My Brother Paul
The Residents Lyrics


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I still remember that day in December
When you pretended to fall on the stairs
You said you were scared that the top of your head
Was open and bared itself to the air

I can cry if I try
But I lie awake at night
You said that you tripped on a box that he shipped
Before he committed himself to the war
I was at work and believed you were hurt
'Til I saw that dirt from a hole in the yard

I was still crying and you were still lying
The following morning out there in the hall
Where it was painful to watch you arrange
Those portraits you painted of my brother Paul

I can cry if I try
But I lie awake at night





I can't believe that I was deceived
That day we received that present from Paul

Overall Meaning

The Residents's song "My Brother Paul" is a sad and emotional tale of two siblings whose relationship is complicated and fraught with issues. The song is narrated by the younger sibling who is recalling a specific event that happened in December. He remembers how his brother Paul had gifted them a box before he went to war but had never returned. The younger sibling was at work when he got a call from his older brother that he had fallen down the stairs and was badly hurt. When the younger sibling rushed home, he found his older brother lying about his injuries and claiming that he had tripped over the box that their brother Paul had shipped. However, the younger sibling soon discovered the truth when he spotted dirt on his older brother that could only have come from digging a hole.


The narrative is heartbreaking as the younger sibling was betrayed by the older sibling who he trusted and relied on. He was devastated to discover his older brother had lied to him and was possibly responsible for Paul's disappearance. In the last lines of the song, the younger sibling cannot believe that he was betrayed and deceived by the older sibling, further emphasizing the emotional turmoil the singer is going through.


Line by Line Meaning

I still remember that day in December
Narrator recalls the day in December when the events took place


When you pretended to fall on the stairs
Narrator's brother pretended to fall on stairs


You said you were scared that the top of your head
Narrator's brother fabricated a story about being scared that the top of his head was open and bared itself to the air


Was open and bared itself to the air
Narrator's brother lied about having an injury on his head


I can cry if I try
Narrator is emotionally affected by the situation and can cry if they try


But I lie awake at night
Narrator is disturbed by the events and has trouble sleeping at night


You said that you tripped on a box that he shipped
Narrator's brother made up a story about tripping on a box that was shipped by someone else


Before he committed himself to the war
The box was shipped before the brother went to war


I was at work and believed you were hurt
Narrator was at work and believed the brother was truly hurt


'Til I saw that dirt from a hole in the yard
Narrator started to suspect the brother's story was false when they saw dirt from a hole in the yard


I was still crying and you were still lying
Narrator was still upset and brother was still lying the following morning


The following morning out there in the hall
The events took place in the hall the next morning


Where it was painful to watch you arrange
It was difficult for the singer to watch the brother arrange some portraits


Those portraits you painted of my brother Paul
The brother painted portraits of their other brother Paul


I can't believe that I was deceived
Narrator is upset that they were deceived by their brother's lie


That day we received that present from Paul
The day the lie took place was the same day they received a present from the brother who was not involved in the lie




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