Man vs. Machine (Year​-​of​-​EPs #6)

by Danny Saucedo

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Year-of-EPs #6: Halfway there! Some years I write myself a birthday song. This year, I wrote a birthday EP.

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released February 28, 2011

Recorded, Engineered and Produced by Evan Owen
Assistant Production by Rebecca Morris and Ian Shaw

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Track Name: I Came Alive!
Woke up this morning and put on my face
I came alive
Unstuck my sideburns and jumped into space
I came alive I came alive

You cut the heavens and dealt out some grace
I came alive
Put on a fever and burned up this place
I came alive I came alive

Pick up the beach boys phone tell
Acid cat he’s not alone
Cause out where the buffalo roam
The wizard has a nice home

So open your arcane books
And summon a magic cook
Cause we live in an uncharted zone
And our cupboards are dry as a bone

Woke up this morning burrowed in my nest
I came alive
Unzipped my skin suit and aired out my chest
I came alive I came alive

A scorpion without a frog
A footstep in the mud
A path through Jurassic woods
A trip around the neighborhood

So pick up the beach boys phone
Call an Indian god and goddess
Thank you to Ganesh and thank you Pocahantas
Track Name: Young Man
You called me up the other day in the middle of the afternoon
It was hard to hear you there was too much noise in your room
You were watching the Simpson’s and listening to Young Emcee
I was playing Donkey Kong on my TV, said it felt like 1993

Frankly I’m so over it, I don’t want to sing this verse
It’s about my younger days and how they’re infinitely worse
With my girl, with the world there was plenty of uncertainty
That’s how you know this verse had to be, written about 2003

And it makes me wonder (wonder)
If my whole life could be an endless summer (summer)
Sometimes I swear it feels like I must be getting
Younger, Younger, Younger, oh oh

We were in the Ozarks it was the first time in 5 years
Everything was exactly the same and so not at all how it appeared
Sometimes I think this graveyard is holding my entire tribe
Who’d have guessed you’d be the one to survive, not back in 2005

The day was prolly august, the place was 3 pm
It is always Sunday in the Ramsell basement
The light is soft the couch is not, we’re ready for you to arrive
This could be any year you were alive, why not 1995?

And it makes me wonder (wonder)
If my whole life could be an endless summer (summer)
Sometimes I swear it feels like I must be getting
Younger, Younger, Younger, oh oh (whole thing 2x)
Track Name: Little Clump of Hair
Little clump of hair
Circling the drain
Little clump of hair circling the drain
You were once a part of me, now you’re simply disgusting

Little clump of hair
In your underwear

Little clump of hair in your underwear
Why do all the other kids stare, why, why isn’t it there?

Little clump of hair
Finely on your face

Little clump of hair finally on your face
You’ve been waiting for years for this funny excuse for a beard

Little clump of hair
L-i-double t-le, C-l-u-m-p
Will I be with you always, will you be with me
Little (little) clump of hair, little (little) clump of hair
L-i-double t-le, C-l-u-m-p
Will I be with you always, will you be with me
Circling the, circling the, circling the drain
Track Name: Lo Mejor Dos
I was boxing the other day
with about 55 minutes of Trip Hop
It threw a right hook, nearly knocked me on my ass
if I could I would have kicked the beat, but my foot was on the gas

It reminded me of us
trying to find the best secondbest
Mexican food this side of a chainlink fence
Instead we found a man my father knew before he was my dad
when my padre’s padres used to take him and his siblings out to dance

Nineteen
is a number
Too high
in my head
to count
in Spanish
2 close for foreign language,
so I switch to English instead

You were an African Whiteboy, but
I was the least Mexican thing in the room
until an old lady bussing tables spotted me
and smiled the fuck out of her 3 remaining teeth
and recognized me as someone who would recognize her as

La Abuelita:
Tiny Grandmother Spirit
whose warmth bakes adobe bricks
whose song is the good parts of the desert
whose helping hand is the Angels in the Outfield of the Kitchen
lifting every heavy ladle which scoops beans onto a child’s plate

And after dinner OR on a completely different day OR
(As time origamis into a box) at that exact same moment
I dreamed a world of wax walls
melting birthday candle clown faces
colored lines, a taxicab and the ubiquitous
even-now-I-see-it-so-clearly
Legless Ivory Zebra Dueling Pistol

I’m amazed at how stark and vivid these memories are
There were plenty of people who came over that week
but when you weren’t there, there was no one there
So now I ask you, Argonaut, are you not not here?
Track Name: Geisterhaus
Haunted by a ghost I never met
He lives in a pile of books at the foot of your bed
Your i-yi-yi-yi-yo

Haunted by the ghost of the books you’ve read
So many great last words bouncing round in your head
Your i-yi-yi-yi-yo

When all of your jokes become one long held note
And you hope you don’t forget the way that it goes
Well you should already know,
It’s time to let go
Time to let go of your ghosts and your i-yi-yi-yi-yo

Haunted by the ghosts of forgotten friends
They live on the other side of pushing send
Pushing your i-yi-yi-yi-yo

Haunted by the ghost living in your neck
He chokes you up and fills your throat with regret
Fills it with your i-yi-yi-yi-yo

When all of your jokes become one long held note
And you hope you don’t forget the way that it goes
Well you should already know,
It’s time to let go
Time to let go of your ghosts and your i-yi-yi-yi-yo

Oh the ghost I’ve never met
I hope he likes what I’ve done and said
I’d ask him but he’s obviously dead
But he’ll re-exist when his pages are reread

By your eyes
Your i-yi-yi-yi-yo