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Everyman A King
03:30
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were walking through the park to your house
It always seems so far
On these late summer nights
after the bars close their doors
and the people go home to comfortable beds
but tonight I’m sleeping on your floor
you grab a cigarette and stare at the sky
your eyes look tired and you let out a sigh
the culmination of too much beer and contemplation for a Saturday night
we sit out on a bench, straining our eyes
to see some stars up, in the sky
but most are blocked out
by the light pollution,
she says I think ive got a solution
out here it feels much better
i feel so alive, its how it should be,
til the day we die instead of trudging it out
in jobs that we hate working nine to five and dinner by eight
and you say
and every man a king
every girl a queen
and everyone will be happy with everything
I've been out here two months now
on the road and time passes oh, so fast
lose direction no friend to maps
towns, cities and people
blur past
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Every time I fall apart
The pieces of a broken heart
swelling a size disproportionate
to the laws of my body
so I do whatever comes natural
sit out and let the climate change
drinking at bars smoking cigars,
because im scared of rain
I’ve been sitting out for hours
With a paper and pen
Wracking my brain, shuffling through notes
Trying to capture lighting again
I’m always scared to lose momentum
One day off and its all done
constantly haunted by memories of
when this used to be fun.
stories come and stories go
out here on the road
some things just come natural
to others or so I’ve been told
lately ive been surrounded by people
that have nothing to say
empty thoughs countless fears
filling up the bulk of my day
but I guess I’m making progress
at least that’s how it feels
certain thoughts come easier these days
but I’ve got a ways to heal.
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History
03:10
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I got the beat, if you got the habit
We’ll take to the street, and see what’s for granted
In the overlooked alleyways and Shopping malls
relics left from Before the fall
of this great city to industrialization
a victim of our civilization
we were wiped away clean by the hand of acquisition
buildings and blocks now a rusty apparition
Now we’re left with Our empty streets
A mass exodus Sealed our defeat
As they packed up their carsTo head out west,
More jobs we’re opening As they pressed themselves
Into the suburbs And into new lives
New jobs for husbands And gossip for wives
Slowly removing From where they came
Until it becomes just a name
on the tip of their tongue but forgetting
always finding problems with offsetting
the lack of culture they move on
it starts again on and on
But we’re still here In the folk tradition
Picking up pieces In an act of rescission
Against time and circumstance Changing our fate
always pressing on Trying to create
The world how we want it All in all
There’s shine in the metal still strength in these walls
So if I got the beat and you got the habit
We’ll take to the street And see what’s for granted
In the overlooked alleyways and Shopping malls,
relics left from Before the fall
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Cover all the bones
05:08
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Cover all the bones in the ground
Cover all the bones in the ground
None of them will be found
None of them will be found
We’ve been digging all night and day
We’ve been digging all night and day
With hands and rocks there through the mud and the clay
With our hands and rocks, there is no other way
Senescence has made us slow
And senescence has made us cold
Solitude and fear has taken us by surprise
Solitude and fear stole the fire from our eyes
We pray god never finds our souls
We pray because we ‘re getting old
Months confined to a hospital bed
Silently battling the demons in your head
But nothing more can save us from where we have been lead.
I’ll see you all in hell my friends
I’ll see you all in hell my friends
For we have done something we cannot amend
For we have done something we cannot amend
An act of compassion I don’t recommend
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Are you trying to keep me running
Are you trying to keep me running
Back to your arms
Back to your arms
Back to your arms again
Fire it burns and smoke it rises
The first in a string of surprises
Setting off all alarms
Setting off all alarms again
Crowd has gathered at the scene
The accused goes up to speak
Calling up on all her charms
Calling up on all her charms
She gave the most moving speech
But the crowd was out of reach
For her words to disarm
For her words to disarm
Falling down to her knees
Broken hearted, no way to appease
and undo all this harm
and undo all this harm
Are you trying to keep me running
Are you trying to keep me running
Back to your arms
Back to your arms
Back to your arms again
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Christopher Bell Chautauqua, New York
Christopher Bell is not your average cellist. Using various pedals he layers and distorts his electric cello creating quirky, catchy indie pop music. Christopher is known both for his use of technology – which he uses to sample his cello live – and for his unique methods of touring – via canoe, bike and on foot. ... more
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