Sunday, March 9, 2014
Moving Brownian Music
I'm moving this blog to a new location. For newer material, go to: http://brownium.com/BrownianMusic/
Monday, March 3, 2014
Vicious
Vicious
@2014 Stephen G Brown
Just one of those things that comes to me from time to time.
I knew that you had done the deed when I first saw your face
I knew that either you or I would die before we left that place
My brother was a happy man, and never meant no harm
But trouble always lead him, and he'd just tag along
Mmm, mmm, mmm
He'd always laughed at danger, he never showed no fear
I bet that he laughed at you when you stuck that pistol in his ear
He knew he had it coming, he didn't want to go
I bet he told you to be ready when his brother showed
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Well I'm his younger brother, my demeanor's not so light
I've got a pistol in my left hand and another in my right
The Lord has claimed that vengeance belongs to only him
But he uses men like me to mete out the payment cold and grim
No there is nothing pretty about the way you cry
Begging for just one more day, cause you don't want to die
Every man is mortal, now listen up, my friend
You cut down my big brother, it's time you meet your end
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Any man who lifts his hand to strike another down
Should have is soul prepared to see his body six feet in the ground
I sleep with one eye open, but I know the day will be
When I come against a man with hands that draw faster than me
Mmm, mmm, mmm
I knew that you had done the deed when I first saw your face
I knew that either you would die before we left that place
My brother was a happy man, and never meant no harm
But trouble always lead him, and he'd just tag along
@2014 Stephen G Brown
Just one of those things that comes to me from time to time.
I knew that you had done the deed when I first saw your face
I knew that either you or I would die before we left that place
My brother was a happy man, and never meant no harm
But trouble always lead him, and he'd just tag along
Mmm, mmm, mmm
He'd always laughed at danger, he never showed no fear
I bet that he laughed at you when you stuck that pistol in his ear
He knew he had it coming, he didn't want to go
I bet he told you to be ready when his brother showed
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Well I'm his younger brother, my demeanor's not so light
I've got a pistol in my left hand and another in my right
The Lord has claimed that vengeance belongs to only him
But he uses men like me to mete out the payment cold and grim
No there is nothing pretty about the way you cry
Begging for just one more day, cause you don't want to die
Every man is mortal, now listen up, my friend
You cut down my big brother, it's time you meet your end
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Any man who lifts his hand to strike another down
Should have is soul prepared to see his body six feet in the ground
I sleep with one eye open, but I know the day will be
When I come against a man with hands that draw faster than me
Mmm, mmm, mmm
I knew that you had done the deed when I first saw your face
I knew that either you would die before we left that place
My brother was a happy man, and never meant no harm
But trouble always lead him, and he'd just tag along
Tuesday, February 25, 2014
Psalm 1
Psalm 1
@2014 Stephen G Brown
This was written as a "first fruits" offering for a songwriting group I participate in. I have an alternate section for the section beginning "He will be like a tree", but I haven't recorded that version yet.
Psalm 1
D
How blessed is the man who does not walk
C
In the counsel of the wicked,
G D
Nor stand in the path of sinners,
C
Nor sit in the seat
G D
Lord like I do, the seat of scoffers!
D
Blessed the man whose delight is
C
In the law of the Lord,
G D
And in His law he meditates (both night and day)
D
He will be like a tree planted by the water
G
A tree that gives good fruit when it's time comes
D
All its leaves stay green, you will not see them wither;
G
And all his does, finds victory.
D
The wicked, my Lord, they are not so,
C
They are lost like the chaff
G D
Lost like the chaff and blown away.
D
The wicked will not stand in the judgment,
C
And sinners have no place among
G D
Among your righteous assembly
D
For the Lord knows the way of the righteous,
C
But the ways of the wicked
G D
The ways of the wicked will perish
@2014 Stephen G Brown
This was written as a "first fruits" offering for a songwriting group I participate in. I have an alternate section for the section beginning "He will be like a tree", but I haven't recorded that version yet.
Psalm 1
D
How blessed is the man who does not walk
C
In the counsel of the wicked,
G D
Nor stand in the path of sinners,
C
Nor sit in the seat
G D
Lord like I do, the seat of scoffers!
D
Blessed the man whose delight is
C
In the law of the Lord,
G D
And in His law he meditates (both night and day)
D
He will be like a tree planted by the water
G
A tree that gives good fruit when it's time comes
D
All its leaves stay green, you will not see them wither;
G
And all his does, finds victory.
D
The wicked, my Lord, they are not so,
C
They are lost like the chaff
G D
Lost like the chaff and blown away.
D
The wicked will not stand in the judgment,
C
And sinners have no place among
G D
Among your righteous assembly
D
For the Lord knows the way of the righteous,
C
But the ways of the wicked
G D
The ways of the wicked will perish
Monday, February 17, 2014
Monday, February 10, 2014
Quiet
Quiet
©2012 Stephen G Brown
I started this in January of 2012, and promptly forgot about it. I stumble upon it a few days ago, did a bunch more work on it, and, well, here it is.
(Hmm. I'm not sure when I create this post, but I started it at some point, and promptly forgot about it. I stumbled on it just now, and, well, here it is.)
I searched for the sheet music from which it was produced, and I can't find it. :(
Lyrics:
You can get a PDF of the sheet music here
©2012 Stephen G Brown
I started this in January of 2012, and promptly forgot about it. I stumble upon it a few days ago, did a bunch more work on it, and, well, here it is.
(Hmm. I'm not sure when I create this post, but I started it at some point, and promptly forgot about it. I stumbled on it just now, and, well, here it is.)
I searched for the sheet music from which it was produced, and I can't find it. :(
Lyrics:
Keep watch with me while I grieve, while I grieve, while I grieve
Peter, sons of Zebedee, Zebedee, sons of Zebedee
Sleep, while you sleep
The hour is at hand
Keep watch with me
While I grieve
Father, take this cup from me
Take this cup, take this cup from me
Sleep, while you sleep
The hour is at hand
Keep watch with me
While I grieve
You can get a PDF of the sheet music here
Saturday, May 4, 2013
Where The Broccoli's At
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.
Where the Broccoli's At
© 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
Where the Broccoli's At
© 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
Thursday, May 2, 2013
Four Minutes
Four Minutes
©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.
©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.
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