Experiments in Southern Discomfort (Year​-​of​-​EPs #11)

by Danny Saucedo

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Year-of-EPs #11: Eleven down, one to go. That's pretty unbelievable. I recently spent six extremely hot weeks in Durham, North Carolina and wrote these songs there.

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released July 31, 2011

Recorded, Edited and Produced by Evan Owen
Additional acoustic guitar and mandolin also by Evan Owen

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Track Name: Souvenir
I wish that I could bring a camera into my dreams
So I could take pictures of what I see
It’d be nice to have a souvenir
To remember

I wish that I could build a studio in my brain
So I could record as fast as I think
So I could record everything
To remember

Sou-ou-sou-ou-ve-nir or far, far be it for me
To try to put the world in a jar (To remember)
Sou-ou-sou-ou-ve-nir or far, far be it for me
To try to put the whole world in a jar (Shouldn’t try to) (Shouldn’t try to)

I wish that I could bring a film crew into my dreams
So they could document the insanity
Or is it banality
Who can remember?

I wish that I could bring builders into my brain
So they could build me a big museum
Did I just say mausoleum?
To remember

Sou-ou-sou-ou-ve-nir or far, far be it for me
To try to put the world in a jar (To remember)
Sou-ou-sou-ou-ve-nir or far, far be it for me
To try to put the whole world in a jar (Shouldn’t try to) (Shouldn’t try to)

Wanna write you a letter, wanna write on your wall
But I don’t have anything to say at all
So I dream up a reason I could give you a call
But when I wake up I haven’t done a thing at all

So I hope you haven’t forgotten me
And I hope you haven’t forgotten our dreams
And I hope that we can forget our fears
And I hope I left you with a good souvenir

Sou-ou-sou-ou-ve-nir or far, far be it for me
To try to put the world in a jar (To remember)
Sou-ou-sou-ou-ve-nir or far, far be it for me
To try to put the whole world in a jar (Shouldn’t try to)
Put the world (Shouldn’t try to)
In a jar (Shouldn’t try to)
Track Name: Dreamcatcher
Ridin’ in my boat it’s a dreamcatcher
The HMS ‘Margaret Thatcher’
Sailin’ in search of a happily-ever-after

Sails are high on the ‘Maggie T’
Glidin’ as graceful as a manatee
Searchin’ for a dream called You and Me
Sailin’ in search of a dream for you and me

When the Cosmic Owl hoots
Who do you think you are?
When the Cosmic Bell tolls
Can you accept the charge?
Can you steer this barge?
It’s a heavy load
As the bargain goes

Flyin’ in the spaceship ‘Cleopatra’
A 26th-century star collapser
Flyin’ in search of the Universal Dream Catcher

They say it’s bigger than a galaxy
Was made by the dreams of every sentient being
Guess that means it was made by you and me
Hope that means it was made for you and me

When the Cosmic Owl hoots
Who do you think you are?
When the Cosmic Bell tolls
Can you accept the charge?
Find the Universe’s heart?
A star explodes
As the bargain goes

How can you set sail when you know you could fail?
How can you fail if you won’t put yourself on sale?
It’s a heavy load
But it’s how the bargain goes
Track Name: Danny Saucedo USA!
On my first birthday God played a joke and made me a doppelganger out of snow
I always thought I’d be the most famous me, but in 2006 you exploded on Swedish TV

There can only be one, there can only be one

Jens Lekman personally told me that I should go to Sweden and separate your head from your body
'Cause then I’ll get your powers, and I’ll get your fan base and I’ll be the King of the Swedish Dance Club Scene

There can only be one, there can only be one

Why can’t it be me?
Maybe this could be the day for Danny Saucedo USA? USA?

I don’t actually need to be defeating ya’, I just wanna disambiguation link on Wikipedia
But I’m hot on the porridge to restore my rightful place at the top of our Google results page

There can only be one, there can only be one

Pretty much everything I know about Sweden I learned from IKEA and the Girl with the Dragon Tattoo
So I assume your sex basement’s really poorly built and that you’ve probably got a few screws loose

There can only be one, there can only be one

Why can’t it be me?
Maybe this could be the day for Danny Saucedo USA! USA!

Jag är den riktiga Danny
Och det kan bara finnas en
Jag är den sanna Danny
Och det kan bara finnas en

Why can’t it be me?
Maybe this could be the day for Danny Saucedo USA! USA!
Track Name: Indian Rock
We spent a lot of time sitting up on Indian Rock
Talkin’ like babies ‘cause our babies were so lost

Yoni and Shio, me, a blue Volvo
Yoni and Shio, me, a blue Volvo
Let’s talk! On Indian Rock!
Oh the grass stalks as high as an elephant’s eye
Can’t stop, Indian Rock

We spent a lot of time nursing our cooling embers
We raised a lot of toasts to our many absent members

Yoni and Shio, me, a blue Volvo
Yoni and Shio, me, a blue Volvo
Let’s talk! On Indian Rock!
Oh the grass stalks as high as an elephant’s eye
Can’t stop, Indian Rock

We were 3 Fivels, singing to the moon
Our hearts’ survival was our mantra, “It’ll be here soon,
Our love will be here soon.”

But what about you?
Cause clearly we stopped
Stopped talking, and stopped going to the rock
But I haven’t forgot

Yoni and Shio, me, a blue Volvo
Yoni and Shio, me, a blue Volvo
Let’s talk! On Indian Rock!
Track Name: Dreaming #3
I. Agnostalgia

They say you can never go home again
But you’re youngbravestupidsmart enough to ask whether
Maybe you can, after all, go to your home-away-from-home again

From the onset, manicpanic sets in
You’re yelling, laughing, sweating, running,
Lifting up unfamiliar children to the sun

You feel guilty, looking as you do unragged, unworn
Clean, fresh and well-slept
You bruise your face contorting it in a way you suddenly recognize seeing your whole life
On the faces of those who Returned
The face conveys a wide gamut of emotion
Relief wrapped in regret, covered with joy, tempered with unfamiliarity
You don’t know if you miss it or not
Agnostalgia creeps in

From your vantage point overlooking the valley
You start to notice a paradox
You can see the perimeter, can see with captioned labels the names of each component
You know its underlying mechanics are simple and few and well-documented
The roads are 1:72 scale
The people are much tinier than when you lived there
You now know it’s nothing but a scale model
Of Middle School
Of Government
Of Society at large
Your vantage point insists that this place is so small

And yet, here you are swimming in it
Seeing it stretch out to the horizon with no end in sight
Inside it, a multiverse of swirling storylines
Infinitely interchangeable socio-pycho-sexual relationships
In every conceivable combination
You are nearly drowning in it and you go with the flow because it’s just so easy
And you are separate from it forever and also a part of it always

You watch children at play
And your perspective spirals outward beyond your control
And like a painting of a painting of a painter painting a landscape
You realize that one of them
Doesn’t just remind you of you
He is you
And you remember that you started out as someone taller than you
And you suppose he must have started out as someone taller than him
And that it must stretch further back with each previous generation remaining forever taller
In the minds of its descendents
Which would necessarily dictate an uppermost echelon of progenitors of your youness
Who would have to be as big as galaxies
And yet, they are trapped inside this bubble in the same way a part of you will always be trapped there

And you look at the outside
And you know like the back of your heart what’s inside and you think:
How can this tiny bubble hold?


II. Dislocation

When you return from any trip, but most notably a longer stay,
And you come back Home
You get that feeling that everything was moved
Just a little bit
And things are the wrong color or the wrong relative size
The air smells funny

All the while, of course, everything feels exactly the same

You have obviously always known this fact from the first time you strangely found
Your toys exactly how you left them in media res
But somehow ever so slightly askew
Like they had all gotten up and moved around while you were gone
And were just really good at remembering where you left them

The thing is, the new thing is, the strange things is
You always pegged the Ennui of the Return
As a natural by-product of leaving a superior location to return to your creature comforts

Sure you were happy to have YOUR stuff back (you love your stuff)
It’s just that things were bettersimplerfasterslower way back
Before
In Grassisgreenerville

What’s new what’s strange is to discover
This feeling of Dislocation accompanies any return
No matter how much you need to get home
It won’t be the home in your head
And getting back won’t make it that place
Because you can’t go Home again


III. Appreciation Buzz

Take that buzz
The Appreciation Buzz that comes to you unbidden
While you open your heart’s ears or point it’s one piercing eye
At something you just can’t help but love unabashedly
The Appreciation Buzz does not ignore flaws
It celebrates them or simply lets them be
Telling you with raised arm hair or bodily tingling
That this thing before you is Good

You take that buzz and you turn it on yourself
And you think about the surprisingly unscientific storage capacity of small bubbles
And you think about you
And how maybe you hold galaxies too
And how maybe we made God and the Stars made us
And how you are special just like everyone else
Because everyone else is made from the same stuff you are

You start to wonder if maybe since we all, everything in creation,
Come from the same thing, we could all in the end happily return to it
But you can’t go home again