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Bells (Sleepwalkers.)
02:58
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Clocks,
Break through bells.
Lie,
Through your teeth to sell.
Feign,
Plastic grins.
Sell,
Your plastic bags and skin.
Time,
Wearing thin,
Then do it all again.
Plan,
To get ahead.
Drained,
Better rest instead.
Plumes.
Overrun.
Sleep as the,
Soot settles in your plastic lungs.
Sleep,
As you sell.
Words,
Muted while bells,
Sing.
You.
To.
Sleep.
Wait.
Silent now.
Bells ring out.
Silent now.
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Let's talk of how,
You came unto my house,
In nothing but a blouse.
And crept into,
Endless shades of blue,
With words we never knew.
The wellspring rose,
A luminescent glow,
Spelled, "Reap that which you sow."
While suspended bright blue,
My limbs took flight too.
Mixed and spun,
The range of hues had run,
I brushed their deep blue spectrum.
Only to find,
Each matching shade had climbed,
Up and down on our spines.
And they ebbed and flowed too,
My limbs they shown through,
As they laughed at,
Any mark of innocence.
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3. |
Caverns (Melatonin.)
05:18
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Waiting,
For the better part of every day,
For the dust to settle,
And then separate.
For the better part of every pause,
To illuminate these lanterns.
Still waiting,
For the better part of every day,
For this dust to settle
And then separate,
Yeah, for the better part,
Of every pause,
The better part,
Of every pause.
'Cause when you write it down,
You let it go.
Yeah, when you write it down,
You let it go.
Build it up,
To break it down, son.
Built it up,
To break it down, son.
So up and down streets,
Shadows march.
They will shield you.
They will shield you.
As we hide ourselves,
Among their dark,
We will sing too.
Yeah, we'll sing too.
But the lanterns,
They will light up soon,
And we'll cling too.
Yeah, we'll cling too.
So without the truth,
Or any proof,
I'll believe you.
I'll believe you.
I'll just hope,
When they're bright,
With our bodies exposed,
And unsure.
That we'll know,
That despite,
Every bright burning light,
We're sure.
On our own.
On our own.
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Chehala Seattle, Washington
Chehala ("shuh-hay-luh"), which roughly translates to "Wes & Friends", is the solo project of Wes Gonzalez of New Lungs. This is not to be confused with the equally tasty bread, "challah."
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