Ben Levin Live EP | Havdalah to the Blank Without

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Listen to the new EP: https://distrokid.com/hyperfollow/benlevin/havdalah-to-the-blank-without Enroll in "Modes In Your Music" here: https://benlevinmusicschool.com/p/modes-in-your-music VIDEO TEAM Director: Jack Zornado Director of Photography: Isaiah Saunders Gaffer: Walton Hall Camera Operators: Jack Zornado + Walton Hall + Isaiah Saunders Edit: Ben Levin DIT/Colorist: Jack Zornado BAND @JusticeCow - Guitar + Vocals @kit_orion - Vocals @AdamNeely - Bass @thatoneeyedkid - Keys Aaron Emmanuel - Synth Andrew Nault - Drums Engineered by Chaimes Parker Mixed by Bradford Krieger Mastered by Randy Roos at Squam Sound Recorded at @Bignicestudio Thank you to @CaveandCanaryGuitars for the beautiful instruments! LYRICS MEMORY STOLE THE TWINKLE FROM HER EYES The television’s on No one is around to watch it My family stands tall in the street Looking down on the chalk outline Turning to smoke A grey wind blew through their bodies The stain in her chest Put strain on her every breath Memory stole the twinkle from her eyes The family in the street Stayed stuck to their bloody feet The boy with no face became her life Oh so the smoke hid the fire Oh we saw the smoke SHAKING YOUR WORLD Fall out of your snow globe You should know who’s been shaking your world Stay still, show me circles Slowly whisper, “same old same old” One one, only only Tell me I know I was once one whole Home PRAYER TO BE FORGOTTEN COMPLETELY To rise to rise To see from the outside To swim through the memory Of stars far away To die alone Out in the mystery Deep in the ocean there’s someone like me OPEN THE WINDOW DEATH IS NEAR In the flame of time I got burned I got outshined Trying to stay young By tearing my hair out every night Looking far away Never go back Never ashamed I don’t recall the face My mother made When she’d say, “Open the window death is near.” Spread across the floor Skin of a saint Hands of a coward Sewn into the lungs The name of a wind Our sails devoured Blown into the lake Light of the moon Night of the snake The lisp I lost with age Is all that could say Why we Open the window death is near In my old costume The mirror and I Out in the shame In the shadow of a lie Saying all the sayings That hurt me every time About how a man should live And let himself die Open the window death is near HAVDALAH TO THE BLANK WITHOUT Yes I’ve (all the open windows) Waited my whole life (with their bodies askew) To return the fire to the wine Oh to smell the spices with no light All the mothers (Yes) watch the children (I’ve) looking for a memory For a silence (waited) In the seething (my whole life) For a face returning In my house of empty chairs I caught a glimpse of something Moving breathing in the dark Holding up two broken fingers One pointed up above beyond beyond the ceiling One straight through the floor To its body It smiled at me singing All the children (yes) With no mothers (I’ve) Wander through the garden Feeling jealous (waited) Of the flowers (my whole life) And the hands that pick them In the city (yes) They are missing (I’ve) All the open windows Up above us (waited) They are jumping (my whole life) With their bodies askew Oh to see your spirit rise Oh to see your fallen sign In my house of empty chairs I caught a glimpse of something Moving breathing in the dark Holding up two broken fingers One pointed up above beyond beyond the ceiling One straight through the floor To its body It smiled at me singing Yes I’ve waited my whole life.