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Belcaster
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Welcome along to the Bellcaster. This is Northern Islands Podcaster playing fantastic music. Always here for you.
SPEAKER_04Yes, indeed, welcome along to another Bellcaster podcast. My name is Baron. It's a pleasure to be here for my first broadcast.
SPEAKER_01La la la la la la la la la La La La La La La La La La Yeah, I see the suits in the back of the blacked out bands. Trading Mercies like Pokemon cars with their holy friends. They got the geometric plus sign hanging from the neck. Why they're bouncing every morrow like a rubberized check. And the guys with the crescent curves and the heavy silk grapes. Selling modesty to women while they're planning the escape.
SPEAKER_03It's a costume party, man. It's a masquerade ball. They put a veil on the truth just to watch the people crawl.
SPEAKER_01Yeah, and we're just fuel for the fire, just a dog in the gear. Watch the eighty vibes, take the deepest silence, they're fit. It like pilots in the candy shop. Eyes wide and greedy, grabbing parody bars with the money from the needy. The peaks that sellers got a pretty eye price to show a golden man sitting cross-legged on a velvet rug. It's just a front for the guys who treat the soul like a drug. They talk about the will and letting go with the greed. While they stop piling every single thing that we need. Tryna buy a vibe that'll make the spender feel quaint. It's the transaction, homie, it's the VIP card. A full with the taxes that we ruffle real hard. It's one single scammer with the closet full of masks. Changing up his accent for the different holy tasks. While the father relies, cause I'm another holy alibi. Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
SPEAKER_03We're all sitting at the dinner table, covin' up the map while we're fighting over scraps in the spiritual trap. It's a family reunion and the vault made a lies. They talk about Mohammed while they're looking for a profit.
SPEAKER_01If you put a dollar down, you know they gonna pocket from the working class wet to the seven colored clothes, from the turban at the top, to the miter in the hall. The prophet is the only one who's answering the car.
SPEAKER_03They use Muhammad's name like a brand on the shoe. They use Jesus like a lawyer when the bill is overdue. They just honor in the malice, turning people into life. Do a push to lower chalice in the middle of the night.
SPEAKER_01They wanna manifest the world where the power stays put. With the newest philosophy and the record foot. It's the same old racket with the different flavor, juice the neck tie and the prayer beads. Both work like a noop, make peace with Jesus. But he's the one who freezes. That's around the bucket till the credit card freezes.
SPEAKER_03They're paying for the halo with the suitcases in. Washing off the blood, just to let him back in. While the stammer at the top won't go all damn lamb, but the gold in the temple won't make him alright. You can put a two on the devil, but he's still looking for the sheep. You can put a two on the devil, but he's still looking for the sheep. You can put a two on the devil, but he's still looking for the sheep. Pass around the bucket till the credit card freezes.
SPEAKER_04Absolutely, I couldn't agree more. Excellent idea. So let's try this one then.
SPEAKER_02Yo sonrío, digo, soy yo. Te acomodo el chalo otra vez, y en tus ojos hay una puerta que se va cerrando de a pie y me duele el aire cuando dudas de ayer. Si mi mano te llama, tú me vuelves a nacer. No te vayas, memoria. Quédate un poco más. No te vayas, memoria. Déjalo respirar. Si me olvidas, oratos, yo te vuelvo a encontrar. No te vayas memoria, no me dejes atrar. En la pared está tu foto con tu risa de panizar, pero el nombre de ese verano se te rompe al virar. Yo te canto lo de siempre para verte despertar. Y aunque no pasé, te pierda, yo te sé qué está. Me quedo cerca por si vuelve la luz. Dice quiebra tu norte. Yo sé tu quieto. No te vayas de bota. No te vayas de boya. Deja tú respirar. Si te olvidas por dos. Yo te voy a esconder. No te vayas memoria. No me dejes atrás. Si tu mundo se hace niebla, yo seré tu voz. Si la tarde te desordena, yo te doy calor. No preguntas, no recuerdas, pero sigues aquí que en el centro de tu pecho. Todavía estás en mí. No te vayas memoria. Quédate un poco más. No te vayas memoria. Déjalo respirar. No te vayas de bot.
SPEAKER_04No te see we've got a new listener in Paris. Welcome along. I hope you're well and enjoying the music.
SPEAKER_00And you know, as myself, I'm not a very interesting person. It's when I get into character I come alive, truly alive. I reveal all kinds of aspects of myself that I wouldn't normally keep.
SPEAKER_04Let's have the last piece of music on the hook to be back and iPhone.
SPEAKER_02Lights flicker like memories, secrets in the air. Footsteps echo in the silence, hearts in a slow rhythm. I'm chasing shadows of a dream that's almost there. Holy time when the world goes dim. With fireflies in the death burning bright. Together we can read the night. The coffee's bitter, but your smile is sweet. You're the compass that keeps me from falling. Every breath we take is a promise. A symphony of hope and every time when the world goes down With fireflies in the door burning bright. Together we carry tonight. Find a rhythm of post that only we feel time may pass. But the fire inside won't deal. We're alive.