Little Brother

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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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Track Name: The Song We Never Wrote
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
Track Name: Little Brother
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
Track Name: Hurricane Annie
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!
Track Name: Zoe's Ukulele
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!
Track Name: Sweet Perdita (I Wish I Was Your Whiskey)
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