JOE BRUSH from CHOOCHTOWN by HAMELL ON TRIAL

His name was Joe Brush, he could play that guitar, that's all he ever did, til he met Susan. this put a curve into Joe's lack of plans, he knew that his heart he was losing. they got a place, right in the city, wouldn't you know his band began to draw. joe would take Susan swimming in the ocean, prettiest damn thing you ever saw.

this is too important to let slip through his fingers, like sand, like plans like smoke. Before his mouth had knew what hit it, his mouth, it spoke.

The discerning listener knows this is too good to be true, Joe's gonna mess it up and he did.Could be the garden of Eden, could be original sin, could be the cocaine or bourbon, this ain't no judgement call.

Susan caught Joe in a Motel 6, with a redhead, she couldn't have been 19. she packed up and left, never to return, gone so fast she couldn't have heard him plead. He thought about what's near and dear, he remembered Van Gogh's ear, he cut off his guitar playing finger instead. Susan got it in the mail, oh, he lost his finger, oh, it seems he also lost his head.

Susan liked to have given the finger to Joe but she moved to San Francisco with some money from an inheritance and Joe now plays a mean slide guitar. (Chorus to end)

• Rock
• anti-folk
• indie folk
• indie rock
• spoken word
• Austin