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Joe Brush
His name was Joe Brush, he could play that guitar, that’s all he
Ever did till he met Susan. This put a curve into Joe’s lack of
Plans, he knew that his heart he was losing. They got a place,
Right in the city, wouldn’t you know his band began to draw. Joe
Would take Susan swimming in the ocean, sweetest damn thing
He had ever saw.
This is too important to let slip through his fingers, like sand,
Like plans, like smoke. Before his mouth knew what hit it, his
Heart had spoke.
The discerning listener figures this is too good to be true, Joe’s
Gonna mess it up… he did. Could be the garden of Eden, could
Be original sin, could be the cocaine or bourbon, this ain’t no
Judgement call.
Susan caught Joe in a Motel 6, with a redhead, she couldn’t
Have been 19. She packed up & left, never to return, gone so
Fast she couldn’t hear him plead. He thought about what’s near
& dear, he remembered Van Gogh’s ear, he cut off his guitar
Playing finger instead. Susan got it in the mail, oh, he lost hi
Finger, oh, seems he also lost his head.
Susan’d like to give the finger to Joe, but she moved to San
Francisco with some money from an inheritance and Joe now
Plays a mean slide guitar.
(Chorus to end)
credits
from Choochtown (20th Anniversary Edition),
released July 19, 2019
Joe Brush
Hamell, guitars, vox, bass, drums. Recorded in Hamell’s basement.
Produced by Hamell. Mixed by Phil Nicolo in Studio 4.