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©2014 Stephen G Brown
This was written for a challenge to write a song about bears. Here it is. I hope you’ll sing along.
Author: brownium
Gethsemane
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©2012 Stephen G Brown
I started this in January of 2012, and promptly forgot about it. I stumble upon it a few years later, did more work on it. It’s been slowly evolving every since. The vocals on this version (April 2017) are done by Ken Fortner.
You can get a PDF of the sheet music here
Lyrics:
Keep watch with me while I grieve, while I grieve, while I grieve
Peter, sons of Zebedee, Zebedee, sons of ZebedeeSleep, while you sleep
The hour is at hand
Keep watch with me
While I grieveFather, take this cup from me
Take this cup, take this cup from meSleep, while you sleep
The hour is at hand
Keep watch with me
While I grieve
Where The Broccoli’s At
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Last year I started publishing songs on FAWM under the name My Stupid Brother. That’s where I put the songs that were just silly and didn’t really belong on my brownium account, which is only for very serious stuff. Very serious indeed. Anyhow, this was something My Stupid Brother wrote last year.
© 2012 Stephen G Brown
Where the broccoli
Where the broccoli
You eat a lot
But you don’t get fat
I tell you this
And I tell you that
Where the Broccoli
Where the broccoli’s at
Four Minutes
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©2012 Stephen G Brown
This is something that I like to play semi-improvised. I have all the elements worked out, but I put them together differently when I play it. I’ve never managed to get a good take all the way through, so I’m giving you the best I can do.
Woman I Can Trust
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I have a wonderful wife.
You know she is dependable
She’ll never be on time
She’ll do just what she says she will
If it don’t slip her mind
But I know that I can trust her
With all that matters most
And I’m glad my tender heart is in her hands
I’m headed off to work again
My cloths a wrinkled mess
“At least I got them washed”
She says, in her old wrinkled dress
But never have to wonder
If the kids get what they need
And I’m glad my tender heart is in her hands
Chorus
I know that her heart is as big as a mountain
Her love is deeper than the sea
And I want nothing more than to stay here beside her
And she wants to stay here with me
Well I’ll never make a fortune
Hell, I hardly make a dime
I’d give her what she wanted
But all I’ve got is time
But she never asks for nothing
At least, nothin she don’t need
And I’m glad my tender heart is in her hands
Chorus
Instrumental
Chorus