The Brothers Burn

The Brothers Burn

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The brothers have issues, but they channel them into emotive ambient soundscapes. 

Biography

By sheerest accident, The Obelisk Group discovered the Brothers at the grocery store in the wee hours of the morning, helping themselves to the grapes in the produce section. If you can look past the court's commitment judgment and the obsessive concern about "Mother", and experience the Brother's music, you will forget their... "issues". Soundtrack credits include Let Me In, In One Lifetime, and Grace Eats Karmel, among others.

Lyrics

It Ain't Me

Written By: Scott Osborn

It Ain’t Me

You say I was cheating
with Lucy Lou the hog
Down at the Home Depot
while eatin’ a corndog

You say I was spurnin’
yer love right in public
By smooching and whatnot
that big chocoholic

You say there’s evidence
all gathered & clustered
Brother the lawyer’s got
pictures of the mustard

CHORUS:
But I say it ain’t me, it ain’t me, it ain’t me.
I don’t work that shift or like potpourri
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, say again it ain’t me.
I’d rather have you and DirecTV

Now sure she thinks I’m cute
and I won’t deny it
I shoulda left right away
and lickity split

But she snatched me close with
muscles burly and strong
A head of red hair and
no sense of right and wrong

CHORUS:
And I say it ain’t me, it ain’t me, it ain’t me.
She grabbed me against my pedigree
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, say again it ain’t me.
I’d rather have you my Santa Marie

Ol’ Lucy Lou the hog
down at the Home Depot
Zits on her face and
legs bigger than a hippo

Had me in a death grip
her red lips looming large
Her eyes all a-sparkle
electrical discharge

She says “pucker up boy”
and went in for the kiss
I thought of you darlin’
could only reminisce

CHORUS:
Cause I say it ain’t me, it ain’t me, it ain’t me.
She craved a kiss my little sweet pea
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, say again it ain’t me.
I want you only not that killer bee

Ol’ Lucy Lou the hog
her face a-coming near
Burly arms giving me
cauliflower ear

And just then, like a shot
I think of my corndog
Slavered with the complete
condiment catalog

So I took a big bite
of those onions so ripe
Chewed it twice and sent it
all down the old windpipe

CHORUS:
And I say it ain’t me, it ain’t me, it ain’t me.
From the sport of love I’m a retiree
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, say again it ain’t me.
I’m true to you you have my guarantee

(Well)
I belched a big ‘un
right into her fat face
Which ruined the moment
(I ain’t known for my grace)

That redhead she slapped me
called my momma some names
And decried me and mine
to the worst of hell’s flames

She swore vengeance on me
Said she’d tell fat lies
Post on the internet
and sensationalize

CHORUS:
So I say it ain’t me, it ain’t me, it ain’t me.
She’s spreading falsehoods of foulest degree
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, say again it ain’t me.
Uploaded lies from her power PC

Now my story is true
And I know I sound dumb
Those big fat redheads I
Need to shy away from

‘Cause love is blind my dear
Like a gothic romance
‘twas in over my head
victim of circumstance

But memories of you
Saved my wretched soul
What do I have to say
to get on love parole?

CHORUS:
So I say it ain’t me, it ain’t me, it ain’t me.
As for our sweet love I’m a parolee
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, say again it ain’t me.
I’ll put it in lights up on the marquee

Again I tell ya now it ain’t me, it ain’t me.
We can’t have our love become fricassee
It ain’t me, it ain’t me, say again it ain’t me.
I’ll swear on my academic degree