In regards to the meaning of this song:
Before a live performance on the EP Five Stories Falling, Geoff states “It’s about the last time I went to visit my grandmother in Columbus, and I saw that she was dying and it was the last time I was going to see her. It is about realizing how young you are, but how quickly you can go.”
That’s the thing about Geoff and his sublime poetry, you think it’s about one thing, but really it’s about something entirely different. But the lyrics are still universal and omnipresent, ubiquitous, even. So relatable. That’s one thing I love about this band. I also love their live performances, raw energy and Geoff’s beautiful, imperfectly perfect vocals. His voice soothes my aching soul.
Uh, your bad self
Help me break this down from off the shelf
Here's a music servin' you so use it
Papa's got a brand new funk
Get down (party for your right)
Huh, let's get it on
Like we said before
They say the brothers causin' trouble
Hate to bust their bubble
'Cause we rumble
From our lower level
To condition your condition
We're gonna do a song
That you never heard before
Make you all jump along to the education
Brothers gonna work it out
And stop chasin'
Brothers, brothers gonna work it out
You got it what it takes
Go get it where you want it?
Come get it get involved
'Cause the brothers in the street are willing to work it out
So many of us in limbo
How to get it on, it's quite simple
Three stones from the sun
We need a piece of this rock
Our goal indestructible soul
Answers to this quizzin'
To the Brothers in the streets, schools and the prisons
History shouldn't be a mystery
Our stories real history
Not his story
We gonna work it one day
Till we all get paid
The right way in full, no bull
Talkin', no walkin', drivin', arrivin' in style
Soon you'll see what I'm talkin' 'bout
'Cause one day
The brothers gonna work it out
Brothers, brothers gonna work it out
You got it what it takes
Go get it where you want it?
Come get it get involved
'Cause the brothers in the street are willing to work it out
Let's get it on we are willin'
Let's get it on, let's get it on we are willin'
Let's get it on, let's get it on, let's get it on we are willin'
Now we are ready if you are ready
In 1995, you'll twist to this
As you raise your fist to the music
United we stand, yes divided we fall
Together we can stand tall
Brothers that try to work it out
They get mad, revolt, revise, realize
They're super bad
Small chance a smart brother's
Gonna be a victim of his own circumstance
Sabotaged, Shell shocked, rocked and ruled
Day in the life of a fool
Like I said before to live it low
Life take you time, time yo go slow
Look here, not a thing to fear
Brother to brother not another as sincere
Teach a man how to be father
To never tell a woman he can't bother
You can't say you don't know
What I'm talkin' 'bout
But one day brothers gonna work it out
Come on
You got it what it takes
Go get it where you want it?
Come get it get involved
'Cause the brothers in the street
Are willing to work it out
Let's get it on we are willin'
Let's get it on, let's get it on we are willin'
Let's get it on, let's get it on, let's get it on we are willin'
Now we are ready if you are ready, come on (huh!)
Help me break this down from off the shelf
Here's a music servin' you so use it
Papa's got a brand new funk
Get down (party for your right)
Huh, let's get it on
Like we said before
They say the brothers causin' trouble
Hate to bust their bubble
'Cause we rumble
From our lower level
To condition your condition
We're gonna do a song
That you never heard before
Make you all jump along to the education
Brothers gonna work it out
And stop chasin'
Brothers, brothers gonna work it out
You got it what it takes
Go get it where you want it?
Come get it get involved
'Cause the brothers in the street are willing to work it out
So many of us in limbo
How to get it on, it's quite simple
Three stones from the sun
We need a piece of this rock
Our goal indestructible soul
Answers to this quizzin'
To the Brothers in the streets, schools and the prisons
History shouldn't be a mystery
Our stories real history
Not his story
We gonna work it one day
Till we all get paid
The right way in full, no bull
Talkin', no walkin', drivin', arrivin' in style
Soon you'll see what I'm talkin' 'bout
'Cause one day
The brothers gonna work it out
Brothers, brothers gonna work it out
You got it what it takes
Go get it where you want it?
Come get it get involved
'Cause the brothers in the street are willing to work it out
Let's get it on we are willin'
Let's get it on, let's get it on we are willin'
Let's get it on, let's get it on, let's get it on we are willin'
Now we are ready if you are ready
In 1995, you'll twist to this
As you raise your fist to the music
United we stand, yes divided we fall
Together we can stand tall
Brothers that try to work it out
They get mad, revolt, revise, realize
They're super bad
Small chance a smart brother's
Gonna be a victim of his own circumstance
Sabotaged, Shell shocked, rocked and ruled
Day in the life of a fool
Like I said before to live it low
Life take you time, time yo go slow
Look here, not a thing to fear
Brother to brother not another as sincere
Teach a man how to be father
To never tell a woman he can't bother
You can't say you don't know
What I'm talkin' 'bout
But one day brothers gonna work it out
Come on
You got it what it takes
Go get it where you want it?
Come get it get involved
'Cause the brothers in the street
Are willing to work it out
Let's get it on we are willin'
Let's get it on, let's get it on we are willin'
Let's get it on, let's get it on, let's get it on we are willin'
Now we are ready if you are ready, come on (huh!)
Lyrics submitted by ButNeverOutgunned
Brothers Gonna Work It Out Lyrics as written by David L. Spradley Carlton Douglas Ridenhour
Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group, Word Collections Publishing, REACH MUSIC PUBLISHING
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