Bells EP

by Nettles

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released 11 July 2014

Guion Pratt - guitar, vocals, saw, banjo
Juliana Daugherty - flute, vocals
Chris Campanelli - guitar, vocals
Sam Bush - keys, vocals
Joseph Dickey - uprighteous bass

Words and music by Guion Pratt
Produced by Daniel Levi Goans
Engineered, mixed, and mastered by Edd Kerr

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Track Name: Bells
It's this thing where I stand
with this rope in my hand,
and though I can't see that far
I've been told & I believe that there's
a bell at the other end.

And if I'm made of sand
(the way I think that I am),
then this rope in my hand's
just sand, too and we're both ringing
sand at the other end.

And I've chosen to believe
it's me pulling on these strings
makes these bells above me ring
that coerces them to sing and make
glad at the other end.

But for all that I know
(as I stand here below),
these bells ring on their own
and you've got me here tugging on this
rope to some other end,
and what other end is that?

And I think that I love you
but maybe I don't
I've been thinking of leaving,
but I probably won't, 'cause I don't
know what's at the other end.

Besides, when I return to sand—
well, the way I understand it
is that they'll bury me in sand,
And then who will hold your hand
when you get to the other end,
and what other end is that?
Track Name: Houses or You Know All of the Ghosts
Fly around the room. Time is a giant instant. You're everything a lion isn't. Fly around the room. All that I'm hoping about Hell is that it's empty; that everyone makes it out. But all that I know about Hell is that it's listening; it hears me when I am alone inside this house. Fly around the room. Time is a silent sizzle. You're nothing if you can't whistle. Fly around the room. Everything means in a house that your used to; you know all the ghosts, and the rooms where they live. You tell me you think that it's haunted? I'm sure that it is. And everything feels in a house that your used to; I know about my ghost, and the room where Sara lives. If anything's real in this universe, everything is. Fly around the room. Time is rhythm and distance. You're nothing without your instruments. Fly around the room.
Track Name: Triptych for Pyrrha
The tomatoes draw deer to my garden,
and the dog's howling keeps them away.
(We see/hear, what we want.)

You can come around whenever you need to;
all the old haunts are happy to greet you.
(The holes in your chest know you the best.)

In September my trees will have apples;
by November they'll lose all their leaves.
(Love is a gate left open, whatever you've done,
and grace is the rock salt in the gatekeeper's gun.)
Track Name: Leatherwing Bat
"Hi!" said the little leatherwing bat,
"I'll tell you the reason that,
the reason that I fly in the night:
its 'cause I've lost my hearts delight!"

How-dee-dow, a diddle-um-day, and a hay-deedle-dee, little-lie-dee-lo.

"Hi!" said the cardinal sittin' on a fence,
"Once I courted a handsome wench!
But she got saucy and from me fled,
and ever since then my head's been red!"

How-dee-dow, a diddle-um-day, and a hay-deedle-dee, little-lie-dee-lo.

"Hi!" said the jay with the back, so blue,
"If I were a young man, I'd have two.
So if one got saucy and wanted to go,
I'd have me a new string for my bow!"

How-dee-dow, a diddle-um-day, and a hay-deedle-dee, little-lie-dee-lo.

"Hi!" said the owl with the face so white,
"A lonesome day, a lonesome night!
Thought I heard a pretty girl say,
'Court all night, sleep all day!'"

How-dee-dow, a diddle-um-day, and a hay-deedle-dee, little-lie-dee-lo.

"Hi!" said the lonesome turtledove,
"I'll tell you how to win her love:
Keep her awake both night and day—
Never give her time to say 'Go away!'"

How-dee-dow, a diddle-um-day, and a hay-deedle-dee, little-lie-dee-lo.