MOMENTS OF IMPACT

by The Small Calamities

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1.
ice cream overture!!!
2.
Waste My Time
3.
Fairy Lights
4.
LYRICS: i laid on the floor and i looked at the TV. the people were angry, the popcorn was free, it's been a long time since i've been in the real world, you'll have to tell me what it's like. we started in rags and we ended in bondage but when i woke up on wednesday it all stayed the same. i got on a plane just away for the weekend and half a year later i never returned but i'm a parenthesis, you are a satellite, and we have been circling moments of impact spending our days at the chelsea hotel writing tomes of american history. just because we hit the ground, doesn't mean we can run. my soul was the price i paid (40 bottles in the back of a basement), it don't matter, we can't be saved. we came and we left our mark. you be human and i'll be on the clock. it don't matter if it all gets lost. i stood in the crowd & i covered my face. the people were tired, the anger was free. i slept through the outrage and woke up accepting. the radio laughed and the poets retired. i have been thinking when i'm trying not to. i woke up on wednesday and went back to sleep. i was young for a moment and i still remember that i wasn't worth it but i wasn't wrong. we all got lost, we all got over it, we made it back to texas, and we made it out alive. we all got lost, we all came up empty, we almost made it okay, and we made it back to texas.
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LYRICS: i have a dream every once in a while. i am down in a basement and lost in your smile then you flicker away as i step on the train and when i wake up i am whispering your name. there are things that i said that i shouldn't have said. there are things i remember i wish i'd forget. there is pain in your eyes that i never could know. there are places you've been no one ever should go. you are a folded up paper doll haunting the words that i struggle to say. you are a book that i left at a restaurant so many summers away. you are the roar of an orchestra; i know this all sounds a little cliche but i didn't know. seared in my memories, your polka-dot gown... when the levees collapsed any good will we found. flood out the laughter with deafening sighs; straightening your curls out and rolling your eyes. SCREAM for the monsters that kicked down your walls. SCREAM for some dumb afternoon in the fall. SCREAM for parishioners knelt in your grace. SCREAM for the symphony light on your face. SCREAM for the tempest and SCREAM for the calm. SCREAM for the days you can barely hold on. SCREAM for the healing and SCREAM for the ache. SCREAM for emotions you struggle to fake. i'll scream for forgiveness for every mistake. i am a picture you've learned to ignore, just a memory you'd like to erase. i am a specter in high definition, a flashback you don't want to chase. i am a power chord washed in distortion... too dumb to imagine your space and i didn't know. i can't return the last gift that i got for you. that's not a metaphor (there is a 30 day limit) and we can't return to the past... no bar karaoke or text conversations or bridges on fire (OK, that one's a metaphor) but if you could give me the benefit of any shred of self doubt that i have... when the clock touches midnight IT WON'T GO AWAY. with mysterious magic IT WON'T GO AWAY. in ballgowns and chariots IT WON'T GO AWAY. at the worst fucking airport IT WON'T GO AWAY. with sacred devotion IT WON'T GO AWAY. in perpetual motion IT WON'T GO AWAY. in the deepest blue ocean IT WON'T GO AWAY. with fleeting emotion IT WON'T GO AWAY. with words of forgiveness IT WON'T GO AWAY. with terrible scars no IT WON'T GO AWAY. with confessions and tears no IT WON'T GO AWAY. in a million years no IT WON'T GO AWAY. i have a dream every now and again where i’m dead in the water or drowning in sin.
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LYRICS: i've got so many tabs open that there's just a picture of a smiling face where the number should be. it's 3 in the morning, i'm remembering phrases that you never said when i should be asleep. i got drunk and ordered some food to your address--you're welcome, i'm sorry, i'm lost, you're confused. it's 3 in the morning, it's 5 o' clock somewhere, it's 6 in new york and there's nothing to do. i’ve been having trouble sleeping. i’ve been closing every window. i hope you get the plague and you survive. i hope you suffer, but i don’t want you to die. just to be clear, i hope you stay alive. i hope you get the plague and you survive. i drove to las vegas, i stopped at your place and it felt like a minute but it took thirty years. the girl at the rental car place waived the fees, she said "don't worry this happens all of the time". there was a time when i thought i could save you but it turns out that two wrongs will never be right for each other and i will just travel through time to a moment when we were still shrouded in light. i've got so many tabs open that there's just a picture of a smiling face where the number should go. it's 2001, or it's 2050, but time doesn't matter. you already know that i woke up and i don’t remember you address--you're welcome, i'm sorry we got so confused. it's the part of the movie where the music cuts out, for a moment and the camera moves off of you.
7.
Be True
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Stock Photography
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LYRICS: your face across a crowded room… just wait, this will be over soon… i’d smoke to breathe in anything but your perfume. a flashback to when it all began with red wine in your unsteady hands but i don’t need liquor to be someone i can’t stand. your lipstick shines in candy apple red like a well-worn sign of things we left unsaid if i could take these blues and you out of my head i would be fine… it’s just these wrinkles in our time. all these colored lights in this greying town… i’d give up the fight but you won’t back down. melted wax before we could even fly. back porch in artificial light with good friends to make it through the night… your long black hairs in every lyric that i write. long looks, before they disappear, held back in sacrificial mirrors… with time i think you’d hate L.A. as much as here. hallmark greeting cards, not a single tear. no, don’t change your plans! you’re already here! if you leave this time, please don’t turn around…
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LYRICS: it’s been close to a year now, not that we’d ever count. keep it professional, wouldn’t want people to talk… i mean, we barely talk as it is now. blood on the street of a city on fire with tourniquets keeping our hearts from our minds. hiding in sapphire ivory towers, but we won’t return. i’ll keep my nametag close to my chest… just promise me you won’t forget where you are. i’m swimming in circles or drowned in your light… a man in a polaroid. the stars over mission street sparkle and shine to light up some future that never could be. your voice like a megaphone quietly burns, but it’s the silence that gets to me. now the ashes have cleared out, fondness comes from the fall. i am a visitor, i wouldn’t get chances to be a fresh coffee cup in the morning. smoke in your hair & regret on your face… little black tears in your little black lace. covered in irony you’ll never know, don’t watch it unfold. i’ll keep my nametag close to my chest… just promise me you won’t forget when we were swimming in circles or drowned in the night… drunk eyes in a polaroid. the stars over mission street crackle and fall to light up some people we never could be… your voice from the buzzer, i quietly turn, but it’s the silence that gets to me. don’t stay up, don’t wait for me... i’ll come back, i always do eventually. i curse at this city, i curse at the airport, i curse at the train lines that took me to you. i scream out your name in the dead of the night like somehow you’d hear in the morning. i pray or i dream or i turn off the lights or i lie down pretending to sleep. i scream at the top of my lungs til i can’t anymore but it’s the silence that gets to me.
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LYRICS: so well behaved lying on the steps with my arms wide open. i’m such a mess. i spent some years curled up by your feet with my ears tucked back and my future incomplete. so ring your bell and i’ll be there (so safe and saccharine) and i’ll pretend as if i don’t remember everything. if you don't learn history you're doomed to repeat it like i forgot the way you broke my spine. it's a fun game 'til we're dead and defeated but maybe we'll be okay this time. but don’t you worry, i’ve been trained before. i won’t bite or beg and i won’t listen to reason. i filed away all the lasting scars in a bedside shelf with your name etched underneath. so ring your bell and i’ll be there (just blindly listening) and i’ll pretend as if i don’t remember everything. i don’t want to pretend to like your sister anymore. i don’t want to pretend to like fleet foxes anymore.
12.
Roaring Lions
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Funeral Hymn #4
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LYRICS: saying goodbye is death by a thousand cuts with flashbacks waking me up. i get drunk, but it's not enough 'cause the morning comes and you're not my baby. i look through the windows of this love even though we boarded them up. the chandelier's still flickering here 'cause i can't pretend it's okay when it's not: it's death by a thousand cuts. i dress to kill my time and take the long way home. i ask the traffic lights if it'll be alright and they say "i don't know". what once was ours is no one's now… i see you everywhere, the only thing we share is this small town. you said it was a great love (one for the ages) but if the story's over, why am i still writing pages? my heart, my hips, my body, my love—i'm trying to find a part of me that you didn't touch. you gave up on me like i was a bad drug and now i'm searching for signs in a haunted club. our songs, our films, united we stand, our country (guess it was a lawless land?)… quiet my fears with the touch of your hand or paper cut stings from our paper-thin plans. my time, my wine, my spirit, my trust… i'm trying to find a part of me you didn't take up. i gave you too much, but it wasn't enough but i'll be alright—it's just a thousand cuts.
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you have always been a storm.
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LYRICS: i screamed about breaking my heart with punk rock and telephone calls. electric guitars fade to pianos and cars, a gentler jesuit fall. take it one day at a time and bandage the wounds as they come. after the anger comes sadness, and after that i will be numb. you said you were the queen back in middle school… i guess that should have been a red mark. i said to our friend that i should have ran then, she said, "nah, you already fell hard." but i was the prom king in high school—that's true, even if no-one ever believes me—but after the anger has wilted the willows, i will reign over the leaves. every word that i gave you was true, and i wish that you meant what you said to me too. cinderella, i know that you’re angry & at this point i’ll never know why. i borrowed your pigment, got lost in a figment or jumped out of september skies. sometimes i just want to call you or see you in sepia tint but after the anger has rusted the writing, i will erode into print. i thought about ending my life for the first time since i was a kid. i dove into darkness, i swam and i sank, i did things i’m not proud i did. but i guess i’ll keep holding on and promise that i’ll let you go. after the anger has burned through the forests no one will bask in the glow. every ember and moment to grieve. there are things i could say but you wouldn’t believe me. you were in nightmares i had—for a while it was every day. i’m not gonna lie, i still have them sometimes but mostly i’m sleeping okay. there are questions i’ll have to accept & pictures and texts that i kept. after the anger has sputtered in silence, sorrow is all there is left. even if it won’t go away, i'll carry it with me... colors and memories fade buried within me. lidocaine footsteps, i fall at the pew and desperately pray for a friday anew but it’s always you. but i'll try to treat this with grace. that’s something you taught me to do. i wished you’d do the same but i know there’s no blame. we all do the best we can do. time will take care of it all, time will heal all of our wounds. after it all will come peace. and i hope the peace will come soon.
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Moments Of Impact (Epilogue)

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Recorded in Oakland, LA, and New York in February-June and October 2020.

Produced and arranged by Charlie Wolf.

For the people we used to be and the people we never were.

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releases April 9, 2021

𝙏𝙃𝙀 𝙎𝙈𝘼𝙇𝙇 𝘾𝘼𝙇𝘼𝙈𝙄𝙏𝙄𝙀𝙎 𝙖𝙧𝙚:
𝗖𝗵𝗮𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗲 𝗪𝗼𝗹𝗳 - 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘥 𝘷𝘰𝘤𝘢𝘭𝘴, 𝘢𝘤𝘰𝘶𝘴𝘵𝘪𝘤 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘦𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘤 𝘨𝘶𝘪𝘵𝘢𝘳𝘴, 𝘮𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘭𝘪𝘯, 𝘧𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘮𝘦𝘭𝘭𝘰𝘵𝘳𝘰𝘯, 𝘴𝘺𝘯𝘵𝘩𝘴, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨
𝗖𝗵𝗿𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗮𝗻 𝗞𝗮𝗹𝗮𝗳𝘂𝘁 - 𝘣𝘢𝘴𝘴
𝗛𝗮𝘆𝗱𝗲𝗻 𝗣𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗿 - 𝘥𝘳𝘶𝘮𝘴
 & sometimes:
𝘽𝙤𝙗𝙗𝙮 𝙑𝙞𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧 - 𝘬𝘦𝘺𝘴, 𝘩𝘢𝘳𝘮𝘰𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘴, 𝘱𝘳𝘰𝘨𝘳𝘢𝘮𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨, 𝘴𝘵𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨/𝘩𝘰𝘳𝘯 𝘢𝘳𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘴

ADDITIONAL PERSONNEL:
harmonies: John Elliott & Gwen Weston
guitar tapping: Cesar Alas (#3 & #9) & Marcos Mena (#2)
additional piano: Phil Madeira (#16)

CHAMBER:
strings: Yoed Nir & Bruce Hoffman
brass: Ryan Svendsen, Jordan Katz & Joey Ackley
woodwinds: Ashley Jarmack

JAMBOREE:
pedal steel: Hamilton Belk
banjo: Jordan Katz

Engineered by: Edwin Gonzalez, Chris Hughes, Logan Heftel, Jess Fenton, Austin Malik, and Charlie Wolf.

Mixed by Vince Ratti in Philly except for:
 #1, #10 & #16-17 were mixed by Logan Heftel in LA and SF.
 #2 & #4 were mixed by Kyle Black in LA.
 #15 was mixed by Kyle Dreaden in Nashville.

Mastered by Alan Douches in New York & Jonathan Kirchner in San Francisco.

All songs written by Charlie Wolf (BMI) except:
 #3 written by Charlie Wolf (BMI), Christian Kalafut (ASCAP), and Logan Heftel (ASCAP).
 #12 written by Charlie Wolf (BMI) & Christian Kalafut (ASCAP).
 #14 written by Taylor Swift (BMI) & Jack Antonoff (BMI).

Gang vocal sections courtesy of: Logan Heftel, Dan Roseman, Reuben Bramanathan, Johnny Shalom, Jenny Mazzella, Liv Brazill, and X Hill.

Front cover photography by Pedro Correa.

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A whirlwind of punk rock angst, power pop hooks & Americana jangle, The Small Calamities blend a wry humor, Springsteenesque imagery, and naked earnestness to create what reviewers have called “imagery-laden anecdotes" & "poison-tipped confessionals". Smash Mouth follows them on twitter. ... more

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