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Sirens

by Christopher Bell

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1.
Great grandfather, was a preacher tried to save the souls of man pounding fists on the pulpit cracked wood and tired hands Great grandfather, was a preacher he always did the best he could following the sound of his heart even if he was misunderstood oh, thy will be done Mr Silas, had a favor to ask one day after church locked the doors and in a whisper told him about Mr Cook on the run from his masters need to hide him from prying eyes great grandfather, a humble servant always did the best he could oh, thy will be done they came at night with a knock on the door they came at night with fire and pitchforks they came at night ready to kill. oh, thy will be done Great grandfather, was a preacher he always did the best he could following the sound of his heart even if he was misunderstood
2.
we will talk about this when we get home we will talk about this til it burns our throat my back will stick to the couch at night holding my body til the paper arrives watery coffee burns my tongue my stomachs aching laundy's hung and I will spin my eggs around my plate a silent endless knockout race You are an atom I am an atom You are an atom I am an atom was it just as sweet after the first bite or was every try to recapture that night when you'd wash your hands to clean your nails or turn the water hotter to get rid of his smell and the cockroaches skitter up from the couch and lay their eggs, their eggs in my mouth I'll choke on the cigarettes shower in gin it keeps the bugs away from my skin You are an atom I am an atom You are an atom I am an atom it was martha's vineyard, we slept on the floor the celebration rattled outside the door and even though we were sweating I held you tight
3.
Dig, dig in the earth fingers and dirt face stuck with soot the whites of your eyes bright and clear down under, mining in the night the night the night chains, chains at my feet climb the debris heartbeat and breathe the dust in the air family so far down under, mining in the night the night the night In the morning in the morning there'll be sun stars, fade in the sky the dying light wandering child stares up in glee hoping to leave down under, mining in the night the night the night slow, slow afternoon then lights off the roof from chaos to mute blank hopeful stares waiting for more down under, mining in the night the night the night In the morning in the morning there'll be sun grandfather and father and son to son the changing stories and changing tongues bounce like signals off of the sun down under, mining in the night the night the night In the morning in the morning there'll be sun
4.
Shipwreck 03:18
What a glorious night with the mountains took sight grey daggers cut the sky shine off the moon the heartbeats and lead cannons pounding in their heads broken bodies and dead washed on the shore as the years passed them by the ship swallowed by tides the cold winter nights held by a fire and the faces and names tore apart at the seams leaving blank memories to fill their books in the day they were fine living off the fruits and the vines but the nighttime grew cold on the ground the same questions bite tongues of the old and the young
5.
The Dogs 04:50
On the birth of our cousin Annie we made the trip downstate 2 days on dirt roads my brothers and father he let us stay up late afternoons drinking tea and swimming in the lake my older brother jumped off the highest branch and splashed the neighbor girls he got in trouble and pa made him stack the firewood I still hear the dogs barking and the hatred in their voice I can feel my brothers hand squeezing mine hiding under the blankets and pillows under the basement steps panting and choking hoping to catch out breath after dinner of ham, potatoes, biscuits and cake pa told a (a bedtime) story of ghosts and glory and of a pretty girl we woke to gunshots the sound of horses running through the lawn the thick black smoke billowing eating at our lungs babies crying, women screaming until the dawn I still hear the dogs barking and the hatred in their voice I can feel my brothers hand squeezing mine hiding under the blankets and pillows under the basement steps panting and choking hoping to catch out breath how could I see we're just human how could it be the same their voices and hoods haunt my dreams I still hear the dogs barking and the hatred in their voice I can feel my brothers hand squeezing mine hiding under the blankets and pillows under the basement steps panting and choking hoping to catch out breath
6.
This Road 03:56
the radio fades into blue as the last lights of town fade out of view into the dust covered hillsides crossed by the shadows in the Nevada sun a small motel hidden in grass with no cable or phone, just cash sleep under white cotton blankets silently dream of those we left behind I don't know I don't know where this road will go I don't know I don't know where this road will go birds and hilltops flutter past as the engine hums hot and fast back to the small town where we met on the way back from school flutter off into the park cold dew soaks our backs in the dark as our eyes cast upward floating in with the planets and stars I don't know I don't know where this road will go I don't know I don't know where this road will go when did the stars get so far away lost in the stack of bills to pay on the radio Paul singers Yesterday the radio fades back from blue as the streetlights of a small town fade into view and the grass covered hillsides in the iowa dawn
7.
Darling Dear 04:37
In the night, the prairie grasses rustle with the wind, they wave just like the sea moon it drifts, a lonely silent beacon point the way, back home to thee listless days, they drift into each other under stagnant open skies I've no rest, to feed my weary body til the sea is in my eyes darling dear, your placid eyes of azure tender voice, it sings a lullaby when I break the rocky shores, New England I will never leave your side. rusty bones, left of titans bodies fallen down, and scattered on the shore metal hearts, filled with paper birds never to, be restored lifeless beasts, oversee our heading fragile silver prickled skins holding on, to thousands of my brothers never to, get home again. darling dear, your placid eyes of azure tender voice, it sings a lullaby when I break the rocky shores, New England I will never leave your side. And I hear their mournful wailing from deep beneath the earth begging me a safer journey slow footfalls on the dirt. darling dear, your placid eyes of azure tender voice, it sings a lullaby when I break the rocky shores, New England I will never leave your side.
8.
I Pray 04:02
Dear lord I thank you, for the potatoes and steak and to my wife in her new apron, she spent all day for my job at the factory, my honest cut two baby girls, made from my blood i'm raising them right, by your words teach them to be quiet, honest and pure and please give them husbands to carry their world. To lavish them with diamonds, satin and pearls Dear Lord, I pray Dear Lord, I pray You're high up in heaven, with the angels and saints Dear Lord, I pray blind my eyes, from what I don't understand the evils of science, and secular bands. Deliver me from the sinners, fags/gays/queers/hippies/commies and girls burning their bra's for jobs their too stupid to work Dear Lord, I pray Dear Lord, I pray You're high up in heaven, with the angels and saints Dear Lord, I pray I threw out the tv, and burned all the books built a fence around my whole property just Hold me tight and safe in this world Dear Lord, I pray Dear Lord, I pray You're high up in heaven, with the angels and saints Dear Lord, I pray
9.
Sirens 03:25
I hear the sirens, I hear the sirens every man on deck leave your wallets, oh leave you wallets every man on deck pull the lifeboats, oh pull the lifeboats we're sinking fast These same men, we pledged our faith sunday morning /who pledged their to help the poor and needy and scared /lifting their voices above/to god biting and gnashing of teeth as the screams damning their brothers to death. I hear the sirens, I hear the sirens every man on deck leave your wallets, oh leave you wallets every man on deck pull the lifeboats, oh pull the lifeboats we're sinking fast V2 - my mother raised me to believe in the kindness of men to help those in need whenever you can but now I understand it seems as I kick in the water and struggle to breathe I hear the sirens, I hear the sirens every man on deck leave your wallets, oh leave you wallets every man on deck pull the lifeboats, oh pull the lifeboats we're sinking fast my hearts beating with men heaving their oars toward the shore my hearts beating with men heaving their oars toward shore
10.
Shout on, dear kin, we’re gaining ground, one more step for country our brothers dead back on the ground one more step f or country make your fathers an d mothers proud one more step for country Push on dear kin, we're gaining ground one more step for country bless my hands in your blood keep them strong and steady protect myself from enemies and to victory deliver Shout on, dear kin, we’re gaining ground, one more step for country our brothers dead back on the ground one more step f or country make your fathers an d mothers proud one more step for country Push on dear kin, we're gaining ground one more step for country for though we're all but men of flesh and men of flesh surround us our enemies deserve their deaths and to victory deliver Shout on, dear kin, we’re gaining ground, one more step for country our brothers dead back on the ground one more step for country make your fathers and mothers proud one more step for country Push on dear kin, we're gaining ground one more step for country

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released August 27, 2013

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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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