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Brother to Brother Video (MV)




Performed By: Fellfields
Language: English
Length: 4:27
Written by: William Foley




Fellfields - Brother to Brother Lyrics




Drums lift me up to higher levels
Every day I'm falling under spells smelted by inspired devils
All paths are level
I can't find a key I'm no Maurice Ravel
How I revel
In any cage I'm caught
And I wanna be here even when I'm not
I'm no writer or rapper/actor
I'm a penny stock, trying to keep this f*cking penny stocked, doc

I see this chatter in my dna
Shine bright a moment and disintegrate
Nothing's been earned today
My body's turning on me
Didn't I transform it or burn it away
It's a black robe on to live this way
How to equivicate
To those I feel for turned away
For do they see just one sad day
And forget that gold that I forgot?
My golden rulers broken
Substitute it with languages unspoken
A memory reposted
A secret desire; air
No sacred oath could wash away
That sacrificial skunk that draws
Eyes to the coast to ring a bell or make a toast most
Will force a boast or wax verbose for love
And I try to capture it inside time-space and a body
But no matter how many good love songs I write
Or pamphlets I hand out, in no time its all forgot
Well, nevertheless since with any good test comes blood-loss
My bodies pallid and my face is flush
New blood is reintroducing me softly in
I feel it rush now, I feel it rush now
And I hope this time I'm right
And that this was all for something
All this time trying to speak to others through dialogue
Lyrics, scripted symbolism and chords
When the people I really wanted to talk to
I couldn't call them on the phone
And I couldn't knock on their f*cking door
I'm too afraid to do that anymore man
What I'm I after and what am I before?
Am I twenty-six or am I eighty-six?
Does my kind get f*cking eighty sixed in a world like this?
Sometimes you fight it or just sink more, so why say more?
I'll say more because I'm paying for it
I see a storm coming and I'll stay for it
I'll stay the course
I'm not a dark horse I'm in ascent albeit by accident
And in many stories thats how swords get pulled from stone;
By sad young men in supplication with a wishbone in a hand
Bent

Sing it
And Keep it
Brother to Brother
Sent Brother to Brother

Sent
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Drums lift me up to higher levels
Every day I'm falling under spells smelted by inspired devils
All paths are level
I can't find a key I'm no Maurice Ravel
How I revel
In any cage I'm caught
And I wanna be here even when I'm not
I'm no writer or rapper/actor
I'm a penny stock, trying to keep this f*cking penny stocked, doc

I see this chatter in my dna
Shine bright a moment and disintegrate
Nothing's been earned today
My body's turning on me
Didn't I transform it or burn it away
It's a black robe on to live this way
How to equivicate
To those I feel for turned away
For do they see just one sad day
And forget that gold that I forgot?
My golden rulers broken
Substitute it with languages unspoken
A memory reposted
A secret desire; air
No sacred oath could wash away
That sacrificial skunk that draws
Eyes to the coast to ring a bell or make a toast most
Will force a boast or wax verbose for love
And I try to capture it inside time-space and a body
But no matter how many good love songs I write
Or pamphlets I hand out, in no time its all forgot
Well, nevertheless since with any good test comes blood-loss
My bodies pallid and my face is flush
New blood is reintroducing me softly in
I feel it rush now, I feel it rush now
And I hope this time I'm right
And that this was all for something
All this time trying to speak to others through dialogue
Lyrics, scripted symbolism and chords
When the people I really wanted to talk to
I couldn't call them on the phone
And I couldn't knock on their f*cking door
I'm too afraid to do that anymore man
What I'm I after and what am I before?
Am I twenty-six or am I eighty-six?
Does my kind get f*cking eighty sixed in a world like this?
Sometimes you fight it or just sink more, so why say more?
I'll say more because I'm paying for it
I see a storm coming and I'll stay for it
I'll stay the course
I'm not a dark horse I'm in ascent albeit by accident
And in many stories thats how swords get pulled from stone;
By sad young men in supplication with a wishbone in a hand
Bent

Sing it
And Keep it
Brother to Brother
Sent Brother to Brother

Sent
[ Correct these Lyrics ]
Writer: William Foley
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