Brent Beamer

Brother love send me away

From the comfort of a rock & roll song

In September in a Dylan daze

Mind is gone, head is wrong

To believe in the psychedelic

Your guitar stole my heart

Thirty years going schizophrenic

This is wrong, music's gone

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He was my brother

He was my best friend

He's gone, he's gone

He's not coming back

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The recording in our living room

With my five year old son

You took to brilliant and became a loon

Like thunder comes, coda done

Listened to tapes in the car today

Your fuzzbox riffs like hollow points

And the pills I wish you would take

But, you've always done what you want

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Don't make me change

I want to stay crazy

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