Tim Brooks - 4 Fake Brothers (Live and Stripped Down at SAFO)
NEW VIDEO. 4 Fake Brothers, Live from Safo.
This is a stripped down version of a song off my upcoming record.
So during the writing process, I was talking to a friend about how both of us have a fear of not being ad ble to see everything, and how this wasn’t ever felt harder than when the whole concept of travel was swept away for 2 years. We said that we’d never seen the rebuilt Frauenkirche in Dresden. I don’t know if it’s the most amazing gothic church in a continent of amazing gothic churches. I’ll probably never know because I’ll probably never visit it, and I haven’t quite accepted that level of finiteness yet…
I’d say both of us have been guilty of using travel as a form of escapism, and short term pleasure seeking, and sometimes the idea of consistently changing your scenery can be the ultimate stopgap to a reality that you find yourself running away from.
She has this gross Ramones t-shirt that she got in Nashville for like $10. She only kept it because it reminds her of Music City.
So here’s a song about escapology, about running away, and about tacky fake band t-shirts. I hope you enjoy it.
Huge thanks to James and Laurence at 852 Recordings and SAFO Music Group respectively for the location and the filming.
Album news to come.
LYRICS
She’s got a fake Ramones t-shirt, with 4 fake brothers on
And if you press her on the catalogue, she’d get the questions wrong
But it reminds her of America, where she feels she belongs
Where she can fill her heart with Hopes and Dreams and classic country songs
There’s a church down in Dresden, where she has never been
And she aint one for religion, doesn’t mean that she can’t feed
Her eyes upon a gothic phoenix reconceived,
And go hunting for an allegory, to tie her to the scene but she says…
“Take this body O Earth,
Swallow me up O Universe
Feed these rotten bones before these rotten bones erode
C’mon gimme your worst”
If I ever get to Saxony, if I ever cross the Elbe
It’ll bring no sense of clarity, and I doubt that it’ll help
Tame the Mercy Seat that’s gonna shock me down to hell
And scatter all the dust so that nobody could tell that I was here…
..I’d be sure of it, I won’t feel different for it
I guess these miles, they aint gonna soothe a bigger itch
This black eyed beast, looking at my soul, plundering the best of it,
So I’ll do my best to escape with what’s left of it so…
“Take me in O Sea
Cos I just feel so incomplete
Draw the blue from my eyes and give some colour back to me
Just gimme something to believe”
Let’s wrap our mother tongues round unfamiliar consonants and
Walk where the streets are made of gold
Cos our hearts are overstitching muscles and our hearts
Are full of holes
She just wants something different, a doppelgänger existence
Starting at the ripples of the Atlantic
A perfect mirror image
She wants to dance with it
Let’s wrap our mother tongues round unfamiliar consonants and
Walk where the streets are made of gold
Cos our hearts are overstitching muscles and our hearts
Are full of holes
I’ll wander down, the path less travelled and I’ll
Build a fortress from the stones
So no-one can breach my walls and no-one
Can drag me home
She’s got that fake Ramones t-shirt, and it’s got 4 fake brothers on..