This time I won't fall for this
These short step relationships
Star-studded pools I can't resist
But too deep to swim against this time

This time I'll pretend that my will contends
Twist my tongue until it rips
Bright blue apocalypse
There is no innocence

This time
This tide
In rhyme
This time
This time
This time

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Wake up
Last night I dreamed...
Break up - I'll find new strings
Wake up
Last night I dreamed I need you
But you came too sure
          I know I'm not sure
... too sure

Breakpoint. Listen and repeat.
If you want it long enough it’ll become what you need.
Breakpoint. I’ll bring you up to speed.
After every rainbow comes the rot and the disease.

Everything up until now has a filter.
Everything up until now has been tilted, shifted
Easy up: get lifted; drift with it; pick gifted.
Paint a picture of transition;
Rediscover new beginnings.
But if you never “act now” include ‘oblivious indecisions’

Now, if we listen to tradition
Not every lesson needs invention.
If you are what drives your illness
Separate. A new division.

Where do we go when we go inside?
Somewhere safe from the landslide?
Somewhere better than your own head
“Nothing but old ghosts and broken parts”, she said.
What do we know about letting go?
Nothing but short steps in an undertow.
Don’t lose sleep. Take it slow.

What do you think it would take to get you through?
What will it take to make you new?
If you get there first, save seats for two
I’m not the one. They’re both for you.

Breakpoint. Listen and believe.
If you need it long enough it’ll consume what you bleed.
Breakpoint. I’ll bring you to release.
It’s the rainbow that brings all the rot; the disease.

Everything up until now is a flicker.
Everything up and then “how” doesn’t fit her
Doesn’t get her. “Stay down” doesn’t fit her
Doesn’t shift her; stay with her

Paint a picture of admission; rediscover intuition
But if you never “act now” don’t expect her to resist her resistors

Now, if we listen to tradition
Not every lesson needs revision.
If you are what drives your illness
Separate. Create derision.

Where do we go when we go inside?
Somewhere safe from the landslide?
Somewhere better than your own head
“Nothing but old ghosts and broken parts”, she said.
What do we know about letting go?
Nothing but short steps in an undertow.
Don’t lose sleep. Take it slow.

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Recorded at Traxler Studios (2023)

The Bells

Echo Artifact is Al Cerulo and Jude Traxler; multi-instrumentalists live-looping original songs within a narrative structure.

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