Leon Frear es un músico establecido en Chicago que en éste 2024 nos presenta el segundo sencillo de Wild Rice, su álbum debut, mismo que anticipara con Secret Second Moon y del cual nos presenta la leitmotiv referente a su cambio de vida más que de residencia.

A Town Called Chapel es el despertar de la conciencia en el sentido de aferrarte a la vida a partir del hallazgo de un motivo que significa el calor de un nuevo amanecer reflejado en los ojos que te derriten, compartir el desayuno, salir a construir un futuro y circunstancias estables, aún cuando esto signifique abandonar tus placeres más próximos con la decadencia que les rodea, abrazando la idea de no regresar.

The song ‘A Town Called Chapel,’ is the opening track on my album because it paints the landscape and provides background on the insular, dissolute college town / former-small-town music mecca that this whole experience sprang from.

It’s a song about knowing that you need to leave a situation that is grimy, bad for you and a little hedonistic. But you’re so used to it – the feeling is so warm and comfy that you just can’t bear to leave. I might sound hypercritical of the place and maybe that makes me a hypocrite. But I’m also from there and a fair target for these less flattering descriptions myself. Love, lust, and naïveté. All that stuff. It’s part of me. It’s my home.

Leon Frear

La canción ‘A Town Called Chapel’ es el tema que abre mi álbum porque pinta el paisaje y proporciona un trasfondo de la insular y disoluta ciudad universitaria/antigua meca de la música de una pequeña ciudad de la que surgió toda esta experiencia.

Es una canción sobre saber que necesitas dejar una situación sucia, mala para ti y un poco hedonista. Pero estás tan acostumbrado a ello: la sensación es tan cálida y cómoda que no puedes soportar irte. Puede que suene hipercrítico con el lugar y tal vez eso me convierta en un hipócrita. Pero yo también soy de allí y soy un buen blanco para estas descripciones menos halagadoras. Amor, lujuria e ingenuidad. Todo eso. Es parte de mí. Es mi casa.

Leon Frear

Leon Frear, A Town Called Chapel…

This world is full of freaks and fools, on that you can depend.
When people hold their asses up so high above their heads.
They set their hearts to dying, watched as their children bled.
Then cried their eyes for putting out the fires in their beds.

This world is full of saints ya’ know, you can find ‘em anywhere.
Shiny Knights and maids with practiced ribbons in their hair.
But when the weather’s stormy tears in rain will disappear.
Men of rusted armor rescue maids with matted hair.

I can see it by the pock marks that the money got you down.
You can see it in the bottom of the jigger that I drown.
I’d visit you more often but I don’t really get around.
Well I do OK for Chapel but I can’t leave this town.

Yeah I do OK for Chapel babe, but I can’t leave this town.

The world is full of thinkers, or so everybody thought.
You think as much as you can walk in shoes you never bought.
The shoes that you’ve been walking in have really been around.
But You do OK for someone who could never settle down.

I do OK for Chapel babe, but I can’t leave this town.

This world is full of drunks and fools. You know, let’s not pretend.
I walk the streets among them, yeah you know they’re all my friends…
The sneaks, the squirms, the creeps, the sperms all crawling on the ground. Yeah,
I do OK for Chapel babe but I can’t leave this town.

Yeah, I do OK for Chapel babe, but I can’t leave this town
I do OK for Chapel babe, but I can’t leave this town..
Yeah, I do OK for Chapel.

I gotta leave this town.

A Town Called Chapel