Big Egg

by Chicken Oak

supported by
/
  • Streaming + Download

    Includes high-quality download in MP3, FLAC and more. Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app.

      name your price

     

1.
2.
3.
4.
5.
6.
02:16
7.
8.
9.
10.
11.
03:33
12.

about

Chicken Oak is Matt Horowitz and Evan Delano. We wrote and recorded this album over 3 weeks in January 2015, so please enjoy the products of our frenzied labor!

credits

released January 29, 2015

Matt Horowitz - vocals, guitar, bass, ukulele, pocket synth, toy drum
Evan Delano - vocals, melodica, shaka-shaka egg, vocal percussion
Anne Buckwalter - backing vocals (tracks 3, 9) mandolin (track 11)

tags

license

all rights reserved

about

Matt H Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

contact / help

Contact Matt H

Streaming and
Download help

Redeem code

Track Name: Chicken Oak Theme
one band: one mission
to be as artistically sloppy as ___
ambassadors of the Chicken Nation
footpeople of a New World Anarchy
I am not a musician
I am not a human being
I am a Chicken
and that's about all you need to know about me
and I am so, so, so, so tired
from my journey through Time
set loose to deliver
songs divine

I bring great wisdom
with me from the bowels of Eternity
my planet is many lightyears from here,
and if you believe, then you can come with me
I have a lesson about Sadness:
Sadness is okay
you can even rock out when you are Sad
I will show you the way
and I am so, so, so, so tired
from my journey through Time
set loose to deliver
songs divine

my wings are feathered
and my branches bathed in golden light
I am new to this planet but not unfamiliar
with days too long and pants too tight
do you know about desert rain frogs?
we come from the same place
descended from the sky together
sent to find a change of pace
and I am so, so, so, so nervous
to be standing here in front of you
everything is beautiful
and it's all brand new
Track Name: Christmas Forever
10 am, late December
this one is a never-ender
a love so swollen, sweet and tender
too strung-out to just surrender
have some coffee, take a sip
feel it trickle down your lips
wonder if you should just quit,
it's nice and hot and adequate

Nowhere to be, nowhere to go
hike up the turnpike alone
don't get too emotional,
someone says into her phone
so you're heartbroken-not-sad
I've heard crazier than that
spill some coffee, pick it up
coffee doesn't need a cup
let it out and open up

~

2 am, February
and you feel imaginary
a love so swollen, still and scary
there are some things you can't bury
sing it once don't-make-me-cry
sing it twice and it's a lie
before you know two months go by
brew some coffee, go outside

Stick your head out the back door
don't see what you're looking for
feel you've been here once before
stick your thumb out to be sure
so you're heartbroken-not-sad
you thought time would heal all that
spill some coffee, don't blow up
coffee doesn't need a cup
let it out and open up
Track Name: Gay Witches (Alt. Version)
there’s no magic in these hands of mine
no mysticism in my spine
and once i tried to build a shrine
but the cat knocked it over
and i gave up

i want to be a magic girl
i want my fingers to unfurl
the secrets from your messy curls
but i can’t get off facebook
for long enough

taurus rising moon in pisces
water winter fire ice please
show me how you do that thing
the plant you burn the bell you ring
gay witches i’m just sitting here
not witch enough to disappear

gay witches, you remember me
the eye-roll and the tumbleweed
the princess who can’t feel the pea
and doesn’t really pick up
on subtle stuff

gay witches, i’m in awe of you
your cats are black, your hair is blue
the moonlight tells you all its truths
the sad world around you
is filling up

i’m not a witch i am a ghost
my sadness stretches coast to coast
i’m glad to see my body go
the gay world around me
is not enough
Track Name: Japanese Giant Spider Crab
Wanna hear a fact about the ocean,
or do you like to be the only one who knows facts? Well,
did you know that if you go
deep enough, the waves reduce to nothingness? So

are you planning to tell me where you're going,
or are you planning to make me guess? You know
you could be a gift from God
if God gave gas station gift certificates

I love my broken old cassette tapes
They always know what's on my mind
I'm asking you to stay with me
Hold me close like a porcupine

Well I used to want to leave, too, but
my body wasn't made to breathe fresh air, you know
sometimes you learn where you belong
and I am gonna choose to stay there

'cause the water isn't so bad
down here in the dark where I like to crawl.
Send me a postcard from Portland, and
I resolve to read it all

I love the trash over my carpet
It gives me a great place to hide
I'm asking you to stay with me
Portland's great but Cleveland's fine
Track Name: Letter to Spain
the thing about being lost is
it’s not a fun adventure if you’re all alone
you start to panic and freak out
and feel the coming winter in your bones

the thing about getting lost is
you can do it even if you’re paying attention
roads can twist and sidewalks change
regardless of your good intentions

the thing about feeling lost is
you can do it even if you don’t move at all
go to sleep feeling fine and wake up feeling
like the ground beneath you’s about to fall

the thing about you and me is
you are practically married to a cute boy in maine
and i’m trying not to be in love with you
and it feels like rolling out the window of a moving plane

chorus (both):
i’m trying to find the sky above me
but i’m disoriented and i’m confused
and the rabbit hole of my sense of self
is deep and zero-gravity and bruised

the thing about losing yourself is
you only have one body to get lost in
and all winter you’ll be stuck inside that body
trying to find the windows, trying not to let the frost in

the thing about getting mail from you is
you make the envelopes yourself out of all kinds of things
and i keep the letters in the drawer of my desk
and sometimes i take them out just to feel the sting

the thing about losing track of someone you love is
they’re still out in the world somewhere
going to work and drinking tea and sleeping
and how can anyone expect you not to care

and the thing about you and me is
you moved away and i’m still living in this town
and i feel lost and scattered all the time
waiting for the day you come back around

i’m trying to find the sky above me
but i’m disoriented and i’m confused
and the rabbit hole of my sense of self
is deep and zero-gravity and bruised

the thing about being lost is
it’s not a fun adventure if you’re all alone
and the woods between my house and yours
are dark and full of wolves and overgrown
Track Name: Turpentine
you left your slippers
in my house after staying
for six weeks and a few days
and i can’t let you go
back to greece without your slippers
so i call a cab and get on my way

to the airport
where you are waiting
to fly back to your old life
your big brown dog
and your artist friends
and your condo and your wife

and i see you there
trying to board the airplane
with your oil paints and turpentine
and my great feeling
for everything about you
is singular and serpentine

and i hand you the slippers
i don’t know what i expected
you take them and you smile at me
and you will not turn around
and you will never come back
and you will always have warm feet
Track Name: Madison to Cincinnati
it was cold outside for summer
we inhaled deep gasps of wind
we rode on cherry-red motorcycles
waiting for our love to begin
we got real good at wanting
we learned how to be carefree
we were great friends and teachers
from Madison to Cincinnati

we listened to every sound that the
world made around our heads
we had a God-given mission
we swore ourselves to it, and we read
novels, poems, pamphlets, road maps
it was all the same to me
maybe you felt some other way
from Madison to Cincinnati

when I look in the tiny window
of my post office box
and the postcard that you said you'd write me's not there,
I feel lost
all over again

you taught me how to find due north
you taught me how to sing off-key
you taught me how to light a fire, and we did
from Madison to Cincinnati
we swore we'd always feel this way
we didn't know how hard that'd be
we didn't know a lot of things
from Madison to Cincinnati
Track Name: Independence Day
hold my hand on the fourth of july
kiss my forehead, don’t tell me why
august, lakeside, water at our feet
smiled at you but you didn’t see me
i waited still, i waited sad,
i told my friends i had it bad
you drove away, the interstate,
apologize but it’s too late
held my breath for six years and two days
i’d tell you why but i know what you’d say
so i write it like a eulogy in sand at the lakeside
i’d dig the thing a grave but my hands are tied
and i’m fucked up, i’m made of trash,
and i will never rise from ash
there is no good, there is no light,
and i can’t tell wrong from right
i was only thirteen when i met you
maybe someday i’ll blink and i’ll forget you
i won’t look for signals from you in the sky
and only remember on the fourth of july
Track Name: Bagel, Don't Eat That
For this tiny house we're in,
you are like a gust of wind
Blowing on through,
nothing to do but
blast me around from room to tiny room

For this quiet little home,
you are like a metronome
clacking all day
picking up pace,
and it makes me feel a few degrees north of insane

I love you but I know that if you hate me,
you probably hate me greatly

So the snow begins to fall
I won't leave this house at all
sit in my room
nothing to do but
read the old letters that I wrote (wro-ooh-ote) to you

Stray cats line up the fence
they look like you, if that makes sense
howling all night
all out of spite
as I lie awake staring at the moon (moo-ooh-ooh-ooh-oon) light

I love you but I know that if you hate me,
you probably hate me greatly
and it kills me
Track Name: Same Same Same
tonight the moon is a scab
i’m gonna pick it off of the sky
tonight my fingers are shaking
and there is no reason why

tonight my veins are a map
i wanna show you where you have been
but you are three states away
with a fiddle under your chin

and it’s the same same loneliness
and it’s the same same fear
and it’s the same lump in my throat
and it’s the same as having you here

tonight i’ll drive to kentucky
and i’ll stay on the slippery road
till the winter is over
or the bomb in my ribcage explodes

do you remember the space
that you left in the bed by my side
tonight the moon is a scab
and when you said you were with me, you lied

i remember when you kissed me on the shoulder
in the middle of the night
and i woke from a dream that you kissed me on the shoulder
and the house filled up with light

and it’s the same same loneliness
and it’s the same same fear
and it’s the same cold window pane
and it’s the same as having you here
Track Name: Saint Clair
you know, sometimes the symmetry really strikes me
maybe I wanna let your fire ignite me,
but fire
can be
bad for you

went a lot of places, never for long
ten hours on the road, ninety-second songs
but you don't
always want
what's good for you

'cause sometimes you're running away
sometimes you're running toward something sweet
my great shadow laid out before me
ready to tear free from my feet

sometimes I look at old photos of you and me
lake michigan by the poplar trees,
but water
can be
bad for you

I feel the flies crush on my face
it makes my body feel I'm going to that place
but you don't
always want
what's good for you

The air was alive with cold when I saw you there
where I waited for you, on the corner of saint clair
the black sky waited as the cold wind blew
I won't do what you taught me, I don't know what else to do
I drove down to the river
I screamed out loud
and the warm summer feeling that you give me
is sacred and sweet, but it's not too proud
a low hum clings on to the air
I'm going somewhere

sometimes you're running away
sometimes you're running toward something sweet
my great shadow laid out before me
ready to tear free from my feet
a low hum clings on to the air
I'm going somewhere
Track Name: Country Skateland
the january wind makes me miss you
and driving at the sunset in the fastest car around
when the wind was warm and full of humming beetles
and everything was blue and pink and shuddering with sound

we went roller skating weekends in july
the rink was full of little kids and preteens and their moms
we asked the deejay to play one direction
and the fields outside were rolling and the days outside were long

from apple jack farm to the bike path to the lake
my breath is white above me and i can not feel my hands
come meet me in the summer i’ll be waiting
with glitter on my face at country skateland

in august we went swimming in lake erie
the water kind of smelly kind of cloudy kind of gray
you had to move back to minnesota
but we felt like something good would maybe someday come our way

remember when you sat with me at midnight
mosquitoes floated in and out the window to my room
we talked about this town and all the ghosts here
the window let the light in underneath the summer moon