Hmmm not sure why you can detect cosmic background radiation in tracks when you use Reaper.program but I'll take it... I wrote this song during the peak of my stresses in the midst of finals week (early December); it's kooky, it's all over the place, it could have been better recorded, that's okay, 'tis a template. Merry Lemmus:)

Big thanks to Chris Canova for the trombone on this track.

[The title is a reference to one of the many economic crises in Argentina; President Fernando de la Rúa was forced to escape a citizens' revolt via helicopter out of the Pink House--"our White House"--on Dec 20, 2001]

Lyrics: 
Even in the way it’s true
Even in the way you knew
Even in the way you move
Even in familiar sounds
I’m not sure whether I’m supposed to congratulate you
I’m not sure whether I’m supposed to congratulate you

Even in the way something turns into nothing
Even in the way your head turns around so quick

Do you remember when I said,
It’s not supposed to feel like work?
You know those nights were better spent
Without you around
And now I don’t wanna go back there,
No I don’t wanna go back

Now I don’t wanna go back there,
No I don’t wanna go home
It feels like we’re only going backwards
Yeah it feels like we’re going too slow

Even in the way I can’t feel my limbs right now  
Even in the way you can tell I’m bluffing
I’m not sure whether I congratulate you
I’m not sure whether to congratulate you

Now I’m bursting at the seams
Now I’m bursting at the seams

No thanks to
Every little thing every little thing every little thing
Every little thing every little thing every little thing
Every little thing every little thing every little thing
No thanks to every little thing every little thing every little thing
Where’d you run off to?
I saw your footprints but they melted
You’re making such a big deal in a small world
Quit making such a big deal in a small world

Did you think I’d fake it when you meant it?
Did you think I’d go when you fermented? x2
Was it all as special as we made it,
Or was it just a slanted told perspective? x2



Helicoptering Out Of The Pink House

Sick vocals:( rough draft for a new album!
Lyrics: 

Remember when 
I used to call you all the time
That doesn’t happen anymore
We’re so preoccupied with all of our stuff
It seems so pointless when we put it that way

Remember when
We went out to the forest behind your parents’ house
We set off that flair and made out in the grass
Until the cops came oh what a surprise
And your back felt just like Braille art
And your back felt just like Braille art

The stars don’t 
Remember each other even after they’ve collided
And I think I have the same inclination as them
My inhibitions in the way of my ambitions again 

Remember when 
I used to call you all the time
That doesn’t happen anymore
That doesn’t happen anymore


Braille Art

Yes I honestly don’t know who I am
And yes I think God is only in our minds
And yes I believe in reincarnation, my own version anyway (some people can remind you of ghosts, sometimes I feel that way)
And yes I create my own reality that never really exists, so it’s like I’m always dreaming, 
Yes I wish away serious situations rather than dealing with them
And yes I used to be afraid to look at myself in the shower as a kid
And yes I was bullied as a child and repressed it until recently,
Memories flooding forward like an ocean body, swallowing my feet first,
Stinging any open wounds, gradually sweeping me off my feet and into the surf, weightless, half conscious, waiting for resolution,
And yes I feel like I need any and all accomplishments to be acknowledged by others for actual gratification
And yes I feel like there’s a knot tied ‘round my stomach, restraining me; it’s loose, not taught like the children in the schools I used to attend every day, where creativity doesn’t pass the standardized test and there is a right answer to everything
And yes I think of myself as smart but at the same time I know that I know nothing,
I’ll convince myself I can’t be wrong and substitute notion for fact
And yes I feel anxious in social settings, like there’s always a right thing to say and I’m never going to be saying it
And sure I’m not sure if I want children so much anymore, I worry that I’ll hate a parent’s responsibility or probably fail
And yes I believe in aliens and I think the world will be a very different place a decade from now
And yes, I think that history is made up to a degree and that we’re being lied to
And yes I think there’s more to life than a 9-5 job with benefits
And yes I think that drugs ruined my brain
And yes I compromise whom I am to fit in 
And yes this is because I avoid confrontation 
Yes I’ve thought I’m “better” than someone who is a great person
And yes I’ve thought I’m “worse” than a really shitty person
And yes I think being a female might feel right
And yes I think that it shouldn’t matter 
And yes I’ve felt things I never imagined I could feel and I’m sure I’ll feel more
And yes my problems stem from being afraid of what I don’t know
And yes I think these are normal thoughts


And Yes... (A Lot Of Doors Are Opened And Closed At My House)

~from mine and Jess's first show at my house 3/27~

I Fell In Love With Your Hands

I.
A tumbleweed tumbles tumbles into the street of Rock River to find no one, it is noon and there is no one and it is surprised and lonely and it yearns for someone to see it and identify it like humans and organisms do with oh so many things and it thinks thinks how do I do this, how do I think with a conscience and a subconscious and everything is the same yet we all read the distortions of the Almighty Electron that is the Earth to get by and to pass the time.
II.
A tumbleweed tumbles tumbles and it picks up speed as it jettisons off the side of a Mountain and it wonders to itself how did I get myself Here fast Sky falling oh shit help bliss ecstasy no help no ride this out no only feelings, how do I shut off thoughts thinks ideas and just exist, to think is to exist, and the great distortion in the Almighty Electron that is the Milky Way Galaxy just smiles content with the spins and loves that it has a family to smile with and at and the hemoglobin that is its stars continue generating the lifeblood, there is warmth and there is intelligence and it all makes sense
III.
The whole Wholeness of all that anyone can perceive, the Almighty Electron, revels in its imperfect symmetry and all of its distortions functioning rationally to the tune laid down that fateful BANG and the Galaxies and their Supermassive Blackholes all dance the way the bugs on Earth dance and the network of stars look just like the neurons of a human brain and the itty bitty cells on the hand of a human and the wars we wage are meaningless and the gender constructs we construct are meaningless and this deeply pleases and deeply angers the Everything as much as anyone can hope to perceive.
IV.
A lightbulb flash flashes and it could be an idea flick flickering above my head or it could be a white dwarf floating safe, sound asleep or it could be an atom splitting above the heads of everyone, the best idea we've ever had and the energy it requires to figure it out exhausts me just as the energy required to grapple with Vedauwoo extinguishes all flames just as the hustle bustle on the East Coast retards any burning desire to examine reality for what it is and we get so caught up in our daily lives that we forget there's more to think about and there's more to thinking than the immediate and oh why don't you just come out to Wyoming and get a chance to ponder all that you've been meaning to ponder, about connections and time and goals and sacrifice and yearning, there's probably plenty of time out Here.
V.
An organism is die die dying bye bye but it's tried its best to adapt and its predecessors tried their hardest to adapt and now the lights through the eyeholes are flick flickering and now it's time for those scavengers, those merciless scavengers that jump the gun and don't even let you fade and bury bury away beneath the Earth, the Earth has a blanket for you. Hush little baby Mother won't let those brutes get you and most of your nutrients belong to the Earth now and you are a Time Capsule for me and my fellow students and you are a guest at a Bed and Breakfast, one of those new modern ones that serve the same old same old but they throw some avocado and drizzle egg yolk over everything and you've left your name in the ledger, you've checked in to the Earth and forgotten to write anything on your comment card. My fellow students and I are trying to decipher your signature and the signatures of your fellow tenants and solve the mystery that is your Ecosystem and global climate and what you ate for breakfast, we're looking to take a snapshot of your moment to shine, or flicker flicker fade, and we'd like the Almighty Electron to freeze just this once just this one moment in Space/time and we know it's against the rules but we're tired of living linearly and oh who knows what a "moment" is anyways?

Almighty Electron (Wyoming Story)

Pretty Bill Cosby's main riff was originally the end of this really embarrassing breakup song I wrote two April's ago, that's fun. Weird

Root For The Others (Demo)

Circa 2010 composing with computers class, junior Dan embarks on a strange, mystical journey into the world of getting high before class and a program called Reason

Bumblin'

Hi! I've been playing guitar for 12 years; I play guitar in Yes Yes A Thousand Times Yes (http://yesyes1000timesyes.bandcamp.com/). I currently live in Pittsburgh, PA and attend the University of Pittsburgh for Geology. My biggest influences are probably Dr. Dog, David Bowie, Pile, Cap'n Jazz, Tera Melos, Godspeed, Bellows, Father John Misty, and Animal Collective. I love amnimals.

Dan Hagendorf

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