22.7.13

The Lone Bellow-Bleeding Out

There was Zach Williams, an artist performing solo in a small and cute diner in Brooklyn, when he met the other two, Kanene Pipkin and Brian Elmquist, then after practicing a few songs together, Zach decided to form the trio "The Lone Bellow". The real inspiration came after the accident of Zach's wife that left her almost paraplegic. Most of the songs are his writings in a journal. Sadness and melancholy strike with each word. "Bleeding Out" is one song of their debut album. You can read the lyrics and watch the music video here.




The Lone Bellow-Bleeding Out

Even if I was lonely, even if I was broke
Even if all the dogs in the pound let me know
Saying it’s never over, it never ends
Grab my heart and the fire, let us descend
To the darkest of prisons and break their defense
We will rattle the cages, rules will be bent
Oh, remind us our days are all numbered, not spent
And peace, it comes easy, like mist on a ridge

Breathing in, breathing out, the salt in my mouth
Gives me hope that I’ll bleed something worth bleeding out
Breathing in, breathing out, the salt in my mouth
Gives me hope that I’ll bleed something worth bleeding out

Ba-ba-da-da-ba-da-da-ba-da-da-ba-da

All the horoscopes tell us to break all our ties
To our families and loved ones we leave when we fly
To these cities we think we need in our lives
Oh, you Manhattan jungle, you tangle our lives

Breathing in, breathing out, the salt in my mouth
Gives me hope that I’ll bleed something worth bleeding out
Breathing in, breathing out, the salt in my mouth
Gives me hope that I’ll bleed something worth bleeding out

Ba-ba-da-da-ba-da-da-ba-da-da-ba-da

All the buildings, they lean and the smile down on us
And they shout from their rooftops, words we can't trust
Like you’re dead, you are tired, you're ruined, you're dust
Oh, you won't 'mount of nothing, like tanks full of rust
But we scream back at them from below on the street
All in unison we sing, our time's been redeemed
We are all of the beauty that has not been seen
We are full of the color that’s never been dreamed

Where nothing we need ever dies
Where nothing we need ever dies
Where nothing we need ever dies

Breathing in, breathing out, the salt in my mouth
Gives me hope that I’ll bleed something worth bleeding out
Breathing in, breathing out, the salt in my mouth
Gives me hope that I’ll bleed something worth bleeding out

Ba-ba-da-da-ba-da-da-ba-da-da-ba-da...

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