Gang Of Youths - Brothers Lyrics

Song Lyrics "Brothers" by Gang Of Youths. Here are excerpts of the lyrics of the song: Thought he was born in 1948 But was born a whole decade before Thought he was brought up in New Zealand But he was born & brought up in Samoa...". You can subscribe to this song through official digital media such as iTunes, Spotify and other official online media or you can listen to it through the Youtube.

Brothers Lyrics

Our father hid a lot of painful memories

A bunch of shit he never shared

But when he died I went out looking for them

For all the things he never said

Thought he was born in 1948

But was born a whole decade before

Thought he was brought up in New Zealand

But he was born & brought up in Samoa

We thought that he was only half Samoan

That his mother was a German Jew

But I went and found his birth certificate

And he lied about that too

Our father’s love was unmistakeable

And he gave us everything he had

And I guess that meant pretending he was half white

To give his kids a better chance

My sister she lives out in New York city

Been there since I was 17

And I think she hates it but like most New Yorkers

She just can’t bring herself to leave

She used to love to watch our father cooking

And imitate the things she’d seen

And now she makes the most amazing things

And she also sings better than me

And when he died she and her husband stayed

To keep my mother company

And even though it fucked them up a lot

They did a better job than me

And I wish that we could see them every weekend

And she could cook her famous meals

And I wish that I could hang out with her husband

More than a couple of times a year

Our brother Wesley is a quiet man

And he is the second of us four

And he inherited our father’s hands

But he looks like me a little more

He has a love that’s unmistakable

And he’s seen police brutality

He lives in Auckland with his wife and dog

And he stands a shade above six three

Our father left him with a cousin then

He got into trouble frequently

Me and my sister only heard of him

In 2018

Our brother Matthew is a baker and

He stands a mighty seven feet

He was brought up in a Maori family

And speaks Te Reo fluently

He came to meet me at a festival

And he told me everything he knew

That our father left him at the hospital

But if he forgives him then I should too

I know our father had his reasons

But that can never make it right or fair

And I hate myself for stealing all his love

When my brothers thought that he was dead

So as I dig through the collateral

The secrets hid throughout the years

I know I’ll hardly ever answer them

But it’s the way to keep him near