Little Angel, Little Brother

Sometimes a song just touches you. It doesn't necessarily mean you identify 100% with a song, but there's always something. This is a wistful song for me. Maybe I always wanted s sister who thought of me like this. (Can you imagine having Lucinda Williams as a sister? Now there's a truly weird fantasy.)

I have two sisters, one who I haven't seen since I was around 12 years old, the other one I haven't spoken to in about six years. That's my family for you, or what goes for a family. I'm not blaming any of them. It's just the way we are. They can say the same thing about me, I guess. But I hate it. My dad left us all pretty much alone in the world, and unfortunately, I think I did it to my own kids. Parents just pass along what they know. And it's so hard to change. It's hard to live life a different way than what you're taught. What you know.

I've learned in life that you can have dreams, and dreams can come true, but you have to be able to distinguish between dreams and reality. And sometimes too much dreaming just means you're sleeping.

Your R & B records your music books
Your sense of humor and your rugged good looks
I see you now at the piano
Your back a slow curve
Playing Ray Charles and Fats Domino
While I sang all the words
Little angel little brother
Your bad habits and your attitude
Your restless ways and your solitude
I see you leaning your lanky frame
Just inside the door
A figure behind the kitchen screen
Staring down at the floor
Little angel little brother

SOLO

Little angel little brother
Your passion for Shakespeare and your paperbacks
Your chess pieces and your wisecracks
I see you sleeping in the car
Curled up on the back seat
Parked outside of a bar
An empty bottle at your feet
Little angel little brother
Your R & B records your music books
Your sense of humor and your rugged good looks
I see you now at the piano
Your back a slow curve
Playing Ray Charles and Fats Domino
While I sang all the words
Little angel little brother
Little angel little brother of mine