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by Caleb Kuhlmann

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1.
Don't they call it a tragedy when everybody dies I built a country I was a king I made this music I had a dream I didn't know From the start I was a failure It all fell apart I found my place Lived in a hole Black walls Black soul I don't know If I will make it out alive I don't know If I will be here through the night I've been here Three years I'm breaking out Of these fears Devil called me By my first name I played him like a piano I ran away Mark it on your calendar This is a national Tragedy I was the king of a country Now I'm just a casualty In a war fought hard for peace I made a violent advance you see I was the king of this country Now I'm just a casualty Bring me down to my place Take this mask off my face Take this crown off my head I'm just another man found dead
2.
This is Aidan comin' in on the beat First verse, the worst But for me it's sweet feat. All heat is flowin', bakin' the words In the spur of the moment I'm showing those who wanna see The only me I can be Individuality, originality The brutality of it: no one can show How to not be a normality Cause in reality you gotta see We're all the same They say we're all unique but we're all Playin' the same game So how do I show the world that I'm different? Separate from the pack Shipped off in a box of my own ignorance, it's rigorous That's a fact, yes it truly is To show your differences You gotta do something big You don't know what creativity Means to me It's free for me to grow a tree In the middle of an ocean Where soil and sad flee I'm makin' somethin' out of nothin' Say whatever comes to mind And I'm tryin' to get my thoughts down Before I run out of time Balloons behind a big white steeple I'll be looking up holding onto a dream I been working hard with some darn good people Find ourselves on the bright light side of the screen Doubts are giving me a run for my money I lay down the bass hope it runs for my money I am having so much fun that it ain't even funny Heaven forbid you get inside my mind and see All the deep dark places with their black tar faces Saying Caleb you're chasin a future you'll never see Screwtape called the dude on my shoulder Told him I'm a fool but screw screwtape I'm a frickin soldier Shouts to my parents shouts to theirs Shouts to my friends that seem to come in pairs Throughout the years i labeled me an idiot But don't blink now it's just part of the experiment We don't know where we'll be in 10 years That don't mean we'll ever be a slave to our fears Let's give em reason to stop and stare Call it what you want this is our fanfare fanfare
3.
This the chorus listen to it loud Don't try to understand what it's bout I try to make my pop songs poppin I feel like I'm a failure if y'all aint hoppin Comin in like a joker I'm a clown Rachel knows it Got maverick in my blood But now I'm flexin and I'm broken I'm not tryna say I'm any better than you But I'm feelin better than you Man I guess I'm back to joker I just dabbed by myself I'm the studio You making fun but you Dab in the studio I ain't making money I'm just making family Hop up on the train Get ready for the jester jammin ANALOG feeling fat Tail on my dog where is that Get Chillin with my dogs like stat Let me throw a party where we all get fat What do I mean When I say that I'm a joker We all show off a screen Keeps saying that we perfect The difference between The hero and the villain One stops fighting The other stays winning Let me paint a picture for your eyes I wear a toucan instead of ice Feeling so fly I'm rockin a bow tie Just kidding man Lonliness is sight for sore eyes I'd rather be making music than chillin with the boys Walk into guitar center pick me up some new toys Sometimes I feel like I should get outta this place But most humans are toxic we call that a waste The blonde ones are a little bit better Especially when all they do is make you feel better BEST friend girlfriend used to be different Still remember them I'm just a little different I'm brewing smarter bars with my friends Call it Budweiser Can't hear my voice in the speakers Just a little higher Please make me out to be a genius lyricist I don't RAP that's a wrap wish you weren't all narcissistic empiricists
4.
Torches and trumpets I make this raucous He gave me these gifts And he is not done with I make this music Something is brewin Hitting your ears Leaving you clueless Hit you with that rock and roll This my heart and soul I make the weird stuff No I don't do what I'm told I'll be on it til I'm dead Grab a couple a friends Light up the torch Hold it high above my head March on Til the break of dawn Enemies at my feet I'm feeling 300 strong Call me Gideon Ill be repping my city On a hill Come at me I'm the original idiot Demons and devils Can't hit the tempo Demons and devils Light em up They fighting with their fire arms Planes trains and cars I just got some instruments And some mediocre bars Play that trumpet sound Say something kinda profound Look up to God And shoot the devil down Come on Bring Goliath on Hit record And put that armor on Just because I ain't a strong man Doesn't mean I ain't a strong man Find me in the battlefield Aw yeah
5.
5ifty 03:53
This is my hype song No lights on Just bump this No brakes on Good friends Yeah I lost some But in the end I'm not alone When the beat stops We slow down But we in this We so on Just sing A bunch more pop songs When they hate on I make more Celebrate my family singing so loud Celebrate even when there ain't a crowd Celebrate I'm bout to make it through the last day Celebrate no stopping I'll never ever no never Pop to it Rap to it I'm just a White Kuhlmann Not gonna stop Until you go on Band camp and you Listen to it Really fam Really bud I don't care if I sound funny most have said It's hard to stomach But mama sings it Lauren loves it I don't wanna talk about it anymore I'm just going fifty fifty fifty more I don't wanna talk about it anymore I'm just going fifty fifty fifty more Hold up I just finished fifty I been staying really busy Writing all these crazy stories Imma do it til it kills me I got some real friends And a faithful fam And my man in the sky thinks it jam
6.
I'm just chillin here prayin Praying for my future wife Praying for my future life I'm just chillin here Praying That me and My friends don't fall off track They obsessing with the game They all wanna get that fame And I confess I am the same Father please save us Get at me I'm going harder than yard work I made some money This is hard work I teach some kids about guitar That's some real work They don't even know who I am I am just helpin em jam Most of em strugglin hard A couple will really go hard Man I'm strugglin hard I'm going hard Help me Lord I'm keeping a beat But ground my feet I'm feeling a couple more tracks And I'll be there Lord put me in my seat Please Give me a couple of good folks Teach em a couple of good jokes Tell em to chain me to my bed Hold my head
7.
She's the sum of the people I made up in my head Crazy and funny and who cares what they said Beautiful wonderful I think we can both agree That she is made from something else And she makes this life that I'm living precious Makes this path I'm walking less treacherous I didn't know that she would be someone I knew I could just talk to and love She's the end of the storm that was living in my head Peaceful yet victorious and as I lay in my bed Her beautiful wonderful face stares through my dreams Yeah she is made from something else
8.
My, My. 04:03
You sound like a chain smokers song Make me wanna dance when I can't even move Why do you feel so far away Come to me and my my we're free Your mama is a teacher I feel like a preacher Speak the word and follow God Til I'm with you I can't make another promise But this kinda feels prom dance Come on over let me show you What I know you feel like the forest you smell like gold you look like flawless I bet you taste like whoa Wish you were right up the street You're kinda right up the street Let me drive up the street Just to see you When I see your face My hearts beats at a stranger pace Come on over let me show you What it knows From the valley down low To the mountain up high We can travel the world We won't sleep a night
9.
Piano 04:08
I'll sit down at the piano Wondering if you wanna be my friend I'll sit down at the piano Wondering will you be here til the end Never thought of love like this Quiet can bring so much bliss Who are you to do me like this Came outta nowhere let's just sit And slowly breathe Oh me oh my let's see I been waiting for a friend to be there for me Some things are real let's just see I don't want no date No big downtown place Curl up on the couch I'll just shut my mouth Listen to the fireplace play I see that you were crying I'll let that sit I will not be prying I'll let that sit I'll wipe away your tears you got nothing to fear Heck let's watch some stand up on Netflix
10.
White Dress 04:13
She in a white dress We ain't getting married But I like this Lawdy what a party Lookin my best Tailcoat on my body Yeah look that is my hottie Live band hit the dance floor Dang what a party We walk in the ball room lookin fly I see her across the room my my Greek gods ain't got nothing on this girl That's my angel with the moves outta this world Get it girl she don't want your basic She is on that crazy She's living life and She is not gonna waste it She gives your trashy prom date A run for her money And one day She gin make a great mommy I just finished eating all this chocolate pie I am not really feeling the electric slide But wait I hear our song coming on She says "boy get off your feet get your freaky on" Get it girl she don't want your basic She is on that crazy She's living life She is not gonna waste it She gives your trashy prom date A run for a money And one day She gon make a great mommy So the bands taking a break right? And I'm just spacing out, checking out some of the gear they've got. The guitarist notices me and he comes over. I snap out of it and I shake his hand. He shows me his guitar, some custom fender tele... he asks me if I play. I say yeah yeah I love music, I'm actually going to college for production looking to start a label. He says you know wow that's pretty great. He takes a moment and he looks over at her... he says she's a pretty one, and she sure does love to dance. Then he just starts to walk away and he says to me, good luck. I just wanted to stop him and say WITH what the girl or the career... I imagine he might've said something like don't pretend you get to separate them, that's just fear.
11.
Wake up stare at the sun TIL it blinds you Run through those woods til they're behind you Trust me just and I'll find you And if I didn't what would I do? Never ever stop dreaming Look into your mind It's teeming With things I couldn't imagine And wouldn't it be tragic If it died? It's 2 am I'm in my bed I'm wide awake Where is my head I found a noose It's on my neck The creaking stairs I can't look back But there you are The big wide eyes You're in my heart You're in my mind And you say
12.
Ok Walter is a boy Pablo was a saint Kanye is a god And I am just a tainted soul inside What are we if we don't care for each other What are we if we don't love a kid without a mother What are we if we just wanna stay inside While people in the street crying why oh why I don't really know his story I don't really know his life But I could see it in his laugh I could see it in his eyes He hadn't felt a love like this His whole life I think we'd all understand If they'd all rather die Cause they live In tin cans Father God Stretch my hands Let me please my neighbors For their good Kanye got it wrong And Pablo's misunderstood He singing bout How Jesus really love him How does he know it Cause he got a roof above him While I'm sitting in my living room 60 inch color Wishing my wifi Would stop going under Father put me back In that room Kids laughing But what if it's their tomb There's so many What if they never leave They'll live here their whole life I'm watching Kanye on the screen They live In tin cans Father God Stretch my hands Let me please my neighbors For their good Kanye got it wrong And Pablo's misunderstood Mr west I see you there Mr Yeezus Shouldn't you be up there Lighting up the world On that ultralight beam Saving all the orphans Where's the God dream? Ok Walters gonna be like Pablo, what a saint Kanye ain't a god We're all just tainted souls inside
13.
Wall 03:52
Pictures on the wall of me and you That painting over on the other side All the pretty colors really make me want to cry Years go by Tears go dry I say bye I'm sorry that I lied I'm sorry that you cry When you hear my voice I'm sorry that I'm fine When I make my choice I never wanted anything but love I never wanted to be giving up All you ever said was don't give up All I ever showed was that I was all done Mountain top Long long drop What a spot To end it all You were there You weren't scared Come on and pull me back Please don't stop I never wanted anything To go wrong sorry I made myself seem So strong Pushing toward the outside So long Falling down the mountain side I'm gone
14.
I am in prison My minds the cell And will I be escaping Only time will tell Show me why I'm here Tell me what I was made for Hit me where it hurts Tell me what to escape for Here we go Into the light now Out of the dark And the spotlights bright now I told you my story Now tell me yours And sing it loud Sing it proud cause I have not died yet Devil ain't my pilot But We both got seats in first class He got a look on his face like hijack Listen this not my birthday I been around for awhile it's a work day I saw an airplane crash I was three years old Not this time Im alive let's roll For the ones who didn't make it For the ones who cannot change it I got a word for the kids in the dirt Cutting lines in their mind Just to know if it hurts If you hear this Keep listening Under all that mud There's a glistening An image of a man On a tree and he bleeds Lines from our minds Flow free and he screams
15.
Hand me a red balloon Tell me just what to do Now that I'm leaving you I'm Alone Never forget me Never forget the truth You left me with one last thing Hope I am the suicide You are the martyr I am the dead son You are the father I am a body You are the spirit This is my last breath I hope you can hear it You sent me an angel I gave you the shoulder This was all about me but you You were the soldier When I caused myself to fall You came and you were my help All of my pain and guilt And when I was at my worst you gave yourself Two suicides and a sacrifice Death left dead but you gave me life He wanted Tragedy every body dies but the Devil lost hope and you gave me mine Life is not a given It's a series of asking over and over "Should I give in?" People come into your life to help you see who your are. I guess who I am comes down to one command: "Keep living." I've never experienced something so beautiful As eating spoonfuls of tollhouse cookie dough With someone that I love. Alone in a house full of like minded, Keep finding a reason to keep fighting For love. Young brothers playing chess by the fire. Young love playing faces in the kitchen. I'm on a mission but the vision Is too much of a decision For today's inner self to make. Take a break. My stream of consciousness is too conscious To be playing with the moderns But my stories are too simple to see. Swing sets and houses in the trees Meet mountains and seas But I'm okay right here in the kitchen. When I grow old I'll buy a house on the cul-de-sac And I'm going to paint my house yellow. The fire is always warm, The sleep is always short, And there's a big brown parlor piano. And I hope it looks like this. I haven't seen the devil in a couple months, But I'm sure he'll show up on the calendar. Give it a couple of years, We'll sit down for a beer, But I'll shatter an empty bottle over his head: Dead. Home a little too late. Young brothers all asleep by the fire. My love worried sick in the kitchen. My vision's a little blurred, My decisions are absurd, And so I sit myself down for their sake. Take a break. When I grow old I'll buy a house on the cul-de-sac And I'm going to paint my house yellow. The fire is always warm, The sleep is always short, And there's a big brown parlor piano. And I hope it looks like this.

about

It is a story; a series of moments in the context of a life. An Idiot and his enemy. A King and his Angel. A Suicide and his Balloon.

Caleb Kuhlmann's masterwork thus far, titled simply 'calendar.', is an epic of Time. It begs questions, yet gives answers. It admits defeat, yet defines victory. While tragic at times, it is filled with the defiant echoes of hope.

"Don't they call it a tragedy when everybody dies?"

This question is asked almost immediately in the opener, 'National Tragedy'. From here, a story takes off, beginning with the familiar wordplay of 'Fanfare' and 'Joker (Maverick Joker)'. At the heart of this work are its simple serenades, like 'She' and 'Piano', showing a side of Caleb Kuhlmann hardly seen in the past. The final stretch of the album evokes a sense of introspective urgency, saturated with an underlying feeling of dark despair. But the two-sided conclusion of 'Hope / Yellow House' is a victorious and defiant cry of hope.

'calendar.' is everything that bedroom producer and poetry driven songwriter Caleb Kuhlmann has been building up to. With a bright future ahead of him, this album is only a stepping stone. But don't let this fool you: Caleb Kuhlmann has delivered a story that begs for the listeners attention, driving him or her to delve deeper into the themes and the plot, and wonder at the sound of it all.

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released April 21, 2017

Written by Caleb Kuhlmann, except 'Fanfare', written by Caleb Kuhlmann & Aidan Merck — Produced by Caleb Kuhlmann — Performed and Programmed by Caleb Kuhlmann, except Live Drums for 'She (Live at Old Planters Rd)', Performed by Riley Bradford — Album Artwork and Design by Caleb Kuhlmann — Mixed by Caleb Kuhlmann — Mastered with LANDR



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