Welsh Brothers

Welsh Brothers

BandCountryAcoustic

Alt.country and newgrass songs written as if song-writing craft matters. The songs are evocative without being sappy; they hook you without gimmicks; they actually touch you. Check it out.

Biography

Influenced by the alt-dot weirdos: T-Bone Burnett, Lucinda Williams, John Hiatt, Gillian Welch, Tom Waits/Kathleen Brennan, Jimmie Dale Gilmore, The Be Good Tanyas.

We keep the delivery simple. We keep the songwriting, the lyrics and melody, front and center.

Our playing and singing styles are not mainstream. We polish our unpolished sound. We put the songs across. We play with authority, conviction, and love of the craft. We can also solo well, without being completely egomaniacs about it.

Lyrics

I'm Sorry Lottie

Written By: Patrick R Welsh

I’m Sorry Lotty

I’m sorry Lottie,
I didn’t make it down
to your grave today
To weed your flowers
And sprinkle Cayenne pepper
To keep the little
birds way.

Whatever flowers
Don’t make it through,
You know I’ll plant you
pretty and new

I’m sorry Lottie,
I didn’t make it down
to your grave today

I was up by six
Looking in the mirror
At my Lottie’s well-dressed man.
Was on the St Charles by seven
Exact same Sunday plan

But my chest started to hurt real bad
And they put me in this here bed
Now I’ve been lying here
dreaming
About you Lottie
Instead

[chorus]

Lottie I know you
I know you want me
By your side
Real soon
I feel you pulling on me
Like a fool
By a full moon

But if it’s about the same to you,
I got a couple things more to do
Could you please tell the spirits
That I could use another year or two

[chorus]

You know Leon
Don’t want me to talk
About you no more
He’s all about his sickness
And the flooding
And how far is the grocery store.

And I got no-one to tell it to
How I miss you
How I miss you
How I miss you

[chorus]

The Meadow

Written By: Patrick Welsh

The Meadow

Scratches on our legs; thin red lines
from thorns in crazy thickets of vines in
the meadow
the meadow
just a stretch of weeds along route 5

A whole rail line, all the tracks and ties
choked by creepers; buried alive by
the meadow
the meadow
just a stretch of weeds along route 5

We spent days and days back there
The meadow was a thing we couldn’t explain
Coming down sun, coming down rain
We had a place felt safe, and sane

Thank you for the book of poetry.
I found the poppy you pressed for me from
the meadow
the meadow
just a stretch of weeds along route 5

What would my heart be like now
if I’d stuck with you anyhow in
the meadow
the meadow
just a stretch of weeds along route 5

Boots and shoes worth of sidewalk gone.
A stretch of weeds won’t let me go,
nor the Pitch Pine woods, nor your sweet eyes.
You who always told me so.

I don’t fret these days like I did
Just want to spend time before I’m dead in
just a stretch of weeds along route 5

So late to dream of making you mine
but would you care to meet me one more time in
just a stretch of weeds along route 5

The Meadow

Written By: Patrick Welsh

Scratches on our legs; thin red lines
from thorns in crazy thickets of vines in
the meadow
the meadow
just a stretch of weeds along route 5

A whole rail line, all the tracks and ties
choked by creepers; buried alive by
the meadow
the meadow
just a stretch of weeds along route 5

We spent days and days back there
The meadow was a thing we couldn’t explain
Coming down sun or coming down rain
We had a place felt safe, and sane

Thank you for the book of poetry
I found the flower you pressed for me from
the meadow
the meadow
just a stretch of weeds along route 5

What would my heart be like now,
if I’d stuck with you anyhow in
the meadow
the meadow
just a stretch of weeds along route 5

Boots and shoes worth of sidewalk gone.
A stretch of weeds won’t let me go,
nor the Pitch Pine woods, nor your sweet eyes.
You who always told me so.

I don’t fret these days like I did
I just want to spend some time before I’m dead in
the meadow
the meadow
just a stretch of weeds along route 5

So late to dream of making you mine
but would you care to meet me one more time in
the meadow
the meadow
just a stretch of weeds along route 5

Seen His Face

Written By: Patrick Welsh

Turnbuckle snapped and the crane came down
Twisted all up with a terrible sound
Eighteen Mohawks up on the steel
Old man Turner the only one killed.

I seen his face, yeah
I seen his face.
Thought I understood.
I didn’t know nothing
Till I seen his face.

Eddie’s old Greyhound dug himself free
Chased a lot of nothin done the 295
Front-page picture, tongue hanging down
Firetrucks pacing him mile after mile

I seen his face, yeah
I seen his face.
Thought I understood.
I didn’t know nothing
Till I seen his face.

Andy come quick, the baby’s on her way.
So I ripped down the road like a crazy man.
Breathless and there with a minute to spare
To hold my brand new daughter in my rough old hands.

I seen her face, yeah
I seen her face.
Thought I understood.
I didn’t know nothing
Till I seen her face.

Claire’s lungs took her to intensive care
Oxygen pump took her speech away
Angels came closer, week by week
Notepads shortened what we could say.

I seen her face, yeah
Saying her goodbyes
With nothing but her eyes
I didn’t know nothing
Till I seen her face.
I seen her face, yeah
I seen her face.
Thought I understood.
I didn’t know nothing
Till I seen her face.

Baby you went on ahead of me
Memory stinging like a salted wound
Looking not to wish to be with you
But already with you in my mind

I’m gonna see your face, yeah
I’m gonna see your face.
Then I’ll understand.
I won’t know nothing
Till I see your face.

Set Those Eyes

Written By: Patrick Welsh

You see signs the way I do.
I ain’t any crazier than you.
If you don’t want to be with me
why did you drive clear down to Metairie?

Would you set those eyes
on these eyes.
Show me a little
of that light
Might not fix nothing
But then it might.
If you set those eyes
on these eyes.

Rolling my bike a little fast through town,
Big old hole in the road made me set her down.
Ain’t had a steady paycheck since then
Yeah should-have-beens and could-have-beens.

Would you set those eyes
on these eyes.
Show me a little
of that light
Might not fix nothing
But then it might.
If you set those eyes
on these eyes.

Bucket full of rain and rusted nails.
Lord I’m tired of my own tall-tales.
You know that I know every inch of your skin
Better than this road, better than my own big hand.

Would you set those eyes
on these eyes.
Show me a little
of that light
Might not mean nothing
But then it might.
If you set those eyes
on these eyes.

Amber sky from the city lights.
All the stars I never see at night.
Don’t tell me you don’t want to give this a try.
Your big old eyes give away that lie.

Would you set those eyes
on these eyes.
Show me a little
of that light
Might not fix nothing
But then it might.
If you set those eyes
on these eyes.