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• Artiste: Kevin Devine
• Titre: My Brothers Blood
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My Brothers Blood Boils in My arms Balls my fingers into fists It bubbles blisters burns my palms It floods with fury fights and fits It's got the good guy in me hiding It kicks my humble heart around It's got me fiend-ing for the fire That could finish off this town Oh it's got me good My brothers blood on the cherry tree It stains to bark from branch to root It puddles thick with pits and leaves It stains the sweetness from the fruit It kept me looking for communion Some hiding spot off underground An open plot I could climb into An iron promise in my mouth A black out oath I swore and meant I couldn't conger up again I don't know one thing about my brother's blood No oh I don't know one thing about my brother's blood It's my brother's blood And my dirty lungs And my crooked mouth On my swollen tongue On my fathers gun In each strangers face Across the blue bird Sky And each hand I shake night after night Each chuckled prayer Such sweet relief Fist full of hair It's my brother's back It's my father's arms Every twisted fact In my sorry heart All that dialogue Doubling back at me All that tangled talk All that growling need And each desperate drive For a looser piece And each endless night And each wasted week I spit and I scream What's done is done Go make your peace with everyone They don't need to know about my brother's blood No Oh They don't need to know about my brother's blood