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Month​(​s) of Yes​/​Year of Summer

by Danny Saucedo

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1.
MOTH Kisses 03:39
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
2.
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
3.
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
4.
Eros 03:18
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
5.
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
6.
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
7.
Hip Bruiser 02:20
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
8.
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…
9.
Jeans 02:41
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
10.
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
11.
Apfelsine 04:19
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
12.
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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On one of my last nights living in Seattle, in between loading the U-haul and cleaning the apartment, I sat down and recorded this album. I did it all in one go, most songs were done in a single take, and I recorded them in the order they appear on the album.

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released September 1, 2009

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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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