A Small Universe

by Bill Michalski

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released April 1, 2011

All songs by Bill Michalski
Produced by Bill Michalski and Steve Hoover
Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Steve Hoover
at Steve Hoover Productions, Edwardsville, IL
September 2010–January 2011

All sounds made by Bill Michalski and Steve Hoover except where noted.
Generally, Bill played guitars, harmonica, various percussion, some synths, and sang.
Generally, Steve played bass guitar, keyboards, and
programmed the drums as Bill looked over his shoulder.

Promotional photos by Darren Snow

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Bill Michalski Saint Louis, Missouri

St. Louis, MO musician Bill Michalski combines an acoustic singer-songwriter style with the energy and color of new wave pop. Michalski's lyrics feature a sometimes nostalgic, often wry view on WHAT WE DO AROUND HERE in day-to-day life. Michalski has been recording and performing music since his high school days in 1993. WHAT WE DO AROUND HERE is his first release since 2011. ... more

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Track Name: Little Black Hole
In the small universe
of your apartment and your office
and the empty bed you once shared
You’re losing light
as it spirals inward
to a mass from which nothing can escape
And it appears invisible
to your office-mates
and the mailman
and the television
but not to me

She’s falling, falling,
falling hard
into her little black hole
And even hope and faith
cannot escape the gravity
of her little black hole

I worked so long
to recapture
my gravity and levity
through years of spinning on this earth
But when I talk you don’t listen
Just another white male
An authority, with quick fix
A prescription
So I fall back
helpless
trying to understand,
trying to comprehend
your theory of negativity
that’s pulling me in

I’m falling, falling,
falling hard
into her little black hole
And even hope and faith
cannot escape the gravity
of her little black hole

You open up your textbook,
You’ll believe anything you read
Except for what you need,
‘cause that’s what makes you bleed
In the small universe
of your apartment, front room,
and the empty couch you once shared
The compact glow
of the TV collapsing
any idea how you got there
She’s falling, failing,
falling hard
into her little black hole
And even hope and faith
cannot escape the gravity
of her little black hole
Track Name: Your Beautiful Apartment
We emptied all the bottles in your beautiful apartment
With the snow outside and the dying Christmas tree
We emptied all the bottles, we were feeling good and strong
And I was playing you songs on the guitar all night long
All night long, we were singing
All night long, and you said,

If I had a boat, I’d invite you on it
And we’d sail out on a frozen lake
Don’t know how far we’d go
Take it easy and slow
You could learn to live with me
I’d learn to live with you

Walking to the train from your beautiful apartment
Bundled up but a little embarrassed
Trying to read into your looks
Trying to read into your glances
Like paging through a book,
It’s all that you can do
When you’re not taking any chances

Looking out on your sparkling city
Gently swaying, softly rocking
Trying on a new life
Trying on a new start
So far away from home,
Could you help me play that part?
Track Name: Convenience Store
A warm hand on a cold bottle
from a fridge in a neon-lit store
Warm light on a dark road
I’ve been driving all night

The store smells
like coffee and Pinesol
They’ve got pills to keep you up all night
But I only have a few hours more
Roll down the window, doing fine

Girl behind the counter
Underneath the cigarettes
She’s pretty, kinda, she mostly looks lost
As she sips on a coffee
And pages through a magazine

Well it’s the same old story with me
But it’s the only one I’ve got so I’m gonna tell it
I’ve got her voice, but I lost her face,
Somewhere out on the road

Faraway, but I hear her music
It’s hard to sing the blues when you get a break
So if you’re blessed, you better take it
So i’ll drive it as far as it can go

Girl behind the counter
Underneath the cigarettes
She’s pretty, kinda, underneath the makeup
As she opens up the register
And never even looks in my face

Nights like these
Everything is open
My life lays before me so I can see it
East to West
Left to Right
Years go by in a night

All the stations on the left of the dial
Fade in and fade out of the static
Track Name: (Mistress of the) Floppy Bangs
I should have been born eight years before
Written on the wall or a dorm room door
Chiming through a stereo cassette
All my hopes, my fears, and regrets
And how much better it would get

When I was young and full of grace
I’d steal away to a sacred place
Of older sisters and faraway towns
Bad neighborhoods and brand new sounds
The first step onto holy ground

Morrissey and Michael
Passed down on a mix tape
Natalie and David played for you
The mistress of the floppy bangs

I always wanted to be like you
To have your friends, your shirt, your shoes
Make it up as you go along
In the basement, your own songs
There’s no question you belong

Is this heaven where we are?
Driving around in your mother’s car
Tell me about your cousins’ band
You’re the only one who can
Only we could understand

I should have been born eight years before
I wouldn’t be lonely anymore
See the bangs fall in your eyes
Feel that song begin to rise
RISE

Natalie and David played for you
Emily and Amy, Kate and Cindy sang for you
Robert, Kim, Andy, and Billy did it too
Paul, John & John, Black Francis
they all knew...
Track Name: Bedroom Window
It’s you and me and my conscience makes three
Wanna meet you in my bedroom window
I’m over my head, let’s just talk instead
Wanna meet you in my bedroom window

All day long I’m humming a song for you
Your face drifts away no matter how hard I try to make it stay

Who’s that laying next to me?
Wanna meet you in my bedroom window
Is it up to me to get your buttons free?
Better meet you in my bedroom window

You’re humming my song but your face is wrong, it’s true
But, baby, I’ve got imagination for you

Plump in the middle, rough around the edges
Wanna meet you in my bedroom window
Is this more to you than it is to me?
Won’t you meet me in my bedroom window?

It’s you and me and my conscience makes three
Wanna meet you in my bedroom window
It’s over my head, let’s just kiss instead
Won’t you meet me in my bedroom window

What do you see when you look at me
Tell me!
But you just lay there sleeping next to me

It’s you and me and my conscience makes three
one, two, three
Track Name: Easy Chairs
Girl, someday, you’re gonna be fat
Yeah, you’re gonna be fat
Can you believe I said that
You can tell by your arms
A little flabby and slack
Yeah, you’re getting old
There’s no turning back
And it’s a given
you’ll end up looking like your mom
A terrible trick to find
that your youth is gone

But who’s gonna love you then?
Could it be me?
Who’s gonna love you then?
and let it all be
Who’s gonna love you then?
Could it be me?
In our easy chairs,
could we be company?

Some guys like a girl
who’s curvy and tall
Some guys like a girl
with no chest at all
And the girls don’t mind
our growing gut
Which grows a little bigger
every time we hit this rut
And it’s a given
you’ll end up six feet underneath the ground
A terrible trick to look around
and find a friend gone

Here’s where it all starts
On wooden chairs
Reading magazines
in the TV glare
Waitin’ for the word
to come on in
Hey little champ,
now your game begins

Girl someday, you’re gonna be fat
Yeah you’re gonna be fat
Can you believe I said that
You can tell by your arms
A little flabby and slack
Yeah you’re getting old
There’s no turning back
And it’s a given
you’ll end up looking like your mom
A terrible trick to find
that your youth is
going going going going going
gone