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MOTH Kisses
03:39
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I went from lonely all the time, to happy
like sublimation turns snowflakes into vapor
before they hit the ground
It’s cold, but I’m warm inside
like San Francisco, this past summer time
I can’t fix much, but I can reach the top shelf in the kitchen
I will kill bugs, but I haven’t had much luck with larger vermin
I’ll be the man of the house
I went from phoning in my lines, to putting
a leg in traction, making solids out of shadows
and worlds out of rhymes
I’m warm, but it’s cold outside
like Science Fiction, a year of rain, an hour of spring time
I can’t fix much, but I can reach the top shelf in the kitchen
I will kill bugs, but I haven’t had much luck with larger vermin
I’ll be the man of the house
Thirty lashes, dirty wishes
Moustaches, Moth Kisses
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Troy to Rozhenko
04:18
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I was too sensitive to ever be a warrior
I’d rather study plants and stars than grow up to be a soldier
I sit alone when I drink in 10-Forward
and watch the light streak by as it bends around us starboard
My heart’s strong enough to destroy the gods that made it this way
My heart is too strong to let starlight fade away
Long ago I gave up on ascending to the (throne)
Thrown out into space I’m so cold I’m so lone(some)
Sometimes I wish for an empathetic (ear)
Iridescent eyes see through disguised moments of fear
My heart’s strong enough to destroy the gods that made it this way
My heart is too strong to let starlight fade away
Today is a good day to (die)
Dive right in
Troy to Rozhenko, Troy come in
Can I have a moment of your time
I have to say nothing
’Cause you’ll read my mind
Troy to Rozhenko, you’ll read my mind
We don’t have to meld or explain ourselves well (2x)
If we’re stationed in different quadrants
We’ll communicate on our trek
If you say out loud, “Locate Rozhenko”
Well I’m just here on a different deck
Don’t be frantic, I’ll meet you in astrometrics (2x) ’cause
Our heart’re strong enough to destroy the gods that made them this way
Our heart are too strong to let starlight fade away
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Saved by the Bell
03:03
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I once read an explanation of Saved by the Bell that claimed that it was actually
Quite accurate in its depiction of the way that people, like actors,
change a lot from season to season and week to week
The story resumes like a body exhumed takes one breath and immediately starts to speak
Like the way I thought I lost Jake to Cambodia and jungle disease
Only to find, he’d kept our world in mind and landed on his feet, amongst the Santa Rosa trees
When I first got the call that said, “Did you hear Robert Jordan’s dead?”
I thought “No way he could still fit in the episodic script of the life that I now live”
But there’s no rift ’cause there he is, as if he’s always existed
Like the way, Johanna returned from her place in poem and dream
Only to find, she’d never left my mind, she’d only left the scene and still meant so much to me
When I first got the call that said, “I’m sorry but Aunt Laurie’s dead”
I thought “How could a kid, gone so long, return to me so suddenly?”
But there she was, my little cous, not some memory distant
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Eros
03:18
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My heart has grown pajama soft, oozes, bruises, offers my secrets
Peel my ventricles, like banana tops, expose my prose in proper sequence
Off the cuff I’m rough, a grizzly cub and my prayers are bare and only sung to Cupid
So reply Eros,
Let fly your arrows,
As I try to kiss the sun
And if Aphrodite’s lips
Ask for tidy gifts
all tied up with a bow, I’ll know that this is for no one
I sing it wrong, like campfire song, each verse a new curse, repeating the chorus
Mis ojos son mi corazón, lean las lineas de mis dolores
I’m not tough enough to suffer love in the ways I craved when I was young and stupid
I’ve got the body of a greek philosopher who shares his love of food
I’ve got the mind of a savant geek toddler who stares in awe of the moon
And if Fate thinks that you’d be a good catch, would you sit under this thatched roof
I did us a favor an afternoon’s labor, I made holes in the ceiling for a scenic view
Of the stars beyond the vine, the stars beyond the vine
So pick up your bow and let a few go
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American Sing Along
05:32
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You love the songs I hate, your favorites are the ones I wish I could uncreate, my mistakes
You request songs I wish that I could forget
And yet, here we are
you know the words better than I know the chords
And I wonder if by not selling, I’m selling myself short
You love the songs I hate, I forget so I set out on a paper chase through my guitar case
As I fail, I blaze a new paper trail
And yet, I don’t search alone
’cause I live in your headphones
And I wonder if I could make a living if I left my home
At some point I opened up my chest
Excised necrotized flesh
Took pressure of my lungs I bet
So I could breathe free
You love the songs I hate you beseech me to teach you but I can’t keep it straight how it’s played
Reach and reach and finally face defeat
And yet, there we are
I live in your heart and on your guitar
And I wonder if I can take credit for you getting this far
You sing the songs I made I hunger for the wonder I felt in my younger days when I used to play
the same four chords and sing ’til my voice was hoarse
Maybe that’s how it could still be
Maybe your words could inspire me
Copy and paste is still very less than three
At some point I opened up my chest
Excised necrotized flesh
Took pressure of my heart I guess
So I could sing free
I only ever feel like a star,
when I sing for you in the dark
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6. |
Intelligent Designer
03:29
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If I had an adaptation for arboreal brachiation,
I’d swing from branch to branch, just to get a chance to see you
If I had an adaptation for simian transportation,
It’d be a gibbon that I’d swing to you so easily
Naturally, you’ve selected me
and I’m fitter now than I’ve ever been before
So I know I’ll make my way straight to your door
If I had an adaptation for aquatic echolocation,
I’d swim to the shore of the Seattle Port
If I had an adaptation for a dolphin’s navigation,
I’d swim to you with renewed porpoise
Naturally, you’ve selected me,
And I’m fitter now than I’ve ever been before
So I know I’ll find my way straight to your door
If I had an inclination for spontaneous genetic mutation
You can bet I’d be a Meta who had finally met his match.
But I’m just a man, with an opposable thumb so I can hold your hand
And binocular vision so I can see you with precision
From a long distance
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7. |
Hip Bruiser
02:20
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They call me a hip bruiser,
not ’cause I’m cool and get in fights
but because I keep you up at night
Disappointment is
an interesting motivator
let the elevator close
’cause opportunity knows
to keep knocking ’cause you’re probably sleeping in
so give in to another post-snooze button dream
They call me a hip bruiser,
not ’cause I’m cool and get in fights
but because I keep you up at night
Your back pockets
are so gonadotropic
I can’t stop or spy another topic
it’s quite like you’ve got my optics
mesmerized
I was told, if I’d been more bold when I was fifteen
Could’ve been swimming in fur, so since I had to get her
I changed my game, I couldn’t ever stop
I had to play, I couldn’t ever quit
’til I got what I needed
You call me your hip bruiser
’cause I cruised in on a starry night
And got a chance to get it right
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Expiration Date
04:03
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I was walking my friend back to her house
And she was talking about
Coming to grips with the expiration dates
Placed on her relationships
She said when it’s time, she’ll be fine
Letting loose her beau and waiting
For the next arrow
But I was never ever good at this
I remember too well every kiss
And I can’t forget
What it was like when our eyes met
My princess, I remember taking your glasses
Your cat eyes beamed through your eyebrows
And the seems of all my plaid clothes
Nightingale, nightingale, nightingale
Your eyes said goodbye from the
Tarmac in Black and White
Ha-Ahavah Sheli, oh that feeling,
You had to look away
You were afraid that you might faint
(Well, I can’t forget…)
How can I even forget the ones I didn’t really ever get to get
I remember your eyes when I got off stage
The way you whispered when I held you when we were afraid
The way I held your hand when you were crying over him
The way you cried at night, and your tears fell in my eyes
Am I supposed to say: Oh Well, OK
We’ve reached our expiration date
Let’s throw these memories away
(But I can’t forget…)
I remember the way it all felt
Your letters were made of soft felt
Your bed was a fluffy cloud
Oh, how your teeth bit into my mouth
Am I supposed to say: Oh Well, OK
We’ve reached our expiration date
I guess I should let these memories all fade
Can’t forget…
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9. |
Jeans
02:41
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When I walk in the room I’ll make you swoon over me,
soon you’ll be head over knees, you’ll see
My lines and curves are as foreign as the Chesapeake
The mirror stares and asks what happened to the rest of me
’cause I’m two-thirds the mass, twice the man that I used to be
And I never thought I’d have good-looking jeans
When I walk in the room I’ll make you swoon over me,
soon you’ll be head over knees, you’ll see
Cast-iron calves cast shadows thinner than a memory of
lunchmeat chunk laze preserving days eeked out like eulogies
It took two dozen years for me to figure out a tighter weave
And I never thought I’d have good looking jeans
I used to think that I was too cool to be hip
I used to think that I was too hip to be cool
I used to think that I if I didn’t stop than I would rip
And drip, drip, drip my guts around school
But never did I think that I could have cool jeans
Never did I think that I could be scene
Never did I think that I could have good-looking jeans
Never did I think that I could be seen by a girl like you
When I walk in the room I’ll make you swoon over me,
soon you’ll be head over knees, you’ll see
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Prince of 'Pataphor
03:28
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Sometimes I feel like I’m the Prince of Persia
And the only way to beat my demons is with a kind of merger
I step forward, they step forward and put down their swords
And we become one like a Mega-Zord
Sometimes I wish that I could skip the very start
But then all my sand would have landed in the lower part
I know I need loads and loads of time to beat Jafar
And win my reward, my lover’s heart
The mirror moment comes! The mirror moment comes!
So step lightly round the spikes (2x)
Sometimes I feel like I am Guybrush Threepwood
And the only way to get my treasure is to get up to no good
I’ll steal maps and ships and dresses and a voodoo doll
To get my ass to the Governor’s ball
Sometimes I wish that I could use a cheat book
But the only way to learn a lesson is to get struck by a thief in the woods
Define the mission, play your position and no one kick the game
We’ll pick a harder level the next time that we play
The mirror moment comes! The mirror moment comes!
So grab your gold and run
The mirror moment comes! The mirror moment comes!
So grab your grog and, grab your sword and, stab a troll and run
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11. |
Apfelsine
04:19
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What do you do when your first dollar is spent? (What do you do?)
When those pissing out are pissing back into your tent (What do you do?)
I didn’t think that I had changed too much (But if it’s true)
Two years is too long to skip a hair cut
What do you do when you are someone’s lucky dime? (And then they’re Scrooge)
And then you’re screwed for trying to change with the times
Well I still rhyme with orange, I’ve just got a different rind
And I’d still taste as sweet if you called me Apfelsine
What do you do when kids start calling you Cap’? (What do you do?)
When you wake up to find now you’re the first Flash (Jay Garrick knew)
All of the secrets of present, future and the past (And how to stay true)
To all the reasons he first put on the hat
What do you do when you are someone’s finish line? (And then you move)
And then you move while they’re still trying to keep time
Well I still rhyme with orange, I’ve just got a different rind
And I’d still taste as sweet if you called me Apfelsine
Are you “you” ’cause we were “we,” or didn’t I teach you all of me?
’cause I am I ’cause sometimes sucked and I do and don’t believe in luck
And I made my own way, ’cause my compass was in flux
And my heart would still be just as plaid if you saw me in a tux
And I can’t be a sellout if I can’t make a buck
And I can’t be a sellout
I still rhyme with orange, I’ve just got a different rind
And I still be this bitter if you called me Apfelsine
I would still have the same flesh and seeds if you found me on the Rhine
So let me peel my own damn skill and call me Apfelsine
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12. |
Polymathematics
04:40
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Well I finally understand DaVinci
’cause I can’t stop the onslaught of thoughts all day long
So I keep a record in my pocket notebook
I make a record on my phone
And I do what I can when I have time for it
Well you have to understand my thinking
Each thought is a drop in the puddles in my brain
And each puddle goes its own direction and ignites a flame
And I can’t stop the candlelight from blinking
Morse code messages to me
begging me to give them life
Well I’ll do what I can when I have time for it
I can’t stop the onslaught of thoughts I’m thinking
and I can’t stop my bedside clock from blinking
Telling me that I only have so much time
Telling me to get off my ass
Well I’ll do what I can when I have time for it
Well I finally understand DaVinci
All those notes he wrote to things he’d never build
And all those letters, tethered to a dream he’d always held
That he knew he’d have to leave as ink on paper
Never giving it a chance
Cause he did what he could
Made one story come to life
And then let others spend days and nights
On the edge of his mind
Never giving them the time
Because one man, two hands, too many things
Do what you can
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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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