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Don't All Look Up At Once

by Ezra Bell

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pointedjack It's all pretty evocative like most Ezra Bell songs, there's always a scene to imagine. Goat's Milk's Chorus is just very singable too, I like the energy and pace to it. I used to and sometimes still do sing it to myself in the car. It reminds me of one of my friends old dad who had his own ideas about the world and that he was certain were true. He was certainly a 'thinking' man who didn't trust the news. Favorite track: Goat's Milk.
Charlotte McCaslin
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Charlotte McCaslin Excellent songwriting, beautifully arranged and recorded.
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cont3mplation Folk-y and heartfelt songs that make me want to dance and cry at the same time, a perfect mix of the two Favorite track: Dear Old Dad.
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1.
Well I said, "Take it or leave it," and she left it on the bedroom floor There was quiet in the corners, there was trouble in a bag behind the door And all the lies too oft repeated, they were seated in repose upon the porch And in the midst of all this clamor is the struggle to remember us before Now that you're holding up your diary every time we meet Saying this may be the single saddest book there'll ever be Sit down beside me, pick a place and read And I will hear you, and I will hear you And on that day you took your turn, I sat with loneliness we learned Hungry as the desert sun, darling of the doomed and drunk And all the bad news that can fit jumps in my ear And does insist that these things always end like this Well we knew there would be trials we knew there would be WHAT And it was gonna take a while yet to start to see results Now that you're holding up your diary every time we meet Saying this may be the single saddest book there'll ever be Sit down beside me, pick a place and read And I will hear you, and I will hear you And on that day you took your turn, I sat with loneliness we learned Hungry as the desert sun, darling of the doomed and drunk And all the bad news that can fit jumps in my ear And does insist that these things always end like this
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Dear Old Dad 03:28
Good old dad, he showed his hand He poured his drink on the carpet And outside I was watching the fireworks Burn out above like a card trick And when we slept you left your bed And ran to the arms of a grown man And all that night you left your light in The back of Vanessa Martin's mom's van And you still just borrow what you cannot steal You will ask what isn't owed When you find out that none of that is real Come back and dance the night away in dirty clothes One by one we all moved on While you just clung to your childhood And all that shame you prick your veins with Will never love you like I do Someone stands to hold your hand down there deep in the barroom All the night look left and right Love, tell me, tell me, where are you? And you still just borrow what you cannot steal You will ask what isn't owed When you find out that none of that is real Come back and dance the night away in dirty clothes
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Goat's Milk 02:50
Well I remember you, you haven't changed a bit You've still got that sadness, it's hanging from your lips You point your tattooed fingers at the fish As they swim off to the sunset so freely (Oh there they go, there there they go) With a conscience of your pockets you give surnames like Shabazz Treat them like your children and you dress them up in drag Your all down passing out predictions on the ave To conclusions of the book we are both reading (Somewhere between the spines) They say time is always watching, he pours himself a drink He says well I don't read the news, I'd rather use that time to think How I fly on by while you fiddle with your phones Like foolish waves go crashing over unsuspecting stones You look into the mirror blowing kisses at your flaws, Speaking broken Spanish drinking goat's milk through a straw The twinkle from your eyes is said to stimulate the gods Or the businessmen who idolize your lunchbox (Saying what's he got, well what's he got) You watch the soldiers starving from your bleachers in the shade, On Halloween you heed their knocks and feed them hand grenades You'll suffer through Martinis while Frank Sinatra's played On the speakers there to drown out the gunshots (Oh my, my, my, my) Time is always watching, he pours himself a drink He says well I don't read the news, I'd rather use that time to think How I fly on by while you fiddle with your phones Like foolish waves go crashing over unsuspecting stones (Oh my, my, my, my) Communism's crumbled, cabinets have lied And if they told you half the truth, you'd do your best to act surprised There are holes in every mountain, lines on every road There are tractors at the tree line making gypsies of the Joads
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May the Road 02:35
May all the roads that you take now be smooth ones And you will awake with a smile May all your wanderings bring to you wisdoms Which you can forget for a while Should there be gold darling for you to find there May you make of it the most It will not matter now too much if I'm there You will be there, there, there for us both May all your happiness these days be lasting And you'll know what's real and what's not May you now purify all of your passions And be good to what you have got When you are called darling down to the river Don't you just run to get wet Stretch your paws along her shores And gaze, gaze, gaze into her depths Stretch your paws along her shores And gaze, gaze, gaze into her depths
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I could be happy if I died today If I go on living, I will try do same And all of our old quarrels may swing down soon They are calling from the rafters, our clarity a fluke But for now, let's make love with the lights on And I won't wonder where you have been nor with whom The pictures of your saints hanging crooked from the drywall The body of the goddess in your thin red shoes And none need understand all the reasons we have come here But as the days grow shorter they may have their say Look me in the eyes before they do, little darling I would be happy if I died today
6.
Go and get your drugs, honey, go and get your drugs I am fond of those things too, some of them so much Give away my whole life to 'em, give away my bed Come about on some strange couch just wishing that I were dead Ashley hitched from Houston she was raped in Abilene Beaten with a bottle as the night laid mute her screams When she finally reached here she was happy as can be There's a bright light shining in the big blue sky and I never know what it means And I can't help singing dirges on the ides of every month Heaven is a chandelier, but don't all look up at once I go down to the park to give away my cigarettes I go down to the park where I sit and wait for death But I can't wait forever with the breezes and the bums The soldiers came to shoot us down but Jesus jammed the guns And when the bottles all were empty, he called us to our feet He promised us salvation and some real nice things to eat, We were good then 'til the morning when daylight did us in Oh the past it picked our pretty little pockets, it gets thirsty for revenge And I can't help singing dirges on the ides of every month Heaven is a chandelier, but don't all look up at once Oh I can't help singing dirges on the ides of every month Heaven is a chandelier, but don't all look up at once

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released December 18, 2013

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Ezra Bell is an Indie Folk act from Portland, Oregon.

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