Thoughts are things

by Danielle Savage

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released July 15, 2010

Captain Audio Engineer: Ryan Schick
Lieutenant Audio Engineer: Tom Goodwin
Produced by danielle savage, Tom Goodwin, and Ryan Schick

Tom Goodwin: percussion, drums, vocal harmonies, gargling
Ryan Schick: recorder, piano, gargling, vocal harmonies, djembe
Lee Holland: Upright and Electric Bass
Danielle Savage: Melodica, gargling, guitar, banjo, recorder, mandolin, hand drums

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Track Name: no flags
No Flags
Head in suburban hell, feet out to sea. Hold up your morals, keep the devil from meeting you.. Friends and foes, makes no difference you see. They're all here to help you learn to live (& love)….

No flags, no wars, no busy traffic lanes. mmmmm

Head in tomorrow, the worlds stuck on today. Where you going? Why you worried 'bout getting paid? Don't you know all you've got to do is erase the sands of time???

No flags, no wars, no busy traffic lanes. mmmmm

Head in the cloud, your heart is in me. Your spirit don't need no outlet you see that it don't matter what you're doing, you've got to remember why you came here.

No flags, no wars, no busy traffic lanes. mmmmm
Track Name: Tables
Tables (danielle savage 2008)

And walk this road,
Through thick and thin,
Whether I lose, Or if I win.
No beggin' mercy, and I love the heat.
Said oh! oh, to be human, in all it's skins.

And if it rolls,
Or if it weeps,
And if I'm getting, in way too deep,
I wake up laughing, 'cuz the tables have turned.
Said oh! Don't you turn away from, the feelings that come.

I got no pride,
I've got no shame.
I've got no rule, I got no blame
But I've got no-thing, and it fills me to the brim.
And if yer feeling portable; you've goooot to move.

And walk this road,
Through thick and thin.
Whether I lose, Or if I win.
I wake up laughing! And how the tables do turn.
Said oh! Don't turn away from....
Don't turn away.
Track Name: real food
REAL FOOD----danielle savage. written sept 28, 2008 and march 2010.

Oh, sadness evaporates, like sweat.
And oh, the madness of Violence Leaves me now, to myself.
And my cheeks have seen enough, flooding pouring down, as a reminder of the bittersweet sentiments that had drowned out a real thought coming through, and providing me with you, with what i need to do…

You've got to listen, to their theories on war, listen, to the things you may abhorr, and listen, to all you get exposed to, and don't even try to process it, just give it back raw as real food.

real Food, Real Foooood. Real Food.

Real foooood. Oh, it's coming around. Oh, what's gonna feed our bodies now? We need sustenance and good love, and to do away with time…you've got to live outside your living room, and quit calling everything "mine".

Oh, mindlessness finds no place here, though it's not full. But the space is just space, not endless somethings, filled to the top with anything. And my heart has felt enough, restless yearnings reaching out, as a reminder of the ghostlike mayhem that had found out it's way in to my script, but now that I'm equipped, to stop pointing fingers, I will.

You've got to listen, to all you get. listen, with both ears and your head, listen, now, more than you could, and don't even worry what comes of it, just give it out -RAW- as real food,

real food, real fooooood. Real food.

Real Fooooood. Oh, they're coming around. Oh, who's gonna feed our bodies now? We need sustenance and real love, and to do away with time. You've got to give up on controlling it, and quit calling everything "mine".

Listen to your ducks, if you got 'em in a row. Listen to tomorrow, (be)cause it's coming through your door, listen, listen, to the beating of your heart. listen, listen, so you know where to start.

Listen to the doors cos they're coming right down, listen to your walls cos they're falling around. Listen to your windows as they crash to the ground. listen to your roof and it's crumbling sound.
(Be)cause you don't need no doors, and you don't need no walls, and you don't even need a house and you don't even need a law, and you don't need to own it all , and you don't need to have it all, and you don't need to break the fall, and you don't need to make it all, and all you've got to do is stop, and all you've got to do is ask, and all you've got to do is look, and all you've got to do is bask (in it) in it…..
Track Name: I don't mean to be rude.
I don't mean to be rude.---(danielle savage---written on Norma Chargoys roof in Coyoacan, Mexico, d.f., on jan. 5, 2009.)

Yes I'm sure we've gone mad, and I truly care. i know that you can feel it too, whether or not you choose to share. I've quit understanding why there's merit in holding it in, but instead of cutting power grids, I'm gonna sing…

My- heart is fluctuating. I- feel elated then like shaking. Where you go to find your solitude? I don't wanna be curt, I don't mean to be rude.

Yes it's a mess, there are too many things to care about- but do yourself a favour, and know what you can do without. I was overtaken, by a senseless pity. but now my face won't leak no more, I'm starting to breathe.

My- whole world is oscillating. I- feel elated then like breaking. Where (do) you go to find your solitude? I don't wanna be curt, I don't mean to be rude.

Oooh, but it's good for you. This solitude, I don't mean to seem removed. But it's ne, necessary.

Oh, Yes I'm a handful, and we all gotta be, accountable for ourselves. But I just don't get why it's worth it, to hold it, so tight. Who was I trying to spare? Going through the motions, though I couldn't bear it. But I am here, despite myself, and I'm not made of accidents, and I don't have to yell. So right, right, right I don't want to be. Oh, it's only you, that's good for me..….

Oh the whole world, is fluctuating. I- feel (all) elated then like shaking. Where (do ) you go to find your solitude? I don't mean to be curt, I don't mean to be rude. I don't mean to be curt, I don't wanna be rude. I don't wanna be curt, I don't mean to be rude. I don't mean to be curt, I don't mean to be rude.
Track Name: first world blues
First World Blues--(danielle savage. written may 2009 mexico d.f., santo domingo house while sitting on the grey desk after zachary went skateboarding one day).

I won't sit still, and no I won't get a job, I've got better things for my time. And just 'cuz you're values tell you that you need more stuff, (it) doesn't mean that these are mine. I don't want a car and I don't need a house or 3 square meals made by who? I just wanna dig stuff and do it for myself, and now I've got the first world blues.

I don't need a better club to go and dull my senses at, dancing only when I'm drunk. And I don't need a wardrobe made by a store so that I can propagate it's junk. I don't need a T.V. and I don't need to find me in quizzes in the magazines. I just wanna make stuff and sing things and wake up! and now I see the first world fiends.

Said I don't get my hair done, I never want to own a gun, and water tastes better than lattes. And I don't need to combat the panic news format with empty optimism and a mock-face. I don't want another "ism" or a religion, or another system for to do my bidding's. I just wanna make a break and move beyond this sorry state, because the first world is sinking.

I don't need a savior nor is my behavior dictated by the wrath of someone else. And I don't need to make sure my assets are secure or force myself to live in hell. Said I don't need a vacation or validation through being too busy for myself. I just need to breathe and suspend this disbelief about the ominous, first world smell.
Track Name: no strings
No Strings:--(danielle savage--written in Mexico, d.f. in late 2008)

I will not fight, and no I don't want a ride. I know you'd like to get some ass, but find some other patch-of-grass. I am not your stop-at-the-side-of-the-road-and-assert-your-dominance-over kind of gal. When I woke up in here, I had a feeling, in my stomach. And now I'm asking you---please leave me alone.

Now when I wandered by your 'scene'---I knew right then it weren't for me. I know you like the games you play, if you didn't have them what would you do all day? I'll make you an explicit diorama of your life, of your life, of your life. And when you see it you will say "oh my god! do I really cause such a strife???"

You can tell by his face, that man he means no grace. it could be a woman, too. They are the kind that will take from you-I said now they aint got no power source, if they find your jack they'll plug into yours, and run it dry. You can clearly make out their form with your eye(s), and when you do, they won't catch you by surprise.

You you you, you you you, you you you you, you got some changing to do. You, you've got some changing to do, or it's only a matter of time, (be)fore someone sticks it to you.

Oooohhh, you aint gotta acquiesce everybody. No, you don't gotta hang around no hole. You aint gotta say it with force, no no, but I'll tell you as a matter of course. Use your tongue right, not everything is white white white, make yourself clear and then you can leave with no strings, no strings, no strings.

No strings(ba dah dah) No strings (ba dah duh) no strings (ba dah dah)
Track Name: 9 foot fences
9 FOOT FENCES--(danielle savage 2009)

Peace is like a river--it was feeling estranged, I don't know what to say and I don't know who to blame anymore.
Peace is like a river, but it won't tell you what to do, I don't know what to say and I don't know who is who anymore.
Wipe out the enemy, with force.

Fight the war on drugs, on thugs, on terror, on bugs, on your neighbour, on whatever you can think of. On the crazy that fear too much, or the senseless that don't fear enough; their soft spots are getting tough….if you aint got no soft spots, how you gonna know that you've been touched?

Lock up your daughters, put up 9 foot fences. Don't talk to your neighbour. Don't listen to the lines you're fed. And don't forget to mention how well secured your fortress is, and don't forget to mention how well secured your fortress is, and don't forget to mention, how you cannot be easily fooled. Peace, is like a river.

Emotions are like your liver; they filter all the crap. The dead and rotten stuff, and those that would attack. So keep your feelings intact, and differentiate, between your own emotions, and those provoked by hate. Or someone else's string pulling, on all your sentiments. Which when used in this way can only lock you in. And make you susceptive, to suggestibility, for example, the way to feel better is (to) put up another fence that you don't neeeeeed.

Fight the war on drugs on thugs on terror on bugs, on the "EPIDEMIC'', on whatever you can think of…on your auntie who fears too much, or your cousin that's actin' up---their soft spots have gotten tough…if you aint got no soft spots, how you gonna know that you've been touched???
Track Name: plight of time
Plight of Time--(danielle savage--written dec. 2007, Oaxaca).

You wouldn't weigh your time, and I would not measure my life. But I know it's worth the while to stay up and ride all night. Said oh, you don't owe me, nothing, not even your company. Oh nobody owns this, owning it's been sold up and gone…(ownership is for "companies")…I felt into this feeling, and I know just what it is, but I hardly said a word about it to ya when you gonna ask me why??

I reserve the right, to do just as I want all the time, and you have this same right too, you aint got to explain to nobody….

Oh, it's our plight, hey yeah.
So take it by the horns, and ride.
And you are not indifferent, no way no nor am I.
So shake it off, what's illin' your mind.

Ah-and I bleed this wound, I lick with my tongue and antiseptic, too. And I know I got it for you, but I've got to clean the house. My heart is made of wood, my heart is made of gold, my heart is made of water, and it is going to rain. Said you could spend your life, entertaining every possibility, but there's so many places, if you think like that you'll go fucking crazy.

(But no matter what) we will keep it your right, do do just as you like all the time, and THANK THE FORCES THAT BE THERE ARE PEOPLE THAT KNOW HOW THEY WANT TO LIVE!

It's our plight, hey yeah.
So grab it by the horns, and ride.
And you are not indifferent, no way no nor am I,
So shake it off, what's illin' your mind.

Mortality, it aint nobody's friend or enemy. No, no, no, nobody's but ME (and you)yeah…woah uh-oh and there aint a cause you can see it's true, yeah, be dum bum bum, and it' revealing it's fallacy.
Track Name: you are saved (thoughts are things)
You are saved (thoughts are things)--(danielle savage--2008 & 2009)

Contemporary willing is losing, losing more, than resources and time. You can't expect anybody to save you, but you can take it for your own. You are saved, you are saved!!! Go on, make it your name.

Si tienes algo que decir, dilo pronto, dilo fuerte, dilo que sientes, sino, calla y encuentra paz en tu silencio.

With words, you can kill or you can heal. it's your choice, it's your choice. You can have it, oh you can have it--go on, reach out and grab it. Cos' there is non-one gonna bring salvation to you, but you can make it for yourself. Get off your duff, get off your duff- get out, and work your stuff.

Si tienes algo que hacer, haz lo pronto, hazlo fuerte, hazlo que sientes, sino, calla y encuentra paz en tu silencio.

ooooohhhhh, ooohhhhh, ooohhhhh.

you say "it was a breeze", well, wind does blow. And like the wind when your thoughts blow across the water, they're going to land on someone else's shore. And one day, when you get to travelling you gonna greet them on that shore, you gonna greet them on that shore, you gonna see them on that shore.
Track Name: polluted youth
Polluted Youth--(danielle savage--written 2004 in california? lest this get misinterpreted (even to myself), let me say here that the homogeneity and ''baggage'' spoken about in this song is NOT, in fact, necessary to hold on to, rather; the song is pointing at a commonly held paralysis-through-complacency attitude that compels people/us/them (whoever "they" are) to interpret our perceived "problems" through the lens of "oh it's just genetic, or generational, or societal", or whatever. Which may be true, but I just wanted to state here that, in my opinion, the apathy pointed at in this song IS what keeps the perceived "problems" perpetuating, and that they are a weak reason to stay stuck in the mud about anything. It may be "genetic", but some part of you wants it, or you'd be fixated on the change needed to end the issue instead).

"I know the "polluted youth" I heard what they want from you, they said "don't put no feeling towards it, 'cuz in the end you can fuck it or join in"

It becomes one and the same, it's our way, of bowing out lightly. I never heard a word I was told by the age old high and mighty. Breed your bags down to the next generation, and try to hold em there, look down at another, polluted youth.

They say "you're always worse off than the last ones" . I may look small, but I carry a big gun. The days of old are behind us. Look forward with all your blind trust. And I'm sure it don't matter what you do, it all comes out as polluted youth (do you really believe this????)…..

It becomes one and the same it's our way, of bowing out lightly. i never heard a word i was told, by the age old high and mighty. Breed your bags, down to the next generation, look down at another, disenfranchised youth….

Stupid little basket heads, daddy didn't do his job with you. Mis-represented little you, biters, haters, its all (weighing) on YOU.

It becomes one and the same, it's our way, of bowing out lightly. I never heard a word I was told by the age old high and mighty. Breed your bags, down to the next generation, and try to hold 'em there---pass it on to another, polluted youth.
Track Name: look here lady-man
Look-Here-Lady-Man---(danielle savage--written dec. 30, 31, 2008, on the Chargoy family's roof, coyoacan, d.f.)

Look here lady, I don't want your man-friend, look here man, I don't want your girl. Just cuz I looked you's in the eye when you walked by, it don't mean I had a motive why. I didn't know I need a motive why.

The days are passed with passerby. if I get curious, I glance 'em in the face. I'm not sure why I should cast away my eyes, I don't know why she swallowed that fly, perhaps we'll die.

Look here lady I don't want your woman. Look here man, I don't need (to have)your guy. Just (be)cause I glanced at they when you walked by, it didn't mean I had a reason why. I didn't know I need a reason why/.

People are such an anomaly! When you look at them, there's so much too see. Sometimes they're MAD, sometimes they're pleased. Sometimes they're jealous, when you look, you'll see.

Look here lady-man, I don't want your woman-manfriend. Look here, I don't gotta get with your (significant) "other". Just because I looked you's in the eyes when you walked by, it don't mean I had a fire in my pants. It don't mean I wanna go down on your ass. ass. ass. ass.

Why would I want to steal your partner? Don't you think just maybe that I got my own(/ could find my own)? And why would I want the kind of person that looks longingly at other women when they've (already) got one beside them?>?

Look here lady, I am not a sexual opportunist (or attention fiend). Look here man, this is not a conquest. And there are those who never look in each other's eyes, but I looked at all of yours and they were very nice. And may I add, they were very nice.

And, may I add, you have very nice eye's.
Track Name: papercuts
Papercuts.--(danielle savage--written march 2005. NoLa. edited later that year (I think)? (my heart spelling out the sound of my thoughts)).

Lord know, gonna cause a roll, build your home, and I need this time I know, by the time it's over, no, can I get my soul, oh, into this body? Where is the ground, that leaves without a sound? What is this emotion, that causes my heart to pound? It's right now spelling out, the sound of my thoughts and it's oh, so loud..…

Woah, the whole world seemed so VERY loud. It felt like papercuts, coming in on every sound. So I rolled, with the motion of it, beating out (loud)…

Can't find the future, can't get (back) to before. I need this time, I know, you can't make it more. Can I get my whole person into this body? Where is the ground, that leaves without a sound? What is this emotion that causes my heart to pound? It's right now spelling out the sound of my thoughts and it's oh, soooo, loud…

Woah, the whole world felt SO VERY loud. It felt like papercuts, coming in on every sound. So I rolled, with the motion of it, beating out, beating ouuuut loud. Saying breathe. breathe.

Envy this life/ light, I told you you're right, it goes to show , you can't hide from nothing. Try as we may you're born for this day. Who wants to be a protoge anyway?

Oh, the whole world FELT SO VERY LOUD. it felt like papercuts coming in on every sound. So i rolled with the motion of it, beating out, beating out loud…beating out loud. Beating out loud.....
Track Name: boondocks
Boondocks---(danielle savage--written in 2006 in the Okanagan)

I- found myself way too caught up in words and thoughts. I couldn't get my mind to shut off. Couldn't get my brain to shut up! So in the boondocks, is where I came to pull myself together, is where I came to get over the weather, no matter what the weather.

I- found myself caught up in webs and circumstances. the drama of the people all around me, was tugging on me. Pulling my heartstrings, making me believe it can't be easy, or at the very least fucking fantastic, I pulled my heart up to my eye-bones, to take a better look around, yeah.

I- found myself way too caught up in words and thoughts, couldn't get my brain to shut off. Didn't get my emotions in check. So, in the boondocks, is where I came to throw myself together, i came to put myself right back together, no matter what the weather.
Track Name: The Plains
the Plains--(danielle savage)

it's days away, but I can still hear them say; "it's a game, yeah, yeah, but don't forget your name. or that you came with obligations, to live just like your father did". I'm not sure if I've been here before, but now that I seen it I know I'll come back for more. I don't know how old we gotta grow before I'm allowed to see your soul.

why do birds cry to me? Why don't birds just fly, you see? I love the old days, but I had to walk away. I love the old days, but I had to walk away.

A hazy day, but they'll still remember to say; "it's a game, and I'm sure to forget your name-or that you came with moral obligation's, and I just can't be too sure what side you're showing me". I don't know if you've been here before--but once they see it, they'll always come back for more. I don't know if you plan on growing old, said all I know about you is what I've been told.

why do birds cry to me? I'm sure that they could just take off in flight if they pleased. i love the old days, but I had to walk away. I love the old days, but I had to walk away.

why do birds cry out to the sea? I know that these people could just take off and fly if they pleased. You may love the old days, but you've got to walk away, said you may love the old days, but sometimes you've got to walk.