“how does it feel?” by Rainlights – A Song Feature

 

     The Indie Obsessive review of Rainlights’ debut single began, “It’s a song about sudden loss of a loved one – your smartphone.” Rainlights is the performance name of Rachel Chevat. She excels in addressing serious subject matter in tranquil vocalization with minimalist instrumentation. Her earlier single, “When My Phone Dies,” considered the contrast of joy in being in the present against the dread that washes over a person when the screen of your phone is unavailable as a distraction.

     The more recent release is also about loss, but one that is permanent and are more impactful. “how does it feel?” explores the feelings of losing someone close to our hearts. Rainlights revealed:

  “I wrote this song about losing my father unexpectedly last year. Music is where I find solace during dark times. I think this piece came from a place of wanting to paint a picture of the contrast between love and grief. I only hope to honor him from here on out with this track, and with any music I make in his memory in the future.”

 

     Rainlights is based in New York, but spent two years in London to obtain a master’s degree in Audio Production. Entirely written, produced, and mixed by Rainlights, “how does it feel?” narrates the day her father passed away and the feelings that came with it. The vivid storytelling is accompanied by her emotional vocals and her captivating production that blends acoustic guitar, piano and strings.

 

     “how does it feel?” by Rainlights

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Lyrics of “how does it feel?” by Rainlights

I didn’t get to say bye at the hospital,
you were already gone two minutes after they called,
I scream down the hall
 
The coffee you made me was still on the table,
your leftover lunch in the refrigerator
how small in the scheme of it all
 
And that was the longest drive
up to the Upper West Side, what is time?
Walk the line, feel the break
 
And everyone’s sorry
‘cause no one know what else to say
 
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
 
The last time I saw you, you stood at the door
of my bedroom and said you’d be home around four,
see you then, but never again
 
And usually you’d kiss mom twice on the cheek,
but this time you kissed her not two times, but three,
did you know,
was it time to go?
 
And that was the longest drive
up to the Upper West Side, what is time?
Walk the line, feel the break
 
And everyone’s sorry,
it's alright, there's not much to say
 
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
How does it feel?
How does it feel?