(How Could Anybody) Feel At Home
One of LA’s smartest young voices says the LA Times...which the artist susp… Read Full Bio ↴One of LA’s smartest young voices says the LA Times...which the artist suspects, may just be a covert way of saying LA is dumb. "Open" Mike Eagle wouldn't terribly mind, being born and raised in Chicago where the painful winters and his uppity grandparents kept him inside as a youth. He spent his formative years watching alternative music happen on MTV and hoping to one day be able to audition for the Native Tongues. As a young adult after graduating with a degree in Psychology, he did the next best thing and moved to Los Angeles, joining the Project Blowed collective where he made music and toured with Busdriver, Aceyalone, Abstract Rude, Nocando, and more. He’s also gained notoriety in the world of comedy by being invited by professional funny people (Paul F. Tompkins, Hannibal Buress, Matt Besser/UCB) to rap at their shows. He’d like to be rap’s Kurt Vonnegut but recognizes that he’d first have to create something as iconic as the four-stroke illustration of an anus. He practices by releasing rap albums that delight, entertain, and confuse.

Feel At Home
Open Mike Eagle Lyrics


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We was walking away
Repeated all we can say
Depart with a hug
And its a public display
Like a dozen a day
Walking, we plugging away
At it, I'm running away
Cause O'Doyle's is closed
And it never was closed
So I'm never exposed
When I'm hella morose
Cause I'm telling 'em no-body, my skeleton shows
With its elephant nose
And its pelican bones
Watch how I carry it home

Cause the story it goes
There's a spork in the road
And we got to the bar
But then O'Doyle's was closed
And it never was closed
Even whenever it snowed
Every night it was there
Either there or a show
Every answer is there
Every question is no
Never questioned before
So we guessing its home

Everybody's secrets inspire all of my scenes
I write in all of my fantasies and I die in all of my dreams
My superpowers I maintain
I take control of my scene
Y'all should see what I can't say
I can't say all I done seen

I done told
Some goofy shit that sounded like a poem
I spun around in circles on the globe
So who the hell could ever feel at home
I done told
Some goofy shit that sounded like a poem
I spun around in circles on the globe
So who the hell could ever feel at home

Yeah
We live in a space that should have never existed
We're used to the taste of a human in space
We ruined the room only a few could replace it
And Doyle's is closed
I'm avoiding my nose
It smells like you should imagine you boiled a rose
And the oven is on and the coil's exposed
And we pulling the door
Like we did it before
And now we're trying to deal with heat that we shouldn't absorb

And the story it goes
There's a spork in the road
And we got to the bar but then O'Doyle's was closed
And it never was closed
Even whenever it snowed
Every night it was there
Either there or a show
Every answer is there
Every question is no
Never questioned before
So we guessing its home

Everybody's secrets inspire all of my scenes
I write in all of my fantasies and i die in all of my dreams
My superpowers I maintain
I take control of my scene
Y'all should see what I can't say
I can't say all I done seen

I done told
Some goofy shit that sounded like a poem
I spun around in circles on the globe
So who the hell could ever feel at home
I done told
Some goofy shit that sounded like a poem
I spun around in circles on the globe
So who the hell could ever feel at home

I done told
Some goofy shit that sounded like a poem
I spun around in circles on the globe
So who the hell could ever feel at home
I done told
Some goofy shit that sounded like a poem
I spun around in circles on the globe
So who the hell could ever feel at home
I done told
Some goofy shit that sounded like a poem




I spun around in circles on the globe
So who the hell could ever feel at home

Overall Meaning

In "Feel at Home," rapper Open Mike Eagle expresses a sense of displacement and unease with his surroundings. The chorus speaks to the impossibility of ever truly feeling at home in the world, as he has spun around in circles on the globe and seen too much to be able to relate to those around him. The verses describe a night out with friends at a bar called O'Doyle's that suddenly shuts down. The group is left feeling aimless and unsure of what to do next, wandering around and trying to find a sense of direction.


The lyrics capture the feeling of being lost and hopeless, but also convey a resilience and determination to keep searching for a place to call home. The repeated refrain of "some goofy shit that sounded like a poem" emphasizes the idea that what he is saying may not always make sense or be logical, but it is his truth and his way of making sense of the world.


The song also touches on the idea of secrets and the ways in which they inspire creativity. In expressing his own personal secrets and experiences, Open Mike Eagle is able to connect with his audience and create a shared sense of belonging despite the challenges of navigating a world that constantly feels unfamiliar.


Line by Line Meaning

We was walking away
We were leaving that place


Repeated all we can say
We said everything we could


Depart with a hug
We hugged as we said goodbye


And its a public display
Our affection was visible to others


Like a dozen a day
It's a common sight


Walking, we plugging away
We were continuing to move forward


At it, I'm running away
I'm trying to escape from my problems


Cause O'Doyle's is closed
Because the O'Doyle's bar is closed


And it never was closed
But in reality, it was never open


So I'm never exposed
So my true self is never revealed


When I'm hella morose
When I am feeling very sad


Cause I'm telling 'em no-body, my skeleton shows
Because I am keeping my struggles hidden from everyone else


With its elephant nose
With its distinct and noticeable features


And its pelican bones
And its fragile and delicate structure


Watch how I carry it home
See how I am able to handle my inner struggles


Cause the story it goes
Because this is how the tale unfolds


There's a spork in the road
There is a difficult choice to be made


And we got to the bar
And we arrived at the bar


But then O'Doyle's was closed
But the O'Doyle's bar was closed


Even whenever it snowed
Even in harsh weather conditions


Every night it was there
It was a constant presence


Either there or a show
It was either open or hosting an event


Every answer is there
All the solutions are already present


Every question is no
All questions are met with a negative answer


Never questioned before
Not previously examined or challenged


So we guessing its home
So we assume it to be our home


Everybody's secrets inspire all of my scenes
Everyone's hidden truths motivate my creativity


I write in all of my fantasies and I die in all of my dreams
I express my deepest desires and confront my fears through my writing


My superpowers I maintain
I retain control of my unique abilities


I take control of my scene
I shape my own narrative


Y'all should see what I can't say
You should witness what I am unable to vocalize


I can't say all I done seen
I cannot express everything I have experienced


Some goofy shit that sounded like a poem
Some nonsensical statements that seemingly resembled poetry


I spun around in circles on the globe
I traveled to several different locations


So who the hell could ever feel at home
So how can anyone truly feel comfortable and secure




Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: Michael W. Eagle II

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