It Ain't Art

by The Brothers Burn

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released November 25, 2016

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The Brothers Burn Austin

By sheerest accident, the producer discovered the brothers at the grocery store in the wee hours of the morning, helping themselves to the grapes in the produce section. Hopefully you can look past the court's commitment judgment and the obsessive concern about "Mother", and experience the brother's music for what it is. ... more

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Track Name: Annabel Li
It was many and many a year ago,
In a kingdom by the sea,
That a maiden there lived whom you may know
By the name of Annabel Li;

And she lived with no other thought
Than to love and be loved by me.

Annabel Li

To love and be loved by me.

You may know
Annabel Li

I was a child and she was a child,
In this kingdom by the sea,

But we loved with a love
that was more than love
I and my Annabel Li

[Chorus]
For the moon never beams
without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Li

And the stars never rise
but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Li


And this was the reason that, long ago,
In this kingdom by the sea,

A wind blew out of a cloud,
chilling my beautiful Annabel Li

Chilling and killing
my Annabel Li

Annabel Li

In this kingdom by the sea.
The beautiful Annabel Li

In this kingdom by the sea.
Chilling and killing
my Annabel Li

[Chorus]
For the moon never beams
without bringing me dreams
Of the beautiful Annabel Li

And the stars never rise
but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Li

For the moon never beams
but I see the bright eyes
Of the beautiful Annabel Li


In her sepulchre there by the sea
In her tomb by the sounding sea.
We loved with a love
that was more than love
I and my Annabel Li

And neither the angels in Heaven above
Nor the demons down under the sea
Can ever dissever my soul
from the soul
Of the beautiful Annabel Li

We loved with a love
that was more than love
I and my Annabel Li
Track Name: Real Live Barbie
She cooks and she cleans
and she's never ever mean

She's sweet as honey
and she's sassy with her money

And she dresses like a queen
and she keeps herself so lean

And she's smarter than a whip
and she never shows a nip

She sweeps and she mops
and her cakes are always tops

She's toned as gold
and she's brassy and she's bold

And she keeps herself a Ken
and she keeps herself a Ten

And she leans up her body
and she's rarely ever naughty

[Chorus]
Be a real live Barbie
Be a real live Barbie Doll

Be a real live Barbie
Be a real live Barbie Doll


She nurtures all the girls
and she keeps herself in pearls

and she's stronger than an ox
and she keeps away the pox

and she's always in the mood
even after cooking food

and she keeps the house so nice
as she sweet-talks all the mice


Be a real live
Be a real live Barbie

Be a real live
Be a real live Barbie Doll

[Bridge]
She knows all about the ways
to whip up perfect mayonnaise

She knows how to samba dance
and how to powerpoint finance

She can make a mean flambe
And never ever need hair spray

She invests in rocket ships
and sews the patches to her hips

She can train a baby seal
and be the closer on the deal

She can mime and make a face
that will send men to outer space


And she cleans the litter box
as she solves a paradox

and she follows all the teams
as she sings with the Supremes

and she keeps the kids in line
as she brews up her moonshine

and she bowls eleven strikes
and salutes the stars and stripes

Be a real live
Be a real live Barbie

She blazes a new trail
while she paints her fingernail

and she irons all Ken's shirts
and she makes her own desserts

Be a real live
Be a real live Barbie

[Bridge]
She can bend and flex to form
and be prepared for a snow storm

She will pass the mensa test
and still not burn the chicken breast

She can run for president
And still say where the money went

She can feed the homeless weak
while wearing shoes that aren't too chic


And she's only synthetic
but she's fully athletic

and she's quick with repartee
but she'd never hurt a flea

and she'll weed and mow the lawn
and she'll clean that dirty bong

and she'll bring home the bacon
make the martini shaken

Be a real live
Be a real live Barbie

She's perfect all the time
and she's great at fighting crime

but she's only synthetic
but she's fully energetic!

Be a real live
Be a real live Barbie Doll
Track Name: Lurch
You rang?
Track Name: (Let Me Show You) How It's Done
And let me
And let me

Step into the elevator
take it all the way.
Have the irish coffee it will
really make your day
and let me show you how it's done.
Let me show you how it's done.

Plug it in the wall and then you
turn the red switch brown.
Flip the green thing on it's butt and
turn the screen around
and let me show you how it's done.

And let me

Get it done!
Get it done!
Get it done!
Get it done!

And let me
And let me

Get a red potato and then
tape it to the wall
Give it to eleven and then
have yourself a ball
and let me show you how it's done.

And let me
And let me

Stab the green page in the back
and hand it in to Fay.
Give it over to the feds and
let them have their way.
And let me show you how it's done.

And let me
And let me

Get it done!
Get it done!
Get it done!
Get it done!

Who says they can get it now and
not pay all the dues?
Send them to the back and tell them
watch me how to lose.
And let me show you how it's done.

And let me
And let me

Trevor can be obstinate but
guide him all the way.
Punch it at the counter and then
sleep away the day.
And let me show you how it's done.

And let me
And let me

Break it at the wall
and let them see your evil face.
Count it down from twenty and then
start the funny race.

And let me show you how it's done.

And let me
And let me

Step into the elevator take it to the top.
Throw the thing right off the roof and
watch it fall and pop
and let me show you how it's done.

And let me
And let me

Step into the elevator take it to the top.
Throw the thing right off the roof and
watch it fall and pop
and let me show you how it's done.
Track Name: Eulogy
She had a party on her 80th birthday. Drinking, dancing. She didn't refuse a single dance. Everyone had a big time. 'Cept maybe the band.

And two months later, she got the death sentence. Cancer.

Make a fist, and look at it. That's how big the tumor was in her gut. They gave her 6 months.

This was someone who gave you meaning. Looked at you, quiet, while you talked. Smiled quickly, all the time, and laughed a lot. Remembered your birthday, and always had a place for you to sit or sleep. Always, no matter how far away from home you had strayed.

The last time I saw her, she had taken to laying in bed all the time, but this time was different. She kept getting up, sitting on the edge of the bed. As if she had guests, or had to go somewhere.

I put her in the wheelchair, pushed her around the house. Parked her in front of a window, and the sun shone right on her. She rested there.

And three days later, and she rested forever.

And now that she's gone, it's like getting a tooth knocked out. Sharp pain at first, then you just can't keep your tongue from feeling out that new gap in your teeth. Eventually though, your tongue accepts it and forgets.
Track Name: It is NOT Art
Though critics may bow to art,
and I am its own true lover,
It is not art, but heart,
which wins the wide world over.

It is not art, but heart.

Though perfect the player's touch,
little, if any, he sways us,
Unless we feel his heart throb
through the music he plays us.

It is not art, but heart.

It is not art
but heart.

It is not the artist's skill
which into our soul comes stealing
With a joy that is almost pain,
but it is the player's feeling.

It is not art, but heart.

And it is not the poet's song,
though sweeter than sweet bells chiming,
Which thrills us through and through,
but the heart which beats under the rhyming.

It is not art, but heart.

It is not art
but heart.

And therefore I say again,
though I am art's own true lover,
That it is not art, but heart,
which wins the wide world over.

It is not art
but heart.