(In​-​)​(​Re​-​)​calcitrant

by Nick Witzeman

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All songs written and recorded by Nick Witzeman.
Album artwork designed by Malory Owen.

The title of this EP, (In-)(Re-)calcitrant, is derived from the lyrics of the second song, "HGLCRB".

Despite the stranger name, this album is definitely more accessible than Surprise!, my last album.

Whether or not you can hear it, the artists I was listening to most frequently during the writing and recording of this album were Joni Mitchell, Stevie Wonder, Kendrick Lamar, and Miles Davis.

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released June 4, 2016

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Nick Witzeman Cincinnati, Ohio

Singer-songwriter from Cincinnati. Writes and sings pop music in a confessional, somewhat jazz-inflected style.

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Track Name: (In) Indiana
Weekend away--
way away,
Indiana.

Miles away
from what I know
in Ohio.

As we drink their alcohol
we'll kiss, pretending
like your parents,
watching horrified as we fall
deep into domestic bliss.

Rustic today,
plain today,
Indiana.

Oh what a day
for being alone
in your parents' home.

I'm from Cincinnati,
a big, old small town,
and, as such, Indiana don't seem much
different from where I used to be--

Malory, you really mean so much to me.
All this periphery just gets in the way of what I really mean.

Dirt-tracked, rain-soaked floor.
Shut the windows tight.
Lock the door.
Shielded from the storm,
from our families, our friends, and more.

Breaking away,
way away,
Indiana.

Miles away
from what we know
in our other home.

As we make our way back
to that other home (Ohio),
we'll kiss, pretending like two college kids,
in other words, like ourselves.
Track Name: HGLCRB
Edify me,
I'm losing your goodwill.
Clean me up and teach me empathy.

See me care, just watch me give a shit
(shit).
So I'm stubborn and incalcitrant
(how do you spell it?).
Well, look at me curtail my bad habit.
(look),
I'll do that for you.

Rectify my
penchant for obstinance.
Let me see
how good love can really be.

(instrumental break)

See me care, just watch me give a shit.
So I'm stubborn and recalcitrant.
Look at me curtail my bad habit.
I'll do that for you...

Edify me,
I'm losing your goodwill.
Clean me up and teach me how to
Rectify my
penchant for obstinance.
Let me see
how good love can really be.

Edify me,
I'm losing your goodwill.
Let me see
how good love can really be.
Track Name: The Best Policy
Well,
my dishonesty might just be selfish,
but, sometimes, I'd rather avoid a battle
and spare our fragile peace
and lie.

Well,
I can be selfish and petty,
but if I don't give in
and tell you how I really feel,
is that a lie?
How could I
tell the truth
and be justified?

Cause sometimes honesty is arrogance--
the right to hurt your him or her.
But honesty is honest.
Honestly, if necessary, go ahead, hurt me.

I'll use honesty in self-defense,
but not just to assert
my own will over yours,
but only if I'm hurt.
Not to hurt.
If I'm hurt,
not to hurt.
Track Name: Back Home for Your Birthday
Farmland stretching me,
crushing you,
we're on our way home--
your home.

Familiar to me,
but more to you.
On your own
postponed.

Back home for your birthday,
it's hard enough to be
you, it's your family;
just think how bad it is for me.

Every shitty car,
every stoplight,
every bar
to our

birthday party
reminds you of how
near your are,
how far.

Back home for your birthday,
it's hard enough to be
you, it's your family;
just think how bad it is for

every shitty car,
every stoplight--
all one
there are--

remind you of how
near you are,
and how far.
How far...

Back home for your birthday,
it's hard enough to be

back home for your birthday,
it's hard enough to be

back home for your birthday,
it's hard enough to be
you, it's your family;
just think how bad it is for me.
Track Name: First Impressions
What do we talk about?
How do we look together?
Nondescript, white, fairly good-looking,
I doubt if either of
us inspire hate or love
from passerby,
but I can still admire

you, and the way
you can mock the strangers
that we see,
busy ignoring you and me.

How do we walk about?
What do we really look like?
Nick and Malory united,
sighted by an outsider,
does she turn, look beside her
and measure what she sees
next to me?

Do I fall short?
Do I exude the sort
of look I'd like to--
attractive, clever, bright too?

Probably not.

What do I see in you?
What do you see in me?
Do you see my wit, my charm, my chic?
Does my vindictive streak
influence the way I speak
when I'd prefer you see
how much you mean to me?

What do we talk about?
How do we look together?
Nondescript, white, fairly good-looking,
I doubt if either of
us inspire hate or love
from passerby,
but I can still admire you.