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Second Tongue
03:23
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This is not my tongue
So when I find it in my mouth
I roll it around
I give it a try
But rarely in the public eye
(I) feel uncomfortable with my second tongue
Esta no es mi lengua
Cuando la encuentro en mi boca
Me la muerdo con los dientes
Hablo lentamente
Pero casi nunca con mi gente
Estoy incómodo con mi segunda lengua
This is not my skin
But I wear it every day
It was darker when skies were brighter
Now it’s lighter from the gray
And I’m afraid it affects how you hear what I say
So uncomfortable with my second tongue
Este no es mi color
Y el cambio me dio dolor
Cuando era más oscuro
Yo estaba seguro
De que los Puros podían oírme mejor
Muy incómodo con mi segunda lengua
No son mis lenguas, ni mi boca, ni mis labios
Y no mantengo dos historias en mi voz
Mostly tongue-tied, I hide the words inside my mouth
Because I am afraid of how they will come out
So uncomfortable con mi segunda lengua
Estoy incómodo with my second tongue
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I shrink away from dirt and decay,
But I don’t shirk work that leads me to the fray.
I dog-ear my limbs; I fold them up tight
To keep what offends me always in my mind.
I clench and I claw ‘til I can wash it off.
My great white hope is hot water and soap.
What is the thing? (The thing is the thing.)
How can that be? (The thing is the thing.)
What do you mean that it’s just me?
Doesn’t every - body hate the dirt?
Isn’t every - one afraid of germs?
Doesn’t every - body have the thing?
Maybe it’s me.
I shrink away from too tight a space
While inside I inflate for impacts I (am braced/embrace).
I dog-ear my limbs; I fold them up tight
To keep in the pressure that’s boiling me alive.
I melt to my core ‘til I can breathe more.
My only hope is an opening of doors.
What is the thing? (The thing is the thing.)
How can that be? (The thing is the thing.)
What do you mean that it’s just me?
Doesn’t everybody feel confined?
Any hallway’s a collapsing mine
Doesn’t everybody have the thing?
Maybe it’s me.
You can’t think away the laws of your brain;
A flawed train of thought’s got a track it always takes.
I dog-ear my limbs; it’s like pressing save
To mollify my demons while I go on with my day.
I twitch and I itch but I can’t switch it off.
My only hope is learning how to cope
With the thing.
The thing…
Doesn’t everybody feel the fear
When you wish the world would disappear?
Doesn’t everybody have the thing?
Maybe it’s me.
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Marlo
03:05
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Marlodjur
Marlo, dear, I fear
Nothing I could say would
Change the way you feel tonight
Under cold Toronto
Skies, who wouldn’t want to die
At the sight of
Unopened messages and
Untended bandages on
Wounds that ooze and itch
On the surface of your existence
Marlo, I just don’t know
Marlodjur
Marlo, dear, I fear
You say you’re crumpled paper
I don’t know how to save your life
I don’t mean to condescend
I know I can’t comprehend the
Frigh-ten-ing silence of
Unanswered messages and
Festering bandages on
Wounds that ooze and itch
On the surface of your existence
Marlo, I just don’t know
The things you need
Second chances or a second just to breathe
Are beyond me, I’m just a
Stranger. On your. Screen.
It’s a curse, time can’t be reversed but
So far, there’s always been another
Tomorrow, Marlo
A day to write new messages to
Put on clean white bandages
The itching of your skin
Will be a sign that you are healing
Marlo, I just hope
Marlo, I just don’t know
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Scorpion & the Frog
04:27
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A mighty river is bound to overflow
It cannot help if its banks erode
A mighty river is bound to overflow
But the Earth can take it, she can bear the load
That’s how it goes
It’s in my nature to
Sting and so we sink together and I
Swear I couldn’t help myself but I
Thank you for the ride
You’re not the river, you’re not the undertow
And you would drown if I let you go
You’re not the river, you’re not the undertow
You cannot ruin what you don’t control
You don’t control me
It’s in your nature to
Sting and so we sink together and I
Swear you could have saved us both but you
Never even tried
I know I’ll survive your scorpion’s tail with
My thick skin, I’m hardly frail and I
Know I will not fail
I’m not a character in your cautionary tale with my free
Will, I’ll free myself
And leave you on this riverbed alone
You’re not the river, you are not the
Undertow
And I will leave you on this riverbed alone
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Tender Bison
04:04
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I would never tell you that you’re hurting yourself, I’m
Sure you’re aware that
I know you know, you know I know, so what purpose
Does naming it serve us?
When I trust you
Are more worried than I
And I’m worried
I would never tell you that running away from your problems is losing
Flight is often the best option, when fighting will only mean bruising
And I’ve got your back
The tank’s full of gas
So let’s go
Away. The roads are the same as the songs that we play
But the rain, oh oh oh oh, is a subtle reminder that
Everything changes
I would never tell you that you’re hurting yourself, I’m sure you’re aware that
Flight is often the best option, when fighting will only mean bruising
When I trust you
Are more worried than I
And I’m worried
Okay. The roads are the same as the songs that we play
But the rain, oh oh oh oh, is a subtle reminder that everything changes
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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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