He's My Brother She's My Sister EP

by He's My Brother She's My Sister

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This is our first official release. It features 6 songs and a 'ditty'... So 7 in total. Several songs were recorded and produced by our friend Cary Berger in his home near Griffith Park in Los Angeles. Our cover of Bowie's "Moonage Daydream" was recorded by Felipe Ceballos in his previous home in the valley. "The House That Isn't Mine" was recorded by Rob using his computer mic on garageband. It was written and recorded during the experience depicted in the lyrics in his friends, Katya Von Garnier & Marcus Goller's home in Los Angeles (which happens to be just down the street from Cary Berger's house). The EP was mixed by Rob Kolar and mastered to tape by Mike Wells.

Thank you to all those who helped us with their voices, efforts, hand claps, and support in making this record.

And thanks for grabbing a copy!

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released 01 October 2010

Produced by Cary Berger & He's My Brother She's My Sister

Mixed by Robert Kolar & He's My Brother She's My Sister

Mastered by Mike Wells

Rachel Kolar - vocals, lyrics, tambourine, shaker
Robert Kolar - vocals, lyrics, guitar
Lauren Brown - tap dancing, conga
Satya Bhabha - cello
Felipe Ceballos - drums percussion

Guests:
Jenny O. - vocals
George Ellias - harmonica
Jeff Ramuno - vocals
Danielle Aubrey DeVincenzo - vocals
Alejandro Rose Garcia (Shakey Graves) - vocals
Henry Wolfe Gummer - vocals

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Track Name: How'm I Gonna Get Back Home
Another drink, she's looking pretty now
My feet they stumble, will I'll be falling down?
All of a sudden I feel like talking to everyone
But tell me where did my anxieties all go
Am I a fool? I do not care or know
You see I'm just a product of this song

But how'm I gonna get back home tonight
In my head they've turned out all the lights of 'conscience-ness'
I feel no less
And how'm I gonna get back home tonight
In my head they've turned out all the lights of 'conscience-ness'
Let go of 'conscience-ness'

Will I get lucky? I guess I have to wait and see
But who would fall for a freak like me
Ah who cares I'm still gonna have some fun tonight
But in the morning things won't seem so sweet
With my head above the toilet seat
Ah for now I'm just going to have to enjoy this ride

But how'm I gonna get back home tonight
In my head they've turned out all the lights of 'conscience-ness'
I feel no less
And how'm I gonna get back home tonight
In my head they've turned out all the lights of 'conscience-ness'
Let go of 'conscience-ness'

I may regret the things I've said
But I won't let my mind to fret
'Cause I know everything will be alright.
My head is slipping
Mind is tripping
Consciousness that I was gripping
Slowly fades away into the night.

But how'm I gonna get back home tonight
In my head they've turned out all the lights of consciousness
I feel no less
And how'm I gonna get back home tonight
In my head they've turned out all the lights of 'conscience-ness'
Let go of 'conscience-ness'
Track Name: Coattails
I see you dangling behind my ass
Clinging to my heels
Licking up the grass
Hitching my wave, taking my ride
Sitting on my lap when the bench is open wide
I understand you're a lazy tramp without a sale
but dammit man pick up your pants and...
GET OFF MY COATTAILS

Don't mean to be indignant
I'm just tired as hell
It's time to change yourself
I don't like the smell
Humming my tune, drinking my booze
You're sittin' pretty with nothing to lose
I understand maybe you're just afraid to fail
but dammit man pick up your pants and...
GET OFF MY COATTAILS

I'm one for charity but you ain't no bum
You've done a great job foolin' everyone
Wearin' my trials across the town
The jury ain't decided if you're a poet or a clown
You've got a huge ego
But you move like a snail
Dammit man pick up your pants and...
GET OFF MY COATTAILS

You're lost at sea 'cause you don't know how to sail
Dammit man, pick up your pants,
And Get off my coattails.