Brotherhood - Asbjørn

Walking baby steps in the gardens of my childhood

Dinosaurs on the floor, dear to my mother

Early morning on the countryside, crawl out of bed

Breathless in the bathroom, guilty pleasure

Stop being so fucking polite, I know you were raised

To be raw cause I know you’re just like your father

There are a lot of bad seeds in this black sheep family

But blackest of all is the baby boy in the crib

Let’s take care of that old birch in our brotherhood

Let’s take care of that good old tree

It’s made of you and me

And I will try to be good, as good as I can

I will do all my best to be a brave little man

But when it all comes down, I guess I have to say

I’m not like my brothers

I’m not like my brothers

My mother told me I was sensitive as a kid

Don’t deny my kiss, I’m on my best behavior

And on my darker days, I had a friend called Tigermouse

Deep black eyes and silent therapy

And he would calm me down, as calm as I could be

Cause crazy kids tend to have a lively fantasy

Including vivid dreams, he would watch over me

Cause me and Tigermouse we don’t like bats and balls

We only watch from our room screaming when they fall

My fearless brothers on the fields outside our doors

I’m not like my brothers

I’m not like my brothers

I’m not like my brothers

I’m not like my brothers