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Odd Job

by Gregory Uhlmann

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1.
Impulse 03:31
it’s an impulse we can’t help ourselves when it’s down to the wire we’ll do anything to protect ourselves take my hand and hold it tight, where were you the other night? I stayed up, I couldn’t sleep, jealous thoughts kept haunting me I thought I knew when to open up but it was too soon couldn’t stand the sight of it, how could his son be so sick? sinned against his god above with a man he’d learned to love tell a lie and make it sound like a truth that’s set and bound to the scriptures that you know, like a cancerous tumor grows I thought I knew when the love had dried up it was time to go
2.
Odd Job 03:19
just an odd job picked up after last light the night shift drags on, I sift through all of my thoughts I’ll make little worlds up inside my head, anything to pass the time the sky, sunken with clouds that now appear gray it baffles me how some people can behave some people have little to no shame, putting others down for their gain what’s wrong with this world? sometimes it’s too much people make a fuss about inconceivable mush times may be tough, but toughen up buck you might be out of luck but luck’s not ever enough no luck’s not ever enough, no luck’s not ever enough
3.
Good Dog 01:55
pretty thing i used to know pretty thing i used to know and pretty thing i used to know and how pretty thing i used to know and how i pretty thing i used to know and how i miss pretty thing i used to know and how i miss you
4.
substitute your psyche for a phonebook fortune teller decorate the thought bubble that details your disposition forgo the thought forgo the thought forgo the thought forgo the thought i plugged my ears so i couldn’t hear i plugged my ears so i couldn’t hear breathe in, breathe in tune out, tune out it’s not, it’s not so bad, so bad find your bliss in making reparations with those you’ve slighted
5.
Phone It In 03:18
phone it in, lick the envelope, don’t think twice just write it down to begin, it’s another self-fulfilling prophecy it always comes back to me threading it through until I can’t see where I’m going lay me down, it’s my mind that won’t come to a standstill could be the one, or just some time to kill, I’ve never known the difference it always comes back to me threading it through until I can’t see where I’m going or what I’m doing, or who I’m letting into my life - it always comes back to me threading it through until I can’t see where I’m going or what I’m doing, or who I’m letting into my life letting into my life letting into my life
6.
in your ear, in your ear i whisper to be near the sun stays close, the sun stays close, the sky a reflecting mirror it’s too much, too much to bear it’s too much, too much to bear sugarcoat this, sugarcoat this, suck the poison out heavy head, heavy head, in a migraine aura cloud it’s too much, too much to bear it’s too much, too much to bear it’s too much, too much to bear it’s too much, too much to bear it’s too much, too much to bear it’s too much, too much to bear
7.
had my voice let out a cry you’d know i was alive now the sleep shut my lids the quiet sky bled dry don’t give up on the sound it’s close behind and whispers nouns hanging from a low hung branch pick it off when ripe
8.
fingers are going numb, it’s already half past one and the picture book story flashes in my eye tincture of juice and rum makes me gag but I’ll just have one tell me, is this love or just a good time? what is this chemical reactionary impulse leads me to think that the one I love isn’t at fault it’s not your fault, it’s not your fault walk down slow, lake michigan’s frozen over puffy gloves and a cigarette on my shoulder took one drag and coughed it up, play it off like I’ve just had enough try to play it cool even though I’m not what is this chemical reactionary impulse leads me to think that the one I love isn’t at fault it’s not your fault (4x)
9.
Forsaken 03:10
climb up this tangled hill the sun burning through my mind a child stops and blankly stares where’s my mother been? her hand caked with dirt and grime a man appears before my mind my father told me once before what’s best is never what’s best is never what’s best is never planned
10.
I’d rather be awake than sleeping, curled up like a corpse I’ll make it through the daylight, hold tight, alright, it’s okay it’s just not your day today slurring your words, right on the verge, what are you trying to say? when you’re in bed and your mind is swimming in possessive inscriptions of thought that won’t cease to exist, and you rewind your day ‘til the moment you woke up church bells were ringing at dawn it’s not your day, sleep it away, wait ‘til the feeling fades
11.
Silent Speak 03:29
crisp with the word of a thousand prophets singing to the earth years long before when the land formed one piece you could hear the ground speak night after night i listen for the whisper, but nothing comes through tune through the static and maybe you’ll find sound, and maybe you’ll find sound before language silence spoke
12.
no beginning or end answer the question, why don’t you? why don’t you? it’s a secret you can hold in the wrinkled folds of your hand
13.
Lily 03:22
Lilly laughs but doesn’t smile in a picture of her as a child in a parka with no shoes, I’ll take it out for you Lilly thumbs the pages of her book tenses at every stranger’s look singing to herself in hushed tone, whispering softly alone just rest your head, there’s no use for your worry it’s not your fault, it’s your nervous system ticking It’s a new day every day pick the pieces up, you’ll be okay it’s a made up little story, why don’t you put it away

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Gregory Uhlmann: guitar, voice, pump organ, piano, and bass
Alina Roitstein: voice
Cari Stevens: voice
Lauren Baba: viola, violin
Andrew Conrad: bass clarinet, clarinet, baritone saxophone
Tim Carr: vocals, drums, percussion, piano, and synth

Written by Gregory Uhlmann
Produced by Gregory Uhlmann and Tim Carr at Dog Legs Music
Recorded and Mixed by Tim Carr
Mastered by Carl Saff
Released on Dog Legs Music, February 10th, 2017
www.gregoryuhlmannmusic.com

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released February 10, 2017

"..a much different side of his musical personality, found on the lovely, tender singer-songwriter album, Odd Job (Dog Legs Music), he released in February. Uhlmann plays just about everything on the recording, but the delicate vocal harmonies of Cari Stevens and Alina Roitstein and the weightless strings of Lauren Baba and winds player Andrew Conrad add a gorgeous, spectral depth to the performances, accenting Uhlmann’s beautiful melodies with somber, baroque arrangements. The introspective folk of Nick Drake is a clear reference point, and while I can also hear a little of both Radiohead and Andrew Bird, Uhlmann veers toward a more lush brand of chamber pop, eschewing excess and eccentricity in favor of a quest for pure beauty." - Chicago Reader

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Gregory Uhlmann is a Los Angeles based guitarist, producer, and composer with an inclination towards mixing the prickly and the beautiful.

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