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Have you ever been to a real small town rodeo
Did you see the animals under the lights
Were you focused on the loop or the saddle
Did dust and meat smoke fight for your eyes
Were you frightened for the brave bull riders
Were you saddened by a rope around a hoof
Did you listen to the loudspeaker blaring
Did the clowns earn your favor with a spoof
And in the dancehall did you dare to dance with strangers
Were there boots cuffs on your denim-covered ankles
From your two-step mistakes that were expected anyway
Doesn’t every dancer learn by first only fakin’
Did you have a Bud Light with the one who bought it for you
Did you say thanks with a clink and another spin
Did you slide and spin until the pedal steel did you in
Then were you just another animal under the lights
In a small town, out at the rodeo grounds, in the night
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Like a Hallway
02:25
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Morning felt like a hallway
And I was a frame
Hung careful on the wall
No secrets, no goals
What I was was an ideal
Of a bright white meadow full of snow
Why are you affecting me so
Why can’t I just let it
The morning felt like a hallway
And I was the bulb chain
Hung high above the stairs
Pull me down, I’ll hold you up
Put you in my broken cup
Where the light used to let out its shine
Why are you affecting me so
Why can’t I just let it
The morning felt like a hallway
But I saw a cracked door moon
Through a mirror and a window
It seemed so close, mere steps
But steps are the hard part
When you don’t think
That you can move
Even your head
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Shimmers
03:08
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Yes, I remember the pact we made back in 2008
Yes, I remember on that leap day
Wishes shimmered like coins
And it was cold out, but it was not too cold to swim
And I was in over my head, but I did not have to pretend
On a rooftop in Bushwick at 5 AM
I couldn’t look at you without almost leaning in
And if we’d been alone, I’d have had no control
But if we’d never met up, how would I have ever known
At dawn, we hailed a cab to take us back to where the van was parked
I turned to Max whose face was weary in the fading Brooklyn dark
And as the city woke up, something buried spoke up
I am still in love with that woman
Why does that make me feel so lost
Why do I feel so lost
Why do I feel so lost
This year on leap day, seven years later
I think I might go for a swim
I hope it’s cold out, I hope it’s empty
I hope I have accompaniment
In the shape of a friend that shimmers like a wish in wind
I won’t ever not love you
But you can’t be the one I’m with
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It came from an end
I wouldn’t shift for it
I could run so fast then
What a real compromise
What a true companion
All of my road life
Someone in it always kept me loved
Someone in it held the reins when I had lost my name
That word is poison
I don’t know any normal people in this world
Kept in private, learning to swim
You saw it then, I didn’t believe you
How could I have been still long enough
I gave up love songs when I was too young
To know what was wrong with their aim
How could I run from the same today
That word is poison
I don’t know any normal
That word is poison
I don’t know any normal
That word is poison (all my friends are losers)
That word is poison (all my friends are losers)
That word is poison (all my friends are losers)
That word is poison (all my friends are losers)
That word is poison (all my friends are losers)
That word is poison (all my friends are losers)
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Arizona Driveway
01:49
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Arizona driveway, saddest call I ever fielded
At dawn, my mom asked me, “Are you alone?”
Josh is asleep on our friend Nick’s floor
She told me, “Go wake him, son now”
Bright, it’s so bright so early in the day in Tucson
What is it, Mom? What is it, Mom? What is it?
In the night, in the living room, he fell
On the way to town, on a farm-to-market highway
His heart gave out
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Feeling Small Austin, Texas
Feeling Small is a new vehicle for the songs of Chase Weinacht (Marmalakes). Dressed by a rotating cast of players from the Austin community, then hemmed and fastened by producer John Michael Landon, these vulnerable, delicate song shapes reveal an inconsistent pursuit of personal growth. ... more
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