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some friends had a karaoke booth at their wedding and uh this happened... NEW ALBUM OUT NOW SPOTIFY: https://spoti.fi/2NRgI3C APPLE: https://apple.co/2Ny9KSg --- Director of Photography: Pedro Correa Gaffer/Grip: Soheil Mosharraf Director/Edit/Producer: Charlie Wolf The Small Calamities: Charlie Wolf, Christian Kalafut, Jim Posen, Hayden Parker, Reuben Bramanathan Shot At: Fonco Studios === Song Credits === performed by the small calamities written, produced, edited, and arranged by charlie wolf THE SMALL CALAMITIES: charlie wolf - vocals, acoustic/electric guitar, a little synth, drum programming hayden parker - acoustic drums jim posen - bass ADDITIONAL STUDIO PERSONNEL: bobby victor - heaps o' synth gwen weston - harmonies steve deutsch - additional bass recorded mostly at lolalabs. tracking engineered by charlie wolf. mixed by kyle dreaden in nashville. mastered by dave downham at gradwell house in jersey. === Lyrics === this is the place where it all went down: the southern side of a northern town, and you warned me. there was the place where you took my hand, when you wanted things i can't understand, and i told you what i had to. here we stand on our own—hiding in the crowd. bathed in light, electrified, in and out of view. if we could count the days, the floodgates and the radio, remembering your face… i would throw it all away. it's summer in chicago, and everything is still the same. 3am waiting for a sign like a downtown drill—get you off my mind—but you're sleeping. watching ghosts on a burning bridge til it's sunday church for this friday kid and i'm sleeping. you're not sleeping. there were no photographs, just embers in the ring… lingered eyes, forgotten time, and somewhere you were singing on the train back home. the same way that you said your piece, i was deaf & dumb, you were out of reach, and i will remember the last time.