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The Loud Room
03:21
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"The Loud Room"
There's been a murder
somebody else is here too
the light's out again
my candle's all gone, this won't take long
and I never needed anyone for long
now I'm not the only one
locked in a house of mirrors
the windows all wrong
my clothes are still on, my guns are drawn
I hear in the dark a voice that knows me well
you're not you
until you stop trying to be
I held up a home
and stood on the roof as it fell
the people inside
with no place to hide, they took their time
they laughed until I lost my goddamn mind
so I made up a ghost
and I chased him to where he was born
my hammer in hand
I haunted the land, I steal just what I am
and I've never been where I never came from
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Weapons
03:33
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"Weapons"
Pull over the car I'm going to be sick after all I've seen, is this true to you
how everyone seems to believe that choices can be made the same way
you were made to be
load up a moment with your hints and sudden simplicity
your weapons take me where I go
Tell yourself you sleep willingly to set fire to your dream so someone
wakes up in your place
load up a movement with your brick wall tendencies
graffiti crawls across the street
your weapons will take me off to sleep tonight
the morning comes for you
skulls in the ashes talk instead of clouds inside my head
is this true to you
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St. Mary's Ax
04:30
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"Saint Mary's Ax (I get it now)"
I spent a long time looking for you and I conclude that my eyes
are better off being used for anything else
your words are walls with too many sides and I confuse them as one
you're taking up all my time deciding who's you
don't get backed into a corner now, I get it now
well, meeting you was all there is to you
I'm safe and sound inside a theater where movies are made silent
one reel I'm put to death for being seen
cathedral spires are gathering clouds, the sleeping people conspire
the entrance is made of bones and I'm under the hill
a hundred hands, an eye tattooed on every one, I get it now
well, meeting you was all there is to you
killing stars in the act of love, in the land of living skies
memory serves an enemy, I get it now
well, meeting you was all there is to you
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"in mason jars, a moon and stars"
The candlelight described the room so she didn't have to
outlined in chalk she talks to you, intentions loud and true
you'll have to do and you'll know when she is through
In mason jars, a moon and stars her shelf is sooner than far
over think and understand I made up what I am.. somebody else
and there's no one to decide since you've undone
she don't ask for much she don't ask for anything
this raining light, the fire flies up the firefly's out again
the city's alive so don't wake her up she don't ask for anything.
In many ways I feel the same I taste teeth on my tongue
signal the stars we'll call this night before my empty eyes
what a disguise and I've tried so many lies since you've undone
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Skin & Bones
03:56
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"skin and bones"
She doesn't seem to be anywhere
in the air I'm staring into
but the room's alive with a silence
that pulls my inside through
I can't be alone with you in my bones..
The skeleton in the mirror
he's smiling back at me
and I fear he thinks it's about time
that he sees the light of day
it just can't be you and I don't think it's mine but I'm sorry each time you go
The curtains open, the morning came falling down the stairs
there is no reason here to lead me anywhere
well surely my bones are only my own.. (?)
a saint falls into the canvas
stretched clear across the Atlantic
from the shore I'm watching 'em panic
with the vulture eye you wore
accept it that your skin is a door and my visit's a bit too sure..
The curtains open, the morning came falling down the stairs
there is no reason here to lead me anywhere
well surely my bones are only my own
she gives me the key and burns down my home.. no no no
I'll miss you (inspired by the short story "Skeleton" by Ray Bradbury)
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Make Rain
02:45
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Make rain
I've never been where I should have been
and I did nothing to get here, my love
I think I'm awake in the morning
but who can really tell?
By now, there's only time
and nowhere is mine
Somewhere in our sleep
I've been up all night
there's no one else around my town
at this hour
this dream might just be
just like it seems, my friend
I'm on my back again
this time I'm alone
no matter who you are
no matter who you are
yeah
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The Last Stand
04:01
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"The Last Stand"
The last stand left an unconscious man
and it's been raining since then.
Visions of the flood had been seen
by his widow and orphan,
their eyes scarlet.
A face in the water, silence roars
from the mouth of hell,
like hell roaring from their twisted mouths.
The loved one locked himself in a church
with ashes staining the glass.
Outside there was nobody left,
houses abandoned, tables still set.
Darkness was standing, weaving in on itself
through you. Do you ever
trust the light of day?
I'm ready to face someone I was.
I'm ready to let myself become,
as long as I keep these walls from talking to you.
Do you ever have to feel this way?
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Like A Question
03:01
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"like a question"
Like a question days left in my skin will pass
with no answer buried in my past now
I'm vicariously living through the ghost you knew
and it's easier done than said.
A willow's twisted roots splinter my grave tonight
and I watch in a trance.
A faraway look in your eye telling me I'm alone
in my skin thinning every time I grin.
A silver line too late to realize it's fading
in the fabricated night I took and tore to pieces.
Flames were rising out of the ground
the gate slammed shut and flower petals
were falling through the air.
It's easier done than said.
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Thin Air
03:12
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"thin air"
Let the walls of a room in your head
now disappear
you feel like you're everywhere
like someone's air
it's a lively masquerade
behind dead eyes
I got another name to go by
like staining glass from the inside
now my house is coming alive
and I just can't decide where to hide
shining rain coming up
from the ground we both fell from
I found you in everyone
inside the sun
I just can't get off what's been said
I'll lie awake in my truthful bed
floating away from the empty floor
I swear it's not midnight behind that door
I'll wonder away from something to say
I'll dry up in a fountain
with my pockets locked and full of change (s)
hang your love
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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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