Two men go walking down the same old dirty dusty road
Neither one knowing which way the other will go
Pack your belongings, come and meet your brothers at sea
Take anything you want, brother you know I won’t leave
I hope the sky wherever you are rains manna
They’ll be magic and mysteries, futile to future Japan
Voodoo on lovers who refuse to even hold hands
Mountains that overlook Mediterranean seas
Gypsies in mud huts who talk tongues and know of everything
I hope the sky in that paradise rains manna
Because I’ve been curled up and captured, a dog in a hundred foot cage
The food on the ground and the bed is barely in my name
Brother you know I’d come see you if that was your will
When the wind and the weather and the water is finally still
Joe Russell-Brown serves up four rich, melodic , driving indie rock songs, recorded on a laptop in his grandmother’s bungalow. Bandcamp New & Notable Dec 6, 2017