What happened to my brother?
The life in his eyes?
Did something shake his brain
On that long bus ride?
What happened to my brother?
Swear he had my mother's face
What I'd give to find him
Hold him in a long embrace
What happened to his body?
Why's he look so white and empty?
When he shows up at my door
Just don't know him
Used to sit and talk for days
Now he lays there in a haze
Until some tiny little nothing
Triggers psychotic eruption
What happens when he's sleeping?
Why's he wake up crying and screaming?
Like?? in the walls?
Like hungry animals have come to gnaw his bones
Like Papa's blood from a ditchbank in the mud
Leave a scarecrow and the sticks
For the blackbird and the blue jays to pick
For the nature to encroach
For the waters to approach
For the snow and autumn leaves
To be buried underneath
For the rivers to rise
Washing out into the tides
What happened to my brother?
He still have his fickle lovers?
A whole array of pretty ones
My brother was a silver sun
A heavy weight, a headboard
A front nine, a waterfall
A stroke prince
Not the second, but the first violin
So far, so far, so far again
To be alone now
So far, so far, so far again
The channel on
So far, so far, so far again
The violin
He's up, he's up, he's up in his room
Gone solo
He used to dazzle us
Leave a trail of magic dust
At the end of every joke
We would laugh so hard we'd choke
He could turn over a stone
Find an endless world of bones
Used to bring the sweetest kiss
We went to him to be uplift
Inspiration, friendship
We needed love, we needed tips
Oh how I miss, how I miss
My brother, I miss
?
You asked me what's he do?
He swallows reds, he swallows blues
Stares off into the night sky
You ask me what's he do or why?
So far, so far, so far again
Velveeta wall
So far, so far, so far again
The channel on
So far, so far, so far again
The violin
He's up, he's up, he's up there