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Little Brother

by Seeso

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1.
The Song We Never Wrote Words and Music by Narciso Lobo, Jr. We jumped in the Jeep and left town It was tough to take the top down We hit highway 57 like a buck and wing The lazy sun was setting And all our cares we were forgetting 500 miles and change to the city of the king We only had one more hour When the skies began to shower Kissing in the southern rain made my knees get weak We thanked the barkeep that saved us And the Graceland gods that gave us Sweet Memphis blues to sway to cheek to cheek Oh, my, my I cannot tell a lie But these words have a hard time coming out of my throat Oh, well, well It’s a story I had to tell I just thought I’d write the song we never wrote On a day I’ll always remember We got married in September The leaves on your bare feet just made me cry You sang and I played guitar Mahal kita (I love you) I’m the luckiest man on earth, and that’s no lie We flew off to take a Honeymoon down in Jamaica We swore by the reggae beat we would never part To our bungalow we’d go To turn our lights down low And make ourselves at home under the island stars Oh, my, my I cannot tell a lie But these words have a hard time coming out of my throat Oh, well, well It’s a story I had to tell I just thought I’d write the song we never wrote It sets my heart aglow To watch our family grow There ain’t a better way a man could spend his time Through all life’s aches and pains My love for you remains I’ll stick right here with you until the day I die This song is yours to keep I guess it just put you to sleep I’ll carry you upstairs; you just go on snoring I’ll kiss you on your head And tuck you into bed Good night, my love, sleep tight; see you in the morning Oh, my, my I cannot tell a lie These words have a hard time coming out of my throat Oh, well, well It’s a story I had to tell I just thought I’d write the song we never wrote
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Little Brother Words and Music by Narciso Lobo, Jr. I still remember when you learned to walk You learned to sing before you could talk If you weren't surprising you sure were a shock And I was a proud new big brother You learned too early that love sometimes ends And moving too much makes it hard to keep friends We did our best, but I guess it depends We tried to rely on each other Four walls and watchdogs and pissing in cups Gas masks and train tracks, can't hardly stand up You'd never admit it, but you can sure use a hand I'll get there as soon as I can I used to take you to all of my shows You'd feed me my next line when I didn't know I was a joker, but you were my bro We tried to rely on each other In high school you had to just fend for yourself Selfish or not, I put you on the shelf It's time to stop living for just my damn self I owe it to our poor sweet old mother Four walls and watchdogs and pissing in cups Gas masks and train tracks, can't hardly stand up You'd never admit it, but you can sure use a hand I'll get there as soon as I can Four walls and watchdogs and pissing in cups Gas masks and train tracks, can't hardly stand up You'd never admit it, but you can sure use a hand I'll get there as soon as I can I'll get there as soon as I can
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Hurricane Annie Words and Music by Narciso Lobo, Jr. Well she holds the holy wind right in her hand, and she tells me not to worry because what will be will come to be. And if I try to tempt her divinity, she just laughs. She says, "Baby, I can understand 'cause I've been thinking for a while and I've come to the decision that all we need is a little rain to wash us clean." I said, "I don't know if I can row my little boat. I don't know if I can steer it or face the fear that faith can bring. I stand upon the bow, but I can't see through this fog." And she smiles at me, embraces me, and just in case she kisses me. And suddenly I'm breathing; suddenly I can see that I don't mind a little rain to wash us clean. And I welcome the wind. Yes, I welcome the wind and I said, "Here is my anchor and here is my map. Here is my compass and here is my hand. Take me 'round the world today, be my guide. Like a fallen autumn leaf, on your wind I will ride, I will ride. Now I've read every single story about the sea. Yes, I've heard of all the rumors, but who can tell if they were true. I guess you know what happened in the end, that's all I can say. But you can forget about the fairytale romances, forget about the movies; don't even think about the poetry, ‘cause all you need is a little rain to you clean. And I welcome the wind. Yes, I welcome the wind and I said, "Here is my anchor and here is my map. Here is my compass and here is my hand. Take me 'round the world today, be my guide. Like a fallen autumn leaf, on your wind I will ride, I will ride. Hurricane Annie! Hurricane Annie!
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Zoe's Ukulele Words and Music by Narciso Lobo, Jr. It seemed a normal Wednesday morning Up on my shelf in Milwaukee When through the door of our little store Walked a maiden of syrup and hockey And when she tippy-toed me off the wall I was the proudest ukulele of them all Yes, I attest, I'm through with hopelessness Blessed upon her legs, getting my frets caressed I guess I'm just best pressed against her chest Being Zoe's ukulele! Professionally possessing me is her request Zestfully obsessed, you see, at her behest The lesson, I confess, is I'm just happiest Being Zoe's one and only ukulele! When Z was done, she skated up to the front Fumbling through her Levi's pockets She emptied them out, and the shopkeep gave a shout He said, "We only take American ducats!" "And it's not my policy to spread gloom and woe" "But you must think I'm loony to take that dough" Yes, I confess, I'm in an awful mess Restlessly obsessed with this hopeless quest I guess it's just best to get this off of my chest I'm not Zoe's ukulele! This question of possession gets me so depressed Detestably infested with this loneliness It's just so distressing, I won't rest unless I am Zoe's one and only ukulele! Time passes by just like a metronome The beat's so slow, and I'm all alone I don't mean to be "Mr. Bitch and Moan" But even the 3-string banjo found a home Now, don't you fret, we're not finished yet There's a happy end to my story 'Cause who walked in, but a certain Canadian With an old 6 string to trade for me Now I hear the Great White North is covered in snow But Zoe's lap's the warmest place that I know Yes, I attest, I'm through with loneliness Blessed up upon her legs, getting my frets caressed I guess I'm just best pressed against her chest Being Zoe's ukulele! Possessing me's her destiny and nothing less Suggestively sequestered in her sweet caress Successfully impressed to be the luckiest 'Cause I'm Zoe's one and only Zoe's one and only I'm Zoe's one and only ukulele!
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Sweet Perdita Words and Music by Narciso Lobo, Jr. Every Monday night, and every other Wednesday Sweet Perdita gently breaks my heart And I pour her drinks for free, and I hope the boss don’t see me ‘Cause when Sweet Perdita’s singing, I ain’t so smart She takes one shot of Jack for every love song That I dream she sings for me alone She needs two shots of Beam in-between her Covers of Nina Simone O, I wish that I was your whiskey ‘Cause I can ease your pain I’d cheer your ass up before you put down the cup And if you fuck up, I’ll take the blame O, I wish that I was your whiskey Ain’t nothing that I’d rather be Honey, I’ll keep you warm through this cold winter storm And you could drown all your sorrows in me With every lonesome strum, every limb goes numb My feet uneasily hovering above the floor And through my tears I see that she don’t sing for me It’s those hopeless dreams I was hoping to ignore She takes one shot of Black Johnnie Walker For every sad song she croons And it’s Maker’s Mark to harden her heart Before she can belt out the blues O, I wish that I was your whiskey ‘Cause I can ease your pain I’d cheer your ass up before you put down the cup And if you fuck up, I’ll take the blame O, I wish that I was your whiskey Ain’t nothing that I’d rather be Honey, I’ll keep you warm through this cold winter storm And you could drown all your sorrows in me Everybody knows that every bar must close Bleary-eyed and busted, I give last call And as her final tune leaves this old saloon So must Sweet Perdita pass these walls And it’s old Wild Turkey for the barkeep As the regulars file down the stairs And I’m drinking Bushmills ‘til I get the will To confess to her empty chair O, I wish that I was your whiskey ‘Cause I can ease your pain I’d cheer your ass up before you put down the cup And if you fuck up, I’ll take the blame O, I wish that I was your whiskey Ain’t nothing that I’d rather be Honey, I’ll keep you warm through this cold winter storm And you could drown all your sorrows in me

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Ukulele EP from Narciso "Seeso" Lobo.

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released March 21, 2015

All songs written by Narciso Lobo, Jr.
Engineered, mixed, and mastered by Bill Kavanagh at BobDog Studios.

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Narciso “Seeso” Lobo is a craftsman songwriter and infectious performer, bursting with earnestness, humor, and heart. Fueled by a love of story and character, his songs are tactile and immediate, able to coax the listener from laughter to tears and back again with each passing rhyme. ... more

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