How We Eat the Sun

by Dani House

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about

Songs ranging from naive bittersweet folk-mess confessions to lonely late-night bedside performances, tied together with high energy, loud and obnoxious suburban basement boredom rock 'n' roll.

"We really liked it until we heard music." - Rolling Stone

"I would rather listen to young men regurgitate on each other... Actually that doesn't sound too bad."
- Roger Ebert

"My favorite album of all time, it makes me feel reborn."
- Cyrano de Bergerac

credits

released 29 April 2011
Written, performed, and produced by Dani House
Live drums by Andrew Swain (also synth on 3, guitar on 16.)

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tags: alt. country alternative anti-folk indie pop lo-fi psych folk anti-folk basement boredom rock experimental freak folk suburban whiteboy schizo blues Fort Wayne

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about

I've been making bedroom/basement/apartment etc. recordings in Fort Wayne, IN since 2007. By either coincidence or intent you have found me, and only by the former will you relate to or enjoy the noises I make. Regardless, thank you for stopping by!

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Track Name: 5 Wells
Well well well well well...
Track Name: If I Could Be An Animal
If I could be an animal
I'd be a bird of song
Do cliche things like fly around
And sing all day long
I'd never be cold or hungry
Or else I'd just fly South
Unless somebody shot me down
And then I would fall into the sea
And become a fish instead
And finally learn to swim
Without the fear of drowning to death
There'd always be adventures
And new things deeper down
Until somebody fished me out
And then I would sprout arms and legs
And become a flying squirrel
And glide across the water to dry land
I'd hang out all day in the trees
And never pay my rent
Until a rabid dog came and ate me up
If I could be an animal
Then I would be a cat
The cutest one that ever lived
So you would love me back
I'd claw your lovers faces off
Until they ran and fled
But I am just myself
So I wrote this song instead
Track Name: Magic Hobgoblin Silly String Gun
Make your monster look like an angel
Mix it in your drink and feel like a martyr
Ink blots sun spots selling smoke
Blow it out your eyes and see your ghost
Salad bars and fake fur coats
A cannibal told me I taste like soap
Mister Fister in my tub
Potty training cats with a baseball glove
Mommy's little H-Bomb dressed like a cigarette
Running off into the sunset
We're not holding back we won't hold back
We're not holding back we won't hold back

Magic Hobgoblin Silly String Gun
Track Name: Robots & Cigarettes
I've got a headache and it really sucks
It makes me wish I didn't have a head at all
Robots and cigarettes are pretty cool
So are shitty movies and acting a fool
Hands hands raise your hands
Wrap your hands around the Sun
And bring it down, bring it down
Down down down to me
Share it and we'll melt our hands together now
I forgot to write this part down
So I'll just keep on going like-
One thing that I don't like is acting sane
I'd rather run around the streets like a train
Hands hands raise your hands
Wrap your hands around the Sun
And bring it down, bring it down
Down down down to me
Share it and we'll melt our hands together now
I don't even know why I wrote this song
I think I'll end it right here 'cause it's way too long
Track Name: Thursday Afternoon
I'm walking on a beach made of ice
As the sidewalks slowly melt away
I feel like I'm invisible but I don't mind
I'm shaking off the Winter
The dinner plate sky stretches over my eyes
As a garbage truck swerves off road
30 missed calls from a bathroom stall
And the wind sticks to my skin
And if I fall you know it's 'cause I didn't wanna
Fly because I didn't want your head to explode
And when the sting wears off
Just keep pushing your luck along
I'm watching people on the TV
They've all got cigarettes for heads
There's a killer in the trash can
He's grabbing at planes overhead
I'm on my fourth or fifth cassette tape
Drinking Kool-Aid on the lawn
I'm singing this song to you
And I hope you don't mind
If I hog up all your voice mail
And if I run you know it's 'cause I didn't wanna
Die 'cause with you I'm always coming close
If you can find your lungs I'll let you keep talking
Track Name: Nutter Butters
Nutter Butters on holiday
Nutter Butters working every day
Nutter Butters go for a walk
Nutter Butters don't talk the talk
Nutter Butters at the candy store
Nutter Butters aren't candy though!
Nutter Butters singing Kumbaya
Nutter Butters pull a coup d'etat
Nutter Butters stealing all your shit
Nutter Butters selling all your shit
Nutter Butters spilling coffee on
Other Nutter Butters at the hair salon
Nutter Butters come out to play
Nutter Butters win every game!
Track Name: I Wrote This Song About the Summer, Even Though It's Only Spring
Summer time reminds me of this song
Because I wrote it about the summer
Even though it's only spring
It's the time of year I never sleep
And put off my priorities
And devote every day to having fun
It reminds me of that Dairy Queen
With all those old arcade machines
Like Donkey Kong and Galaga
I don't know where they ended up
I never thought of going far
Until I learned to play guitar
And then we'd run around the mall
Singing to no one at all
And we'd call that church across the street
And get their answering machine
And try not to laugh while we'd sing
About shitting in the kitchen sink
It's like how we found Wesley Willis
And his unpoetic genius
'Cause we stayed up 'til 6AM
Doing dumb shit on the internet
And making love not war's alright
But I can't fuck and I can't fight
I'd rather just be making friends
Than sleep with someone else's friends
And I miss my friends most of the time
But we're supposed to move with the times
And I can't seem to get it right
So I hope I don't get left behind
Track Name: I Was An Android
There was a story
I wrote it about you
I was an android
And you were a boy
And the pages were empty
Except for the spots where
My tears made the page wet
And I could not write on them
I've stolen your eyes
And placed them in the sky
One replaced the Sun
While the other the Moon
Then there was a fire
It swallowed my voice
And I couldn't call out
To see where it took you
But I know that this wasn't for the first time
Wasn't for the last time
And our voices only carry so far
As we sing doo-doo-doo
Doo-doo-doo-doo-doo-doo
And when I think that I'm too small
For this giant world it's a monster's world
I think of the spider that's a monster to someone
Who stepped on it like a monster too
There was an army
Of toys from your childhood
But they were all broken
And we could not fix them
So you ran away
I tried to catch you
But I just grew smaller
And found I had joined them
Now as a toy
I'm learning to cope with
Guitars and pianos
The toys all around me
To show when I'm happy
And when I am not
Don't misunderstand me
I am not complaining
Track Name: The Voices
The voices in his closet said "You cry too much"
The voice under his bed said "Your time is up"
The voices in his head said
"You're coming back with us"
They took him to the bridge and said "You'll never win"
"Love will never find you, your fate is this"
"Just let yourself fall
'Cause the world will never let you fly"
But a tiny voice beneath my pillow while I sleep
Said "Listen to me and you'll find what you seek"
I can't express how much you saved me
The flashlight in my dreams where I could never see
Track Name: More Than My Life
There's a stranger sleeping in my room
He drank my soda and he stole my shoes
I told him he could have my life
But if you need any more I'll be gone
I'm watching people go by at the speed of sound
I'm trying to run but my legs are giving out
There's a hotel on the corner
I think I might be sleeping there alone
There's an old man chasing after me
Trying to catch me on his fishing pole
And then I'm dog-piled by the SWAT team
For stealing a pot pie from the store
I'm working on a chain gang now
Looking for some way out
So I jumped in the back of a truck
Going the speed of sound
It's taking me away to some new town
Well I told the warden to take my life
But if you need any more I'll be gone
Track Name: What Can I Say?
I like to be dumb sometimes
'Cause otherwise I'd lose my mind
I like to laugh at stupid shit all day
And it's hard for me to get a job
'Cause I have too much fun fucking around
But not in the literal sense
Because sex sucks and I suck at it
So what can I say?
I'm just really lame
At least I can laugh about it and not mind
I like to be dumb sometimes
And run around naked like I'm blind
And throw my TV down the stairs
And get weird food stuck in my hair
And I won't mind what you think of me
When you see me drinking gasoline
What can I say?
I'm just really lame
At least I can laugh about it and not mind
At least I can sing about it and not mind
Track Name: Walk On My Hands
I'm coming home as long as dinner's nice and cold
Take out my teeth and lock me away in the belfry
There's fire hydrants leaking gasoline beneath me
And I just walk on by on my hands
My joints are froze I've been sleeping in these bones
These paintings on my wall are all vasoline and hot sauce
A 12-foot lady bug is trying to steal my mail
And I just walk on by on my hands