Ben Morrison and Alex Morrison are brothers. They have been making music together from birth. Ben's first word was 'front-man' and Alex's was 'moustache' (see band photo). Joe Pacini and Gio Benedetti met Ben and Alex in high school. They shared many a living room jam session, many a raucous music party, many a front-stoop hoedown, but there was no band.
After years of studying, vision quests in far off lands, moving about, relocating, and the occasional intermittent music party, the young and now much hairier fellows found themselves in San Francisco with Alex, Ben and Joe living in a vibe-steeped flat on Haight Street, playing music (Ben on guitar, Alex on Banjo - both of them singing - and Joe on mandolin and cigarette breaks) at parties and open mics across the fair city. They needed a bassist. Gio happened to be a bassist. He also happened to live nearby.
The, now, quartet continued their tradition of stoop-and-living-room-esque performances, but moved them public. The dive bars of San Francisco became inspired, momentary homes, as friends, fans and music lovers rallied around the snug honesty of the band's barroom shows. All they lacked was a brilliant fiddler with tremendous soloing skills, and with feet and soul firmly planted in the legacy of Old-Time, Bluegrass musics. Oh where, oh where could such a person be?
Philip Brezina - graduate student in classical violin at the nearby Conservatory and recent transplant from Pennsylvania - knew good roots music, knew how to play it and, best of all, knew how to play it on the fiddle. He wandered into the quartet (answering an ad posted in the Conservatory halls), and the long lost Brother Comatose was found.
Doors began opening. Performances at such legendary places as San Francisco's Fillmore Poster Room, the Great American Music Hall, and the Hardly Strictly Bluegrass Festival followed, supporting such acts as The Devil Makes Three, Justin Townes Earl, Hillstomp, Greensky Bluegrass, John Doe and the Sadies, Yonder Mountain String Band and others.
Now touring in support of their recent debut full-length, Songs From The Stoop, The Brothers Comatose aim at converting the entire West Coast into their Living Room Music Party. Their shows exude a foot-stomping, shout-along, drink-along ease that was once a staple in every music-playing, front-stoop-possessing home in the land. Their shows can't help but remind folk that music is collective, is for dancing, is for sharing, and for whatever else you might do with friends and family in your own living room.
Tops of the Trees
The Brothers Comatose Lyrics
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There's no chance I'm waiting so I might as well try,
That big red sun is about to go down,
Well I guess it's high time I got the fuck out of town,
Need to find a place where I can rest and be kind,
Got too much loggers stuck behind my eyes,
Need to find a place in the middle of beyond,
But I tell you little angel, you'll never know I'm gone.
And as the tops of the trees turn from golden to green,
And the river sighs softly to her,
Well as the nights rolling in I roll a joint again,
And the city cries softly to her.
Every day people are trying to find,
Their perfect train to get them where they're going on time,
For me, that's the hardest thing I've ever known,
So watch for me walking down that big open road,
If I don't pay attention I'll be a slave to my mind,
Don't need to wait for all my stars to align,
The silver dollar moon is the same as mine,
She wants to hear it speak, but I just let it shine.
And as the tops of the trees turn from golden to green,
And the river sighs softly to her,
Well as the nights rolling in I roll a joint again,
And the city cries softly to her.
Well, sometimes you got to break from this world,
Sometimes a pretty girl does enough,
Pretty girl.
And as the tops of the trees turn from golden to green,
And the river sighs softly to her,
Well as the nights rolling in I roll a joint again,
And the city cries softly to her.
And as the tops of the trees turn from golden to green,
And the river sighs softly to her,
Well as the nights rolling in I roll a joint again,
And the city cries softly to her.
The Brothers Comatose's song 'Tops of the Trees' is a poetic journey of a man who is on the run and seeking refuge. The song's lyrics reveal that the man has sixteen bounties on his head and there is no chance he can wait for anything. The man is determined to not get caught, and so he is looking for a place where he can rest and be kind. He's running from his past and trying to find solace in a place that is beyond the reach of societal pressures. In the song's chorus, the man notices nature's beauty as the tops of the trees turn from golden to green and the river sighs softly to her. He rolls a joint, and as the night rolls in, the city cries softly.
The man's journey is punctuated by his desire to break free from the pressures of the world. He understands that he needs to break away from this world, and sometimes a pretty girl is enough to help him do so. But he also knows that he cannot let his mind slave him, and he must break free. In the end, the singer grieves the absence he's about to cause, stating that the little angel will never know that he's gone.
Overall, the song is a paradoxical interpretation of running away from society's pressures and the beauty of the world that goes unnoticed amidst the chaos. The song's message is that one must take a break from societal pressures to appreciate the beauty of nature and beauty relegate to the fringes of our lives.
Line by Line Meaning
I got sixteen bounties on this forehead of mine,
I have a lot of problems and worries to deal with.
There's no chance I'm waiting so I might as well try,
I'm not going to sit around waiting for things to get better. I'll take action and try to make things happen.
That big red sun is about to go down,
The day is ending.
Well I guess it's high time I got the fuck out of town,
It's time for me to leave this place behind.
Need to find a place where I can rest and be kind,
I need a peaceful place where I can relax and be myself without judgement.
Got too much loggers stuck behind my eyes,
I have a lot of thoughts and worries clouding my mind.
Need to find a place in the middle of beyond,
I need to escape to a remote place where I can be alone with my thoughts.
But I tell you little angel, you'll never know I'm gone.
I'm leaving and you won't know when or where I'll return.
And as the tops of the trees turn from golden to green,
The trees are changing colors as the seasons change.
And the river sighs softly to her,
The river emits a soothing sound.
Well as the nights rolling in I roll a joint again,
As the evening approaches, I prepare to smoke marijuana again.
And the city cries softly to her.
The city emits a melancholic aura.
Every day people are trying to find,
People are constantly searching for something in life.
Their perfect train to get them where they're going on time,
They want to find the perfect way to achieve their goals efficiently.
For me, that's the hardest thing I've ever known,
I struggle with finding direction and purpose in life.
So watch for me walking down that big open road,
Keep an eye out for me as I embark on a new journey in life.
If I don't pay attention I'll be a slave to my mind,
If I let my thoughts consume me, I won't be able to move forward.
Don't need to wait for all my stars to align,
I don't need everything to go perfectly in order to make a change in my life.
The silver dollar moon is the same as mine,
The moon is a symbol of change and new beginnings, which I am also experiencing.
She wants to hear it speak, but I just let it shine.
Others may want me to explain my actions, but I prefer to just go with the flow and let my life unfold naturally.
Well, sometimes you got to break from this world,
Sometimes you need to escape from the stress and chaos of everyday life.
Sometimes a pretty girl does enough,
Sometimes just the company of a beautiful woman can provide comfort and peace.
And as the tops of the trees turn from golden to green,
The changing of the seasons is a reminder that life is constantly evolving.
And the river sighs softly to her,
The sounds of nature provide a calming influence.
Well as the nights rolling in I roll a joint again,
As the day draws to a close, I find solace in smoking marijuana.
And the city cries softly to her.
Even in the midst of chaos, the city can have a peaceful, melancholic energy.
And as the tops of the trees turn from golden to green,
Nature is in a constant state of renewal and growth.
And the river sighs softly to her,
The sounds of nature are a soothing presence in my life.
Well as the nights rolling in I roll a joint again,
I find comfort in smoking marijuana as the day comes to an end.
And the city cries softly to her.
The city has a unique energy that can be both calming and unsettling.
Writer(s): Alex Morrison, Ben Morrison, Joe Pacini
Contributed by Aaron E. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@EnclaveColonel
Got 16 bounties on this forehead of mine
Thereās no chance of winning so I might as well try
That big red sun is about to go down
Well I guess its high time I got the fuck out of town
Need to find a place where I can rest and be kind
Got too much longer stuck behind my eyes
Need to find the place in the middle of beyond
where I tell you little angel youāll never know Iām gone
And thereās the tops of the trees
Turn from gold into green
And the river sighs softly to her
Well thereās the lights rolling in
I roll a joint again
And the city cries softly to her
Every day people are trying to find
That perfect train to get them where theyāre going on time
For me thatās the hardest thing Iāve ever known
So watch for me walking down that big open road
If I donāt pay attention. Iāll be a slave to my mind
Donāt need to wait for all my stars to align
Silver dollar moon is the same as mine
She wants to hear it speak but I just let it shine
And thereās the tops of the trees turn from gold into green
And the river sighs softly to her
Wells thereās the lights rolling in
I roll a joint again
And the city cries softly to her
Well sometimes you gotta break from this world
Sometimes the pretty girl just loves
Pretty girl
And thereās the tops of the trees turn from gold into green
And the river sighs softly to her
And thereās the nights rolling in
I roll a joint again
And the city cries softly to her
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@terry2295
Lyrics:
I got sixteen bounties on this forehead of mine
There's no chance in winning so I might as well try
That big red sun is about to go down
Well I guess it's high time I got the fuck outta town
Need to find a place where I can rest and be kind
Got too much longer stuck behind my eyes
Need to find a place in the middle of beyond
Well I tell you little angel, you'll never know I'm gone
And there's the tops of the trees turn from gold into green
And the river sighs softly to her
Well there's the lights rolling in, I roll a joint again
And the City cries softly to her
Everyday people are trying find that perfect train to get them where they're going on time
For me that's the hardest I've ever known
So watch for me walking down that big open road
If I don't pay attention I'll be a slave to my mind
Don't need to wait for all my stars to align
The silver dollar moon is the same as mine
She wants to hear it speak but I just let it shine
And there's the tops of the trees turn from gold into green
And the river sighs softly to her
Well there's the nights rolling in, I roll a joint again
And the city cries softly to her
Well somtimes you gotta break from this world
Sometimes the pretty girl just loves, pretty girl (Not sure about this one)
And there's the tops of the trees turn from gold into green
And the river sighs softly to her
Well there's the nights rolling in, I roll a joint again
And the city cries softly to her
And there's the tops of the trees turn from gold into green
And the river sighes softly to her
And there's the nights rolling in, I roll a joint again
And the city cries softly to her
@MrBusch90
This has one of the best rhythms out there that I know of.
@OzarksCrescentMural
I love this song. I just keep playing it over and over.
@codycaraway5053
I could listen to this and drink whiskey all day
@mowfewkraze4136
My dog is too young to have lost his eyesight.
@tabathastaples7884
Shepherd's Chapel Network !!!!!!! Pastor Murray is an Anointed Servant of GOD who teaches the Word of GOD with Authority!!!!!!!
@dk19add19
@@tabathastaples7884 sucks
@Jennifer-hg9zt
A man who broke my heart sent me this song. Still reminds me of the love before. This song is beautiful. Took me forever to listen to it again. It brings me peace now <3
@bbqchitken7992
I literally play this over and over.
Damn what a masterpiece.
@beckyshiner3332
Broco is just one of the world's greatest bands.
@Vital_organ_stealer
My playlist goes from slipknot to brothers comatose, I love it