1. |
I Will Stand
03:50
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sticks and stones
dishes thrown
fire and smoke
are never nice and neat
burning lunges
from acid tongues
fingers sewn
love is not this sweet
I won't surrender
I won't give in
I will Stand, I will stand, I will stand, I will stand
on my oh oh oh own oh oh oh own
winter day
spines drive away
but the cold cant stay
out of their bones
a man like me
filled with heat
takes a seat
to the outside
I will Stand, I will stand, I will stand, I will stand
on my oh oh oh own oh oh oh own
the ground it shakes, the ground it shakes me down
I wont crack, I wont break for you.
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2. |
Am I What I Think
04:07
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what does it take to be great
is it hope, or money or fate
will you spend your nights
waiting for the light to break to break to break
what does it take to be great
is it torture, fear and pain
how much blood can one man shed just to make to make
Am I what I think or you say
Am I what I think or you say
at the end of the day at the end of the day
what does it take to be retained
past your grandkids given names
just dust and bones
lost and alone by a tomb to deface to deface
what does it take to be retained
out of the millions of graves
saintly or wicked
or is it fate, is it fate is it fate?
Am I what I think or you say
Am I what I think or you say
at the end of the day at the end of the day
just live for now for now 2x
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3. |
Connect The Dots
03:38
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We were off with the gun,
pounding hearts, sweaty palms
by the first turn it was light and dust
covering the past with a subtle rust
You have a voice I could crawl inside
filled with warmth, ride the tides
soaking sun via telephone
hold on tight as the waves throw
with the distance you connect the dots
paint a picture with skeleton bones
pedestal on shakey ground
slightest breeze it comes crashing down .
I'm a sucker for layered shirts
sci fi movies and any dessert
you're the only one to crack my shell
but tape it up and never tell
its easy to forget the nature of things
that we're both pimples, scars and pains
losing keys, forgetting dates
forget alarm, sleep in late.
with the distance you connect the dots
paint a picture with skeleton bones
pedestal on shakey ground
slightest breeze it comes crashing down .
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4. |
You Can Call Me Al
04:25
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A man walks down the street
He says, “Why am I soft in the middle now?
Why am I soft in the middle?
The rest of my life is so hard
I need a photo opportunity
I want a shot at redemption
Don’t want to end up a cartoon
In a cartoon graveyard”
Bonedigger, bonedigger
Dogs in the moonlight
Far away my well-lit door
Mr. Beerbelly, Beerbelly
Get these mutts away from me
You know I don’t find this stuff
Amusing anymore
If you’ll be my bodyguard
I can be your long-lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty, when you call me
You can call me Al
A man walks down the street
He says, “Why am I short of attention?
Got a short little span of attention
And, woe my nights are so long
Where’s my wife and family?
What if I die here?
Who’ll be my role model
Now that my role model is
Gone gone?”
He ducked back down the alley
With some roly-poly little bat-faced girl
All along along
There were incidents and accidents
There were hints and allegations
If you’ll be my bodyguard
I can be your long -ost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty, when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me Al
A man walks down the street
It’s a street in a strange world
Maybe it’s the third world
Maybe it’s his first time around
He doesn’t speak the language
He holds no currency
He is a foreign man
He is surrounded by the sound, the sound
Cattle in the marketplace
Scatterlings and orphanages
He looks around, around
He sees angels in the architecture
Spinning in infinity
He says, “Amen!” and “Hallelujah!”
If you’ll be my bodyguard
I can be your long-lost pal
I can call you Betty
And Betty, when you call me
You can call me Al
Call me
Na na na na …
If you’ll be my bodyguard
I can be your long lost pal
I can call you Betty
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5. |
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01:29
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6. |
I Dreamt
05:08
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Lay down in the
thick green weeds
small grey wool suit
pressed and clean
hold my knife
til I see the whites of their eyes
lay down in the
sharp grass leaves
my stomach burns
muscles strain
grab him by the throat
hold him down
I dreamt it was summer
she was dancing in her dress
I dreamt of our children
the house was a mess
the carpet was crimson
like a cast of steel
that silently weighted down
the pace of my heels
will you whimper
give into my pride
will you scream out
or just silently die
I like to see some spirit left
in my kill
So Lay down in the
tall grass leaves
wait your turn
till you see
the fear in his eyes
stay still in the
tall grass leaves
I dreamt it was summer
she was dancing in her dress
I dreamt of our children
the house was a mess
the carpet was crimson
like a cast of steel
that silently weighted down
the pace of my heels
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7. |
Answers Come Closer
04:55
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im up at night, tapping keys
biting lips unconsciously
til out drip all of my mistakes
rolling eyes, subtle sighs
failed attempt at compromise
stacking up like dusty little bricks
like a darkening of vision still
the walls imperceptibly built
til it comes to my knees
I'm lost, I'm hopeless, tired, boastless,
trampled, gutted, wishing answers came closer
I want to give you everything,
but I tangle up like jungle weeds
thorns twisting round my bones
my skin's a fragile tent at night
candles flickering so bright
trying to hold the dark at bay
with books and notes piled high
numbers, notes and measurements
all fail to meet their points.
I'm lost, I'm hopeless, tired, boastless,
trampled, gutted, wishing answers came closer
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8. |
The Cost Of Living
03:09
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D / A / Bm / G / D / A / D / / /
(repeat)
D A
Bricks without straw
Bm
working for Pharaoh
G
much trabajo
D
poco dinero
A D
life is not short, it's long
D A
There's no free lunch
Bm
and prices rise
G
earning less and less
D
the harder I try
A Bm G D
life is not short, it's lo - ng
A D
life is not short, it's long
(DRUMS AND BASS START)
D A
If you walk out the door
Bm
you'd best be aware
G D
it hurts to try, and it hurts to care
A D
life is not short, it's long
D A
Find the pot of gold
Bm
as soon as you do
G D
it moves far, far away from you
A Bm G D
life is not short, it's lo - - ng
A D
life is not short, it's long
G D A
And it's all the cost of living
G D A/C# Bm
so let's all sing this so - ng
A/C# D G Bm A D
Life is not short it's very very very long
Get as much as you can
then give it away
go into debt
and somehow pay
life is not short, it's long
Pour it all in
none for yourself
most of it's covered in dust on the shelf
D A D
life is not short, it's long
D A Bm G D
life is not short, it's lo - - ng
A D
life is not short, it's long
Take a deep breath
you're gonna make it
put on a smile
it's okay if you fake it
life is not short, it's long
Make sure that you laugh
cause you're gonna cry
when you do your best,
finish last, and sigh:
"Life is not short, it's long,
Life is not short, it's long."
And it's all the cost of living
so let's all sing this song
life is not short it's very very very long
And it's all the cost of living
so let's all sing this song
life is not short it's very very very long
life is not short it's very very very long
life is not short it's very
very very
very very
very very
very very
long
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9. |
Fire In My Heart
04:50
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The grass is cold and wet
tickling my toes
my voice is dim and dull
scraggily and tough
we were iron gray
patterned with the clock
buzzing little bees
always on watch
I can hear you breathe
choking on the dust
past the city streets
swallowed up by rust
you are sleek and lean
muscle, skin and bones
like nylon under sun
stretching tent poles
oh, theres a fire in my veins
oh, drums pounding in my heart/chest
oh, theres a fire in my veins
oh, drums pounding in my heart/chest
We're never going back
oh, theres a fire in my veins
oh, drums pounding in my heart/chest
oh, theres a fire in my veins
oh, drums pounding in my heart/chest
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10. |
Rock N Roll
04:04
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ts a wonder you survived
tongue tripping over words still searching
for some clever turn of phrase
to make her laugh or hint how you feel
and you want, and easy answer
and you want, it to be ok
and when you're feeling small
you can sing along
to this song, to this song
And when you're inches from the ground
lift your voices loud.
when the sweat pours from your dreams
late at night, with your heart and a feather
turning back the scales of time
rusty gates, pretty face, chocking back words
and you want, and easy answer
and you want, it to be ok
and when you're feeling small
you can sing along
to this song, to this song
And when you're inches from the ground
lift your voices loud.
But Rock and roll, can't save your soul
rock n roll can't save your soul
and when you're feeling small
you can sing along
to this song, to this song
And when you're inches from the ground
lift your voices loud.
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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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