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The Future
06:35
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I don’t quite remember what the past tastes like, or what I used to like, or what I used to be like
but sometimes the air gets tight and it feels like it’s fight or flight
and I don’t quite remember if this path is right, but we’ve got to make it back before the break of night
Because I don’t want to get caught out in the moonlight, because I remember quite clearly what alone feels like
But I know that the past can’t let you let it go
and I know that the future holds me tight, holds me tight, holds me tight, tonight!
And I will have to find a better to drive out the demons that kick it with me at night
And I know they’re mine but they seem to have their own minds
And I don’t quite remember who started this fight, this fire-fight keeping us warm tonight, and I will let the flames lick all of my bones dry if they promise that it will be alright, it will be alright
But I know that the past is just the bird about your throat
And I know that the future holds me tight
Someday I hope to find a better me in a better time
With habits not vices, with hope, not vanity
with reasons behind
every line
I don’t quite remember what the past tastes like, or what I used to like, or what I used to be like
But maybe it’s better that way, to lose the rewind and just hit play cause
I don’t quite remember what I wanted to find, what I hoped would be mine, I think what I’ve got is fine
And I think that Old Me would feel alright with whatever ending I choose to write
Cause I know that past is just a tv show
and I know that future holds me tight
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2. |
Costume Change
03:19
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When I was in kindergarten my mom made me an awesome
Donatello costume
out of Styrofoam and felt and I felt like
The brains of the operation, operation, be my murder doctor’s patient
doctor’s patient, Sherlock Holmes investigation
investigation, I don’t want to be a secret agent
secret agent, but I’ll the defend the poor folks of this nation
When I was in third grade my mom made me an awesome
Public Defender costume
out of a briefcase and a suit and it suited me, it suited me
so well, so well, fake glasses and hair gel, so well, so well
so I kept the glasses and belt, and I felt like
What can we throw together out of things that we find in the, things that we find in the house
There was an age where we’d parade and celebrate the big day, celebrate the big big day
Do these things go together, I found a bible and a jacket in my trunk
When I was in 18th grade, I made myself an awesome raptor bandito costume
Out of newspaper and tape and I spent days
Spent days, spent days, fashioning a gun out of tape
Spent days, spent days, fashioning a hat out of tape
Spent days, spent days, fashioning a steed, velociraptor speed, fashioning a steed, velociraptor speed
What I can I put together and hold in place with tape, hold in place with tape
What I can I put together and fasten with tape, fasten with tape
There was a day when I’ll parade and celebrate any age
So well, so well so yell and yell its time to ring doorbells
And yell and yell pretend not to be ourselves and I felt like and I felt like
The brains of the operation, operation, be my murder doctor’s patient
doctor’s patient, Sherlock Holmes investigation
investigation, I don’t want to be a secret agent
secret agent, but I’ll the defend the poor folks of this nation
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3. |
Stonesthrow
04:20
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Stone’s throw out on the road windshield’s hit,
but nobody knows until it spiders, shatters wider
Anyway you want it to go it won’t go
Down without a fight, trying to do right
Get your act together, getting better, but
Anyway you want it to go it won’t go, it won’t go
Too late to fix it now
But you’ll manage somehow
Too late to fix it now
But you’ll manage somehow
Stone’s throw out on your own, surface breaks, ripples unfold
Like years or letters or games of checkers
Anyway you want it to go it won’t go
Down with the ship, even if it’s
storms and thunder, you’re going under, but
Anyway you want it to go it won’t go, it won’t go
Too late to fix it now
But you’ll manage somehow
Too late to fix it now
But you’ll manage somehow
Despite all outward appearances, some calloused fists
A bent back and a unkempt visage
I promise you this, I am not Sisyphus, Not Sisyphus
Stones roll back down the road, push it up, never let go
You perspire, you’re getting tired, but
Anyway you want it to go, you won’t go
Down without a fight, gonna do right
Got your act together, you’re getting better, but
Anyway you want it go, anyway you want it to go
Anyway you want it go it won’t go down
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4. |
The Weather
04:52
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Rain covers everything except for the stuff
blessed with some coverage, I wonder if I will drift into the gutter one day (oooh, bah bah)
Rain covers everything like a big blanket,
A big wet, cold blanket like I was at fifteen
’cause I never did anything but stay home on Friday nights
Flipping through the channels all on my lonesome
’cause I didn’t have no friends to come over on Friday nights
Occasionally I’d write a song and have no one to sing it to
One time I wrote a song, and I called up Leatherman
And I sang it to him over the speakerphone, it was about a spy, with a lonely life
Who watched TV in his Home of the Whopper underwear
If you don’t like the weather, then wait a goddamn second
’cause nothing is set in stone, but fossils and bones waiting to become fossils
Light shines on everything pointing out all of its flaws
Bringing out bright colors like my first time in OZ
Oh, the light is to die for, it is an eyesore, like me at 18
Like I was trying to prove a point or pointing out I had nothing to prove to you (bah, bah, bah, oooh)
It’s like if I was undesirable and I did it on purpose then when I wasn’t desired at all I could call it a success---I could always wait to get undressed
If you don’t like the weather, then wait a goddamn second
’cause nothing is set in stone, but fossils and bones waiting to become fossils
Snow covers everything like bubble bath soap, bringing renewal and a new chance at hope
waiting to be made into fanciful stuff, like me as a bear cub at 17
I thought that love was a day of the year,
I thought my birthday was a seven tiered
Cake, but a fake lightness of heart wouldn’t let me feel your parts
In the snow (oh no no no noooooo)
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5. |
Lois Lane Lullaby
04:13
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Danny Saucedo Oakland, California
At times humorous and always heartfelt, singer-songwriter Danny Saucedo crafts unique songs that explore love, friendship, identity, and mental health.
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