Static Travels

by Oh, Brother

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First full band release, an EP recorded at CCM.

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released 15 May 2012

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tags: folk alternative experimental folk folk indie indie rock madison new jersey singer songwriter Madison

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Oh, Brother is a hyper-sensitive project started by Aleksandr Sajak which expanded over the years into a series of collaborations which included a variety of musicians from all walks of life and musical background.

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Track Name: The Weekend
It's been three days since the day.
It's been three days since I last saw you.
It's been three days since I spoke your name.
In these three days, I haven't been myself.

I've been roaming through the forest,
it's been so crowded.
I've been rolling into rivers.
I've been roaming through the forest
in the worst possible ways.
I've been rolling into rivers,
undelivered.

Hunting the stars, shooting criminals,
wearing my lungs, in black-black syllables,
crawling after migraines into stomach aches.
You're so toxic.

I've been roaming through the forest,
it's been so crowded.
I've been rolling into rivers,
undelivered.
Track Name: Fire
It needs to be said out loud today.
Will you hear it outside?
The fire is gone, but your legs are still alone.
I know you know I don't want to know.

There's a fire in my heart and I'm saving it for you.
Track Name: Wrong Direction Home
I've been walking all night in the wrong direction home.
I've been searching the roads for something I don't know.
Dogs are eating the flesh from the birds, hoping, maybe, someday, they'll learn to fly.

Maybe they'll learn to fly.
Maybe some day I'll learn to fly all the way home.

There are tears in the sky where morning used to be.
The ground, I fear, will fall apart and so will I.
Coal is lining the path, the only way to go.
I've never seen this sad a smile on such an ugly place.

But maybe I'll learn to fly.
Maybe some day the world will fly all the way home.

I want to take what's left behind.
No one will see me in a world that's walking blind.
I can't believe my eyes are closed.
I haven't read the signs that have been leading me all along to a place that I call home.
Teach me to fly.
I want to fly.
I've learned to fly all the way home.