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1.
I Will Stand 03:50
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.
2.
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
3.
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 .
4.
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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6.
I Dreamt 05:08
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
7.
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
8.
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
9.
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
10.
Rock N Roll 04:04
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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released June 10, 2014

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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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