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Stop Motion
05:36
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There's room for alcohol in our sinking vessel now
that they say that they always save the best songs for the end
too bad we'll never know cos only the lucky ones learn to love themselves
It's all been said it's all been done it's all been.. oh you're not the only one.
We tip toed a step too far and now we can't turn back
and I'm too drunk to draw the line anyway.
I'll close my eyes and call this night
There's no more sleep in me
they say that everyone's got a god shaped hole
and mine will always be empty
now we're gonna take this with a grain of salt and
then we're gonna leave it at that.
There's room for alcohol in our sinking vessel
there's room for all to fall in our sinking vessel
now there's room us.
I used to stand on my two feet now I call a dealer doctor
I used to stand on my two feet now I call a dealer doctor of us all
now we're gonna take this with a grain of salt and
then we're gonna leave it at that.
Leave it at that.
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Your Side
03:55
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I'm on my way back to a place that's laced with your words that have stained my face and so from now on I'll keep to myself and myself to my selfishness.
Let's make a scene I'll stand on my guitar and scream on and on
I'll hold my arms out like an airplane and scream on and on.
My hands insist that a fist fight with the floor is in order you won't be seeing me around or again ever and forever that's a promise I promise.
Let's make a scene we'll stand on my rooftop and scream on and on
I'll hold my arms out like an airplane and scream on and on.
I am a coin, two faces and faceless call me in the air I'll decide I'm decisive as a steering wheel on an icy street, it's time to make ends meet where ties are untied and cut, circles turn to straight lines where you keep to your side and me to mine I'll hold my arms out like airplanes and scream on and on
Let's make a scene we'll stand on my rooftop and scream on and on and I'll hold my arms out like airplanes and scream on and on
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Daylight Blues
03:44
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Afterglows are hard to come by
when you're burnt out all night
I pinched a match between my fingertips and sparked
the attention for something new
it feels like singing in a ghost town loud and clear
there is an x marking every place that we have left
so take your time
make your mind
and be gone, yeah
an empty auditorium
welcomes me when I can't sleep
make a promise make your bed
just a passing stranger like daylight
I watched your hands fall to your sides
it's all inside
I just can't place my finger now
history hid itself from me now
and I guess I pulled apart what I can't see
so take your time
make your mind
and be gone, yeah
it's just a passing stranger like daylight
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4. |
Shit Show*
04:25
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Can you feel your lungs?
it's been so long since I have
I'll hold my palms closed
and keep them close to me
I know I'll never sleep again
and I feel it every time you breathe
so I'll speak in confessions
through unmarked envelopes to you
I'll sing myself to sleep tonight
and awaken to the sound
dress me in bright lights
I'll hold your words under water
to watch them bleed and fade
you offer me a shoulder
and I'll take it with three steps back
before I turn and walk away for good
that way you'll never take me seriously
just tell yourself it's so
and let your breathing go
dress me in bright lights
I'll make my way on my own
I'll make my way on my own time
I'll lie awake and wait for the sun to rise slow
stay close
stay close to what's familiar
on my own
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Honest
04:52
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The sky drips like watercolors above the telephone line
bringing the words from my hand to yours
what seems like hours has been seconds
and now you whisper that you don't know but
I think you do you read me like a map and you fold yourself
like origami hiding in every crease and corner of of this page that I wrote
I'm giving up again this time for good
believe me there's no need for an apology
so from now on every word is your
I'll lay myself out detached from head to foot
under this night sky
we'll burn every body of water
we'll singe the stars
as they hang from nooses outside your window
I'll answer but it's not enough for you to notice
but it's just enough
enough to keep you out in the freezing cold
outside your window I'll wait la la
and so I'll sing
so from now on every word is yours
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6. |
World Machine
02:51
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You know me well you know I won't
you know me well you know I won't
I'll keep my face folded up and tied up oh so tight
you know me well you know I won't
you know me well you know I won't
I'll watch the colors of the sun fade away
you know me well you know I won't
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Behind the Front
04:03
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This is where she got her hopes up high
and let them down
she told that I'd never see her cry
what she's got teared up inside
we hold our heads up high as we crawl across the bathroom floor
we begged for life as if we had no more left of it
my voice is alone
and I've become a whisper
just floating by
like a ghost at midnight
a disconnected mind for the night
and empty eyes
black balloons pass me by like night
blocking out the daylight
I say goodbye and crawl back in
to my body's attic
I'm filled with static
and she said there's a shooting guard standing guard
over your arm
and we'll sit by a foggy window
and watch the skeletons wash up on shore
we saw their ghosts rise up and look around
hoping for more
hoping for more behind the front
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Ben Roque Burlington, Vermont
Noir/Lo-fi influenced musician, author (The Midnight Cabaret, Calliope Steam, Living Paint), and collage artist.
Booking/All inquiries: ben.belldrive@gmail.com
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