Brodels - 311: Song Lyrics, Music Videos & Concerts

Brodels

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Rock

Brodels was released on July 11, 1995 by Volcano as a part of the album 311

Song Details

Album311

Release DateJuly 11, 1995

LabelVolcano

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM89

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

Chad Sexton

Drums

Nicholas Hexum

Guitar

Aaron Wills

Bass

S.A. Martinez

Vocals

Tim Mahoney

Guitar

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Chad Sexton

Songwriter

S.A. Martinez

Songwriter

Nick Hexum

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

311

Producer

Ron Saint Germain

Ron Saint Germain

Mixing Engineer

Scott Ralston

Mixing Engineer

John Ewing, Jr.

John Ewing, Jr.

Assistant Engineer

Joe Gaswirt

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]

Ooh, you know we pepper you

With a sonic assault, sidestep you

I cannot think of a better way that we could celebrate freedom

Than make up a set of goals and cold beat 'em

See dumb verbal tags like audio spaghetti

Give a shoutout to the one they call Yeti

I bet he put the cabash on any foes whatsoever

Like original brodel Trevor

Positive vibe merchant, grandson of Lord Buckley

Scottish Ralston shows up if you're lucky

Ad Raspler the Swede, a friend indeed

He's keepin' an eye on other guys' needs

These are 311 characters I dubbed everyone

The story ain't over, but my rhyme is done

[Verse 2]

Dig it, it was the year I first touched ground

So I grabbed the microphone and I got down

Just like James Brown, gather 'round of our sight and sound

Pound for pound, we throw down, rather profound

I'll put you in another world, I can't hear you

Like havin' phone sex with a deaf girl

No doubt we got the jams that'll smack ya

I penned three books of lyrics, two for action, one for back-up

I'm a cold rockin' brother, got transistor tunes

And it feels real good to get close to you

[Verse 3]

The brodel is the nazz

And the nazz knows where it's at

The brodel is the nazz

Who knows a cat who can feed a cat

The goal is to be a poet and a carpenter

To be one who loves, to be one who works

The nazz is not something that can be given

The brodel is inside you, it comes from within

[Verse 4]

When I fell into the sea

When the world came and kissed me

Transformed my shit, told the shark I was a dolphin

Swam quick, funny though

Piranhas chilled and laughed at

The way that I took off my polka dots on top of that

The whales know I'm quick, watch out

And I get funky fresh, as for the fishes, I'm lit luminous

I'm not nouveau techno

I glow like a glacial

In skin that swims faster than speed

I am, I be dropped out of nothing

I will return to nothing

Rotate my style, my rhyme, my way magician of a rhythm

Lover of animals, damn, I wanna hear 'em

Aquatic, my way, I got soul shape

[Verse 5]

Well, I'm six foot three, like Mohammed Ali

I float like a butterfly, but sting like poison ivy

Drive a '69 Lincoln, suicide doors

Around the town, I'm slinkin' fat subs of course

Greatest show on Earth, you know we turn it out daily

In and out of town like Barnum and Bailey

I know that it is a simile, but I couldn't resist

From Solomon Roadie for the PJ's

I don't think he'll be pissed

I eat a Cobb salad, smoked fish, duck, or clam chowder

Chill with indica and Guinness, steer clear of white powder

Run into my brother, give him a pound and a yodel

They know my word is bond, talkin' 'bout the brodels

[Verse 6]

The brodel is the nazz

And the nazz knows where it's at

The brodel is the nazz

Who knows a cat who can feed a cat

The goal is to be a poet and a carpenter

To be one who loves, to be one who works

The nazz is not something that can be given

The brodel is inside you, it comes from within

[Verse 7]

And we're fresh, dude, just check my man, P

He said I will not muddle my mind with impertinency

Lost a lot in Vegas, plays a lot of Sega

Saw a phrase that he likes and put it on his leg

And we're fresh, dude, just check my man, D

He said, "Comin' in rough and tough, all systems are tweakin'"

People all over the world, they must be thinkin'

All the shit that we kickin', our shoes must be stinkin'

Written by: Chad Sexton, Nicholas Hexum, Nick Hexum, S.A. Martinez

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