LITTLE MAN - Blaine Hatchet - Full Track

Blaine Hatchet talks back. The title track from Little Man, an acoustic grunge concept album. A dwarf stonecutter, a drug called Sleep, an engagement the papers have watched fall apart, and a room he can't pay for. No electric guitars: acoustic guitar, upright bass, drums, whistling and drone. Blaine is a character from Ouwa, the world of my novel Heavy Transfer, and every song on the album is in his voice. Music made with Suno. Lyrics and story written by me. LYRICS Little man. Little man. Yeah. Fuck you too. You like me better down there. You like me better shut up. Hand on my head. Drink in my hand. Good little man. Good little man. Do it again. See what happens. I get up. You laugh. I sit down. You laugh. I get up. You laugh. Funny. LITTLE MAN, LITTLE MAN, LITTLE MAN, LITTLE MAN MAKE ME SMALL, MAKE ME SMALL, IF YOU CAN LITTLE MAN, LITTLE MAN HERE I AM, HERE I AM, HERE I AM. You said I had a temper. Maybe. You said I hold a grudge. Probably. You said I make everything too fucking heavy. Then drop it. You didn't. Neither did I. Great. Saw you yesterday. On the bridge. You didn't see me. Good. You looked like shit. Good. No. Not good. Whatever. Fog came in. Lamps came on. Pines disappeared above the roofs. I kept walking. Bought bread. Went home. Ate half. Left half. Couldn't sleep. Good day. I was underneath you. I was underneath everything. Same view. Shoes. Floor. Shoes. Floor. Shoes. Floor. Got boring. So I moved. Down the wet steps. Past the warehouses. Under the bridge. Up the other side. One foot. Other foot. One foot. Other foot. Very fucking difficult. One foot. Other foot. Fog. One foot. Other foot. Stone. One foot. Other foot. Home. You said I'd come back. I said maybe. You smiled. I hated that. So I didn't. Still haven't. Water under stone. Fog on the pines. Yellow windows way up there. Everybody's home. Good for them. I got mine. Small room. Low ceiling. Bare floor. Fits me fine. Fits me. Fine. Little man. Little room. Little hands. Little head. Little heart. Little life. Little— Enough. MAKE ME SMALL. MAKE ME SMALL. MAKE ME SMALL. I ALREADY AM. LITTLE MAN. HERE I AM. Little man, little man, make me small, if you can. Still here. Still me. Morning. River's high. Bridge is still there. So am I. #grunge #acousticgrunge #conceptalbum