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Circles

by Jake Winstrom

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    Pressed on 12" standard weight cactus green vinyl. Packaged in deluxe gatefold sleeve created by artist Jenny Scales. Comes with full-color lyric sheet. Manufactured by Gotta Groove Records in Cleveland.

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    FOR A LIMITED TIME: buy the vinyl edition of Circles and get 2018's Scared Away The Song LP for just $5 more! Both manufactured by renown pressing plant Gotta Groove Records in Cleveland. Pressed on high-quality 150-gram colored vinyl. Lyrics included.

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1.
come to texas she said we’ll sleep beneath a sky disguised as a ceiling i’m feeling like we could wake up the dead we’ll galvanize old galveston til it’s reeling it’s reeling dancing with a drawl grinding hip to hip margarita salt when you kiss my lips come to texas she said there’s something in my soul that says you belong here belong here there’s star wars sheets on the bed hey can you feel the force? i’m told that it’s strong here it’s strong here dancing with a drawl grinding hip to hip margarita salt when you kiss my lips i keep my wits cuz i’m not leaving new york city no i’m not leaving new york city no i’m not leaving new york city for nothin not for nothing come to texas she said where there is no before and there is no after just laughter come to texas she said where nobody’s imploring you to walk faster walk faster dancing with a drawl grinding hip to hip margarita salt when you kiss my lips i keep my wits cuz i’m not leaving new york city no i’m not leaving new york city no i’m not leaving new york city for nothin not for nothing
2.
television’s buzzin’ our bartender’s fussing with her bangs me and my second cousin are both watching the game it’s not that we’re such big fans and i’m not even sure i know who’s who it’s just a sunday evening it’s just something to do i don’t wanna think too hard all my dreams are outnumbered by the mosquitoes in our backyard opposing regimes deal in whispers and screams while we slumber i don’t wanna think too hard i don’t wanna think too hard television crackles the game gives way to mug shot potpourri their arms and legs in shackles names on the marquee my second cousin asks me “can you believe what’s happening over there? the emperor’s standing naked and no one seems to care” i don’t wanna think too hard all my dreams are outnumbered by the mosquitoes in our backyard opposing regimes deal in whispers and screams while nobody at all stands guard i don’t wanna think too hard i don’t wanna think too hard i don’t wanna think too hard
3.
pour myself another round drink 'til i can taste my hiding place line 'em up and knock 'em down drifting into space my hiding place hard to wrap my head around the lines upon my face my hiding place my dreams are running underground and i'm too tired to chase my hiding place everybody just talks but their words are made of chalk i will erase everybody just walks they walk away and i so i stay in my hiding place telenova turn it down close captioned upper case my hiding place roberto loves juanita now maria hides her face my hiding place the sun goes up the sun goes down not one drop goes to waste my hiding place a sorrow never really drowns it only gets misplaced my hiding place
4.
i've never been much of gambler i don't know why i bet against your love I’ve never had much of handle on what i want until i fuck it up now i'm playing the odds tell me honest to god until you call my number what's the over-under what's the over-under i lose you? until you call my number what's the over-under what's the over-under i lose you once and for all? i've never been much of a liar i don't know why i lied to you my dear you're holding my feet to the fire i'm holding on to what you want to hear i don't know what to say pull the lever and pray
5.
ding dong the phantom gong can you hear it ringing through your mind? you’re too old to be so bold with a girl who’s never been unkind take in on the chin yeah you said that to me think about it one, two, three take it on the chin before they take it for free eventually meet cute the malamute she can feel him breathing down her neck straitlaced and poker-faced but her heart is bouncing like a check take in on the chin yeah you said that to me think about it one, two, three take it on the chin before they take it for free eventually i walk in circles ‘round every hurdle i don’t know what to do i don’t know what to do backstage you tear a page out of someone’s book you’ve never read heartstrings refuse to sing not without the voices in your head
6.
Loose Change 03:29
a telepathic tumbleweed inside a bottle reminding me you're not my baby sometimes i think that happiness is hard to swallow sometimes i think i love you maybe don't tell me 'bout the way things used to be you're just a grain of salt in the sea don't tell me 'bout the way things used to be between you and me i remember sunlight streaming through your bedroom vibrating phones like roosters crowing and how your crazy dreaming left so little legroom and how i loved you never knowing don't tell me 'bout the way things used to be you're just a grain of salt in the sea don't tell me 'bout the way things used to be between you and me loose change, loose change just janglin' around just janglin' around in my hands loose change, loose change just janglin' around all the lives i've lived before put 'em all together it adds up to nothin' remember when your roommate caught us in the kitchen? i'm never living down that laughter was kind of hard to run and hide in our condition i never felt a heart beat faster
7.
you know you're such a mystery to me you're masquerading as somebody somebody else used to be and nothing but the truth will set you free lump in my throat i wanna know why you i wanna know why you don't love me anymore and now i walk these streets in reverie another blue jean benediction dripping from my memory turning a question into a decree lump in my throat i wanna know why you i wanna know why you don't love me anymore washed my face in a truck stop mirror thoughts misplaced but my conscience clear i can hear what my heart won't say score one more for the poltergeist haunting me the like the sacrifice now i know you were never going to make
8.
another saturday night and i stare into the crystal ball looking for another lonely soul who needs a place to fall if you wanna be my lover i can be your party doll look into my eyes is there someone there you recognize? subwoofer serenade me my off my feet breaking up my brain like hot concrete a sea of smiles but i'm sinking like a stone in the surf it's not worthwhile if it's not for her another saturday night and i stare into the crystal ball looking for another lonely soul who needs a place to fall if you wanna be my lover i can be your party doll look into my eyes is there someone there you recognize? "hello how are you?" she met my eye a flicker in the blue but no reply a sunburn blooms a tomato coming straight for my face i can't undo but i can erase another saturday night and i stare into the crystal ball like a drunkard scrawling out his number on a bathroom stall if you wanna be my lover i can be your party doll look into my eyes is there someone there you recognize? slumped behind the wheel the goddess spoke "you tried to make a meal of jack and coke. so take my hand. and baby take a good look around. the sun comes up on the hunting ground"
9.
Kilimanjaro 05:25
every time i see you i just turn into vapor i never did believe you though it looked good on paper now you complain that we were born too late and there’s nothing left to desecrate you know big mike’s still polishing the same greasy spoon delivering what folks like morning night afternoon he’s making outlines for his masterpiece on the back of wadded up receipts maybe tomorrow kilimanjaro john would sell his soul if he could just find a buyer he’s got a staple gun he’s got a fistful of flyers he wants to turn his whole world upside down he’s gonna start by wallpapering this town maybe tomorrow kilimanjaro another teenage bride is being led to the river the groom is by her side but he’s got nothing to give her except the secrets that her eyes betray if she can only make it through today maybe tomorrow kilimanjaro

credits

released September 25, 2020

Jake Winstrom - vocals and electric, acoustic & 12-string guitars
Jeff Bills - drums and percussion
Peggy Hambright - piano, keyboards and organ
Dave Nichols - bass
Greg Horne - electric, acoustic and pedal steel guitars
Jeff Caudil - harmony vocals
George Middlebrooks - electric guitars

and featuring:
Sarah E Smith - vocals on “Loose Change”, “The Crystal Ball”, and “Kilimanjaro”, piano & organ
Kevin Abernathy - electric guitars
John Baker - electric, acoustic and 12-string guitars, organ, mandolin & backing vocals
Andy Bryenton - cello
Guy Fiumarelli - electric guitars
Jason Thompson - saxophone
Scott Davis - trombone
Joe Jordan - trumpet
Dave Ball - pedal steel on "Come To Texas She Said"
Nick Morgan - guitar solo on “My Hiding Place”

produced by Jeff Bills
mixed by John Harvey and Jeff Bills
recorded by Scott Minor at Wild Chorus and by John Harvey & Mary Podio at Top Hat Recording
additional recording by Chris Gilroy at Douglass Recording, Jeff Bills at Palace Lanes Studio and John Baker at Arbor Studio
mastered by Paul Gold at Salt Mastering
artwork and sleeve design by Jenny Scales
songs by Jake Winstrom
published by Meaux Money Meaux Music (BMI) © 2020

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