You told me not to sleep at night
I only dreamed of it anyway
You told me what was wrong was right
I’m left handed anyway
There was a time when love was blind
But now it’s the first thing we see
Box of angels, carry me
It’s on the tip of everybody’s tongue
But who will be the first to speak?
In a room full of blind children
Who will be the first to see?
Now’s the time to shake your fist
But how many fingers are left?
My box of angels wept
I was scheduled nine to five
But I was out early everyday
I wrote a beautiful speech
But I didn’t know what to say
I used to be so eloquent
But now I’m indeterminate
Box of angels, please repent
It was impossible to say
Things that I knew were true
But it was easy to say
How I felt about you
You used to make me healthy
Now I feel so ill
Box of angels, fire at will
Oh Jesus, please sell my soul
I hope you got a good deal
In a world where people are fake
I hope the liquor is real
I used to drink too much
Now I drink just enough
Box of angels, drink me up
Ben Wheeler uses an East German synthesizer and a Soviet flanger to create hauntingly weird yet bright and open electronic soundscapes. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 10, 2022
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“Portraits” is a collection of expertly drawn narrative songs with sharply observed lyrics and rustic instrumentation. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 25, 2022