Here Cinema

by Chase Weinacht

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All songs by Marmalakes

All songs performed by Chase Weinacht (guitar / vocal)

accompanied by Josh Halpern (vocal) on Things Are Heard Here, Cemetery Song, Thoroughfare and Ghost of Jeff; Evan Kaspar on A Potluck Rose Choir Learns “Thoroughfare” (composition), Thoroughfare (vocal), Colour of Defeat (noise) and Morning (piano); Bess Garison, Claire Puckett, Cole Wilson, Ethan Hawke, Jen Rachid, Jessica Painter, Jono Foley, Korey Conley, Lizzie Buckley, Morgan Tamez, Nathan Wilkins, Ryan Miller, Sam Houdek, Talib Abdullahi, Topher French, Trevor Smith, and Will Kauber on A Potluck Rose Choir Learns “Thoroughfare” and Thoroughfare

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Engineered, Mixed and Mastered by Evan Kaspar

Shore Park, Terrible Silence, New Quiet, The Adventures of Jubilant John in Giggle City, (A Scene Through) Cellophane, Decorum, Grin Will (For My Initial Kin), Magnolia, Magnolia, Mountain Melt, Turquoise Balloons, and Auctioneer
were recorded at Holy Mountain Studio.

Heave, Vittoria, In A Sway, Dolores, Colour of Defeat, and Morning
were recorded at the First Presbyterian Church.

Things Are Heard Here, Cemetery Song, Septimus Warren Smith, and Ghost of Jeff
were recorded at Bethany Cemetery.

A Potluck Rose Choir Learns “Thoroughfare,” Thoroughfare and False Parade
were recorded at the Rose House.

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Here Cinema art by Michael Baldon
Moon Country art by Betsy Cooper

Layout by Mikey Elizondo

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released 16 April 2011

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Track Name: Shore Park
I do not want to be fluttery and filled
By the crescendo that built standing in the peopled field
Of Shore Park,

Our ledge-sitting sessions were separated, by
The way that we were facing as we switched the second time
There’s no way I can match Woody, but maybe I’ll get a line
From the hot dog po-boy passing back and forth of saucy bites

Cave, I will not
Cave, I cannot

Ambition is contagious; I stand and feel the jest
Her will is an agent; to my work it lends itself
Every grin escaping from my face I try to squelch
I cannot bear hibernation; I am caving on myself
Caving on myself, at Shore Park

I told myself it’d be a solitary year
During which I would adhere to the rules of empty arms
And ink-ruled time, I’m in line

In a pauseless conversation with no need to look for next
Syllables are ageless; it’s as if we’re reading text
From a typewritten handout: “How to Charm the Other Sex”
I ripped it up, but there still was an exclamated jest

Cave, I will not
Cave, I cannot

At Shore Park
Shore Park
Shore Park
Surely not
Track Name: Terrible Silence, New Quiet
It’s a terrible silence that only can cease
With worse-making words that don’t mean to be
Marking myself absent, though I was there
I paced down Max’s alley, tallying wear
On the sea-crossing trapeze, the two-year-in tear

From the terrible silence, came a new quiet
From the terrible silence, came a new quiet

Asking for more
Waiting for more
And then demanding substantial space in my head
I’m overrun and you know with what

Oh my
Selfish as it may be
I can’t move you over what moves me
I’m overrun
And there’s not enough
Space set aside
For fitting replies
Or a compromise

Selfish as it may be
It’s a silence that solely can cease
The new quiet has remade me

I’m overrun
I’m overrun
I’m overrun
Track Name: Heave
The handles on anvils don’t do anything
The weight can’t be handled even with a dream
If he is pinned underneath
Where he can’t speak

No one, no one can, save him
No one, no one can, make him
Heave

The chains on anchors don’t do anything
the weight can’t be handled by even the sea
If he is drowning underneath
Where he can’t breath

No one, no one can, save him
No one, no one can, make him
Heave

If he doesn’t wanna, he is gonna stay there
Nothing’s gonna even budge
Muted by the mass of constant indecision
It will keep piling up, if he won’t
Heave

No one, no one can, make him
Track Name: The Adventures of Jubilant John in Giggle City
Spectacled his fair white face, thick glasses in black Beatnik frames
Straight-haired and honest-eyed, skinny as a saltine side
The fellow’s got a swell set of ears

He listens like a journal, but he won’t make your carpals cramp
As I sit spouting ‘bout how there’s no way to get a handle on

Jubilant John (Jubilant John)
Jubilant John (Jubilant John)

Just one of just a few I know who will go to Giggle City
And even show you around

Well now he’s oceans away on a working holiday in Australia
Packing boxes, spinning spokes, acquainting with the Aussie folks
They call him ‘Aden’ there

And though his moniker is his middle name
Parted by the sea, he is still the same

Jubilant John (Jubilant John)
Jubilant John (Jubilant John)
Jubilant John (Jubilant John)
Jubilant John (Jubilant John)

He's one of just a few I know who will go to Giggle City
And even show you around
‘Cause we’ve all been to Giggle City
It is a hell of a town
Track Name: (A Scene Through) Cellophane
The night’s a scene through cellophane
the sockets speak in squinted strain
creases are increasing, trenches tiny and thin

Infantrymen, absurdly small
crouch in the ditches, as they call
“If we fall out, no doubt, there’ll be some crying”

Holding, holding in
Today I, once again
I hope to, in a few days maybe
I will maybe, understand

Then came up climbing, hanging hard
To any pretend facial marks
From apple hill to chin ridge from below

Dropping swift by parachute
are the rescuers, are the real beauts
who gracefully saddle and tame a strand or two

And whip around by their own means
to land on lobes or on brow beams
to skirt the surface of the cheeks and know

That they’ll have to radio even more
Troops to put at every pore
If that’s not done, it’s still gonna come on through

Holding, holding in
Today I, once again
I hope to, in a few days maybe
I will maybe, understand
Track Name: Decorum
Roof-shake symbols will act as kindling
To self-made, better-shared functions of arms
Armies of angles are lying horizontal on
Pillars of the phrase’s aim

The phase of taste is so brief, yet deeply based
In the past, former havings of the flavor

Red light rings bring in recently laid eggs
Ovals of hours, free in haste
Chiming slanted, chanting pace
In the tower climb

As I attempt to tame the spill I’ve made
A new arrangement finds its form
A redoing of decorum
I will rent a suit, if I need to

But I won’t wear it for you
I won’t put it on for you
Even if you ask, me to

Red light rings bring in recently laid eyes
How will they hatch or
Will they first crack
And you will cry

As I attempt to name the mess I’ve made
A new arrangement finds its form
A redoing of decorum
I’ll come as I am, sans you
Track Name: Vittoria
We were introduced in Riccardo’s apartment
You drew back curtains and framed full ashtrays
As he pleaded, you only fiddled
Heels on tile, a window reply, the silence of riddles

In blackface and jewelry at your neighbor’s upstairs
To hand beats of Kenya, you moved impaired
Shaken we were by your monkey moves
Drunk on distasteful, racist takes, on tribal grooves

Vittoria, Vittoria, Vittoria

Amused by poodle tip-paw prancing
Followed by flagless flag poles dancing
Parallels clanking drew you close
And you drew us, to of the racket, make the most

With Piero in the park, you came upon piano
Then you remarked: It must be some old timer
And as you passed the jukebox you placed
An open palm upon the entertainer’s face

Vittoria, Vittoria, Vittoria

She stranded us amongst half-finished buildings
With matchsticks and wood splints separately floating
In water that drained like an ice-melt cooler
The objects stayed, inanimate, and we finally knew her

The Fine faded for the credits
Come back to conduct us, you never did
We still had our instruments, but no music
And what good are they, without your skin

Without your skin, without your skin
Without your skin, without your skin

Vittoria, Vittoria, Vittoria
Track Name: In A Sway
He sings pastime, childhood renditions of what was
A simple recollection, just because
From the back of the brain, some things don't fade
Circle of smiles, young and old blood ties, in a sway

Hospital rooms can sometimes be quite comfy
With the right amount of light and company
Bed sheets always clean and crisp for sound sleep
Without sound, lullabied by the slow beep

And though conversations may be gone with the day
He's so glad you came, he's so glad you stayed

There are red and black round pieces near the bedside
Stacked in twos, crowned royalty, ‘neath the lamplight
Keeping in check, the young ones, though wrinkly and gray
Hands move so lightly forward and back in a sway

In the oldest eyes, as the time comes nearer
His brain shifts hard and shakes out a tear
But he soon forgets and it all comes clear
There'll be another day tomorrow to remind him why he's here

And though conversations may be gone with the day
He's so glad you came, he's so glad you stayed
Track Name: Things Are Heard Here
Things are heard here, that’s why we so often come
Concrete is near slipping off to clear dripping drum
The ground’s the best seat, the house is never too full
If you’ve got rounds to keep, they’re forgotten for a pastime pull

It’s a faithful lounge, filled with a crowd of bent ears
The sad singer sulks, it’s the banter that keeps folks near
And I’m sorry my friend, but I’m not buying all you say
For things are heard here, chin up or down in this place

In a minor key, a reminding mood, bleeds through
Solo and solemn, melancholy stands true
Things are heard here, people listen, that’s what they do

Iced caffeine and a blank page is my therapy
Occasional strings and a mouth organ set to a key
I’m alone in my state, but I’m always awake
Things are not heard when what’s closest is kept away

In a minor key, a reminding mood, bleeds through
So low and solemn, melancholy stands true
Things are heard here, people listen, that’s what they do
Things are heard here, I hope you can hear them too
Track Name: Cemetery Song
Just down the road from my childhood home
In a small field lie some gravestones
Unvisited by the likes of me, kinship from before
Realizing there might not be much time left anymore

Old age never fails to creep, whether welcome or not
And passing days make their keep without alarm clocks
Ink fades, paper turns and curls at the ends
Books left on the shelf for years, tell tears to come again

Oh, oh don’t say it’s so
Oh, oh it’s not time yet to go
And please don’t
Please don’t

Ears fail first and vision begins to blur
What can’t be replaced will finally be fixed in turn
Fixation on fate falls down in the end
But the doubt that can replace it preaches “just do what you can”

Oh, oh don’t say it’s so
Oh, oh it’s not time yet to go
And please don’t
Please don’t
Please don’t
Please don’t