The Wagon Box Fight

BELL DRIVE PRESENTS...

All sounds made, played and recorded by Ben Roque

ben.belldrive@gmail.com

"The Loud Room"

There's been a murder

somebody else is here too

the light's out again

my candle's all gone, this won't take long

and I never needed anyone for long

now I'm not the only one

locked in a house of mirrors

the windows all wrong

my clothes are still on, my guns are drawn

I hear in the dark a voice that knows me well

you're not you

until you stop trying to be

I held up a home

and stood on the roof as it fell

the people inside

with no place to hide, they took their time

they laughed until I lost my goddamn mind

so I made up a ghost

and I chased him to where he was born

my hammer in hand

I haunted the land, I steal just what I am

and I've never been where I never came from

"Saint Mary's Ax (I get it now)"

I spent a long time looking for you and I conclude that my eyes

are better off being used for anything else

your words are walls with too many sides and I confuse them as one

you're taking up all my time deciding who's you

don't get backed into a corner now, I get it now

well, meeting you was all there is to you

I'm safe and sound inside a theater where movies are made silent

one reel I'm put to death for being seen

cathedral spires are gathering clouds, the sleeping people conspire

the entrance is made of bones and I'm under the hill

a hundred hands, an eye tattooed on every one, I get it now

well, meeting you was all there is to you

killing stars in the act of love, in the land of living skies

memory serves an enemy, I get it now

well, meeting you was all there is to you

"The Last Stand"

The last stand left an unconscious man

and it's been raining since then.

Visions of the flood had been seen

by his widow and orphan,

their eyes scarlet.

A face in the water, silence roars

from the mouth of hell,

like hell roaring from their twisted mouths.

The loved one locked himself in a church

with ashes staining the glass.

Outside there was nobody left,

houses abandoned, tables still set.

Darkness was standing, weaving in on itself

through you. Do you ever

trust the light of day?

I'm ready to face someone I was.

I'm ready to let myself become,

as long as I keep these walls from talking to you.

Do you ever have to feel this way?

"Weapons"

Pull over the car I'm going to be sick after all I've seen, is this true to you

how everyone seems to believe that choices can be made the same way

you were made to be

load up a moment with your hints and sudden simplicity

your weapons take me where I go

Tell yourself you sleep willingly to set fire to your dream so someone

wakes up in your place

load up a movement with your brick wall tendencies

graffiti crawls across the street

your weapons will take me off to sleep tonight

the morning comes for you

skulls in the ashes talk instead of clouds inside my head

is this true to you

"Wearing a house"

Take off what you'll say and close the door

a burning window shows the little world that came rushing in

chandelier like a tear drops on the audience

saw headlines hide your face and a failed saint hits the ground

with all memories erased

it's a likely place we are

it's a simple place to go where everything shows

and here we are

you wear houses of costumes in a naked room

I get the feeling I'm made up when you look at me it feels like surgery

someone else is under your tombstone

I felt the daylight you let inside me, the sky's raining down glass teeth

but what do you sound like when there's no one to be?

it's a likely place we are

it's a simple place to go where everything shows

and here we are

someone else is under your tombstone

"like a question"

Like a question days left in my skin will pass

with no answer buried in my past now

I'm vicariously living through the ghost you knew

and it's easier done than said.

A willow's twisted roots splinter my grave tonight

and I watch in a trance.

A faraway look in your eye telling me I'm alone

in my skin thinning every time I grin.

A silver line too late to realize it's fading

in the fabricated night I took and tore to pieces.

Flames were rising out of the ground

the gate slammed shut and flower petals

were falling through the air.

It's easier done than said.

"skin and bones"

She doesn't seem to be anywhere

in the air I'm staring into

but the room's alive with a silence

that pulls my inside through

I can't be alone with you in my bones..

The skeleton in the mirror

he's smiling back at me

and I fear he thinks it's about time

that he sees the light of day

it just can't be you and I don't think it's mine but I'm sorry each time you go

The curtains open, the morning came falling down the stairs

there is no reason here to lead me anywhere

well surely my bones are only my own.. (?)

a saint falls into the canvas

stretched clear across the Atlantic

from the shore I'm watching 'em panic

with the vulture eye you wore

accept it that your skin is a door and my visit's a bit too sure..

The curtains open, the morning came falling down the stairs

there is no reason here to lead me anywhere

well surely my bones are only my own

she gives me the key and burns down my home.. no no no

I'll miss you (inspired by the short story "Skeleton" by Ray Bradbury)

"in mason jars, a moon and stars"

The candlelight described the room so she didn't have to

outlined in chalk she talks to you, intentions loud and true

you'll have to do and you'll know when she is through

In mason jars, a moon and stars her shelf is sooner than far

over think and understand I made up what I am.. somebody else

and there's no one to decide since you've undone

she don't ask for much she don't ask for anything

this raining light, the fire flies up the firefly's out again

the city's alive so don't wake her up she don't ask for anything.

In many ways I feel the same I taste teeth on my tongue

signal the stars we'll call this night before my empty eyes

what a disguise and I've tried so many lies since you've undone

"thin air"

Let the walls of a room in your head

now disappear

you feel like you're everywhere

like someone's air

it's a lively masquerade

behind dead eyes

I got another name to go by

like staining glass from the inside

now my house is coming alive

and I just can't decide where to hide

shining rain coming up

from the ground we both fell from

I found you in everyone

inside the sun

I just can't get off what's been said

I'll lie awake in my truthful bed

floating away from the empty floor

I swear it's not midnight behind that door

I'll wonder away from something to say

I'll dry up in a fountain

with my pockets locked and full of change (s)

hang your love