Ben Levin Live EP | Havdalah to the Blank Without

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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
‪@JusticeCow‬Guitar + Vocals
‪@kit_orion‬Vocals
‪@AdamNeely‬Bass
‪@thatoneeyedkid‬Keys
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.