Name: Broghan Was Picasso
Duration: 3 min 6 s
Channel: Mauer and Verson
Description: License options are available for this song. An "Elvis Costello-styled" song from 3 people who are intimately involved with Broghan's tragic life

Broghan Was Picasso

Mauer and Verson

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An "Elvis Costello-styled" song from 3 people who are intimately involved with Broghan's tragic life

rock great lyrics classic complex intellegent layered

Mauer and Verson

Rock, Near-Rock, Folk, Alt, Bluegrass, Metal, yadda, yadda, yadda

HI. We're Brian Mauer and Ben Verson. We've been writing, recording and performing music for over 35 years together. What do we call it? HMMMMMMMMMM, we're not sure. We incorporate any and all styles. We hope you will find that we have succeeded in homogenizing a unique style. Influences range from classic rock (Beatles, Who, Zeppelin) to Folk, slip in a bit of bluegrass, and an equal amount of metal, and you get...Something, without a name.

Song Info

Genre

Rock • Rock n Roll

Charts

Peak #425

Peak in subgenre #40

Author

Mauer and Verson

Rights

2006 B&B Productions

Uploaded

March 31, 2006

Track Files

MP3

MP3 7.1 MB • 320 kbps • 3:06

Story behind the song

Broghan (one of the deceased in the story), is the anti-hero. He is the one who is not upset at the prospect of being dead. This song, and the people singing (a bookie, an Oncologist, and a Process Server) tell why.

Lyrics

Broghan was a gambler
But he never held the winning sheet  (oh no)
He handicapped the ponies
But he never paid his debts complete (oh no)

He lost the farm and then the cow
I called his marker in my hand (and)
If you weren’t already dead right now
I’d kill you where you stand

(Chorus)
Losing is an art form
That many undertake
And losers are the artists
That life seems to forsake but
Broghan was Picasso on the take

Broghan had a prostate
Bigger than his clenching fist (oh no)
He started Chemo way too late
And only added to his tragic list. (oh no)

The cancer was progressing nightly
It spread to every organ found (and)
(If he) wasn’t already boxed so tightly
In seven weeks he would have hit the ground

(Chorus)

I handed the indictment down
To Broghan’s long connected mob
And one by one they ratted out
The terminated slob

(Chorus)

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