Postmodern Whirled

by De La Montaña

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"Postmodern Whirled" was recorded between November 2010 and May 2011 in various locales around Santiago, Chile: from inside a hand constructed hovel at the foot of the Andes, to a historic one-bedroom apartment in Providencia. Analog waves were translated into digitally coded sound with one (poorly functioning) PreSonus Inspire audio-interface through a Rode NT1-A condensor mic and a Shure 58 dynamic mic.

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released 31 July 2011
Written by Madison Velding-VanDam 2011

Mixed by Andres Bucci and Madison Velding-VanDam 2011

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tags: ann arbor bedroom pop berlin chillwave glo fi indie lo fi michigan new wave noise pop pop synth pop synthpop tropical dream pop Brooklyn

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Madison Velding-VanDam grew up in Ann Arbor, Michigan, a college town outside of Detroit. The rich musical roots of ... more Midwestern America set the backdrop until he flew to Santiago, Chile to finish a Bachelor's of Philosophy. The stark transition inspired De La Montaña's first record, "Postmodern Whirled": an account of the excitement and isolation of being a conspicuous "gringo" in a South America. less

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Track Name: City Slicker
Lyrics:

I adore you my dear. You give the grass its color. How? I don’t know. But it seemed like a good foray to see your dress. To touch your legs. I’m a city slicker. I come from the mountains. I’m a city slicker. I only know what I read in books. I come from the mountains. I can ride wild horses. So let me touch your dress. Like a city slicker. From the mountains. We can ride wild horses - Neil Young’s horses.
Track Name: Golden Soul
Lyrics:

These are the smartest ones I know. Passing out in the back of the discothèque. Choking on the same distant dreams I’ve owned. So many years to come. Don’t lose them hangin’ up. These are the wisest ones I know. Fucking up at every corner stone. Running straight through this absurdest dream. (I'll never leave this body.) Waking up and wondering “who’s that next to me?” We’re just drawing on the coat tails. Of your golden soul. There’s nothing that I want. There’s nothing that I’ve won. We’re just drawing on the coattails of your golden soul. (I'll never .... your body, I'll never leave this body.)
Track Name: Billy Graham Stole My Girl
Lyrics:

When you found god, you never went dancing anymore. So we need to get married. Just to please the clergy, we can have kids - that’s cool with me. Let’s move to the country to live in a commune. Or we can elope and honeymoon at your brother’s missionary in Peru. Let’s never stop traveling; strive to see the world before we’re old. Let’s never stop laughing; strive to keep the love we have in our home. Before we’re living in the future, let’s live in the now. Live in the bed. Make you scrambled eggs in the morning! Before, we’re living in the future. Let’s live in the now 'cause you’re the finest thing I have ever seen. Please, you keep my interest and I’m so selfish. I know I can save you from soul implosion. Please, don’t leave this.
Track Name: Money Hungry Astronauts
Lyrics:

There’s something about the lake that keeps my interest, but there’s something about drowning in a pool I can stand in. There’s something about a life doing dishes that doesn’t seem so bad - compared to being an asshole millionaire. There’s something about the meaninglessness of the universe. There’s something about being high and drunk and ranting about it. There’s something about being in your mid-twenties and feeling "auto left out," that doesn’t seem so bad - compared to being an uptight stock broker. Who grows up to think “I want to be on Wall Street”? We want to be astronauts. It’s pretty so fuck it. We’re up, off, and away! I'm charmed to meet you though I've been trying hard to beat you all along. I'm charmed. I'm charmed to see you. I've been trying for too long to run away. Now I'm charmed. Charmed. Who grows up to think “I want to be on Wall Street”? We want to be astronauts. Money hungry astronauts! It’s pretty so fuck it. We’re up, off, and away...
Track Name: Postmodern Whirled
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Postmodern girl in your “blogger” world: you are so beautiful (except when you speak in real life). There’s something I want to say to your face, but when I don’t get the chance, at least we can talk about it on chat. What am I doing here? In this city bustling with nothing but freaks. Cold people in warm climates. A continent away and not a thing has changed. Let’s admire our lives like going through old photos of when we weren’t cool. Then we can’t stay pissed off so long about whose "what" went in to the "who." While it should give us cred that Iggy Pop went to our high school, that dude’s from Ypsil, he's not "bourge" like me (like you). The human condition took two million years to be this way. For now it stays.
Track Name: Flowers
Lyrics:

The flowers are coming, but now they’re on the tip of my tongue. On the beach and we’re running and I don’t even know which ocean we’re on. Don’t say summer is a distance running, when we’re coming. My body is burning (from too many hours in the sun). The colors are turning from cliche purple to transcendent oranges. I promise you, I’m stepping out of soft shelled lies and chamomile thighs. I breathe the smoke from my gun and steal all the sunshine and metal 'cause I don’t know what’s right anymore. I never knew what was right before.
Track Name: Pity Party
Lyrics:

I feel fine. Like a thousand rounds of alcohol shared with my future wife. In real time. Like the crowd that gathers late at night to force a piece of mind. That’s a blatant lie. She said she likes the Dutch. I’m Dutch. What gives? I feel fine (I feel fine). Let’s go wandering. We have the written right to live in trees in disguise and make up glowing stories that answer questions “why?” We’ll only mess around a little. Bonobos do it too. And we can fly, fly, fly. Pretend that we’re blowing forward in our wondrous lives. In under five, we swim it well along the crash of rusty brass. This year is unlucky, but sings of silky swans pushing a gross above below. A clanking sendoff. Throw up into the sky.
Track Name: Pink León
Lyrics:

Leon, you’re always into hang-ups. I know you love her, but she’s only 12. She too wants to kill, but there’s a balance. Take a swig of milk; training begins tomorrow. There are always morals, hiding in between scenes. A life of lost love or hers riddled with drugs. (I am already grown up, I just get older.) You’ll never let them capture her, but crooked cops still roam the streets. Through the walls and you will save her (take me through the walls!). Take a swig of milk; training begins tomorrow. León, we all feel the tension. But like John Wayne, there’s heroism in your cells. Now absolve your guilt and step in balance. Take a swig of milk; training begins tomorrow. The climax will make or break a great film. Will he find redemption? Does she really know love? With your last words you’ll avenge her... (León you’re always into hang ups!) With your last words you’ll avenge her... (Take a swig of milk, training begins tomorrow.)
Track Name: Batty Haus
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It’s bad math, when I’ve been covered in rich people. When I’ve been rolling through cigarette clouds into oceans of bad sex and ridicule. I promise you, I'm a Midwestern boy "Please, thank you." Now, go off alone, until the town closes in on you. Feels like you're swimmin' in inner tubes. Every soirée’s such a cruel joke. But we’ll laugh it (ha ha ha), this town’s just a batty house. In this batty house we’ll drink 40s on the porch. In this batty house, we’ll make love for hours (on dirty couches). In this batty house only question without answer. In this batty house. (Maybe the existentialist has got it wrong and we'll keep partying in the afterlife.) In this batty house, all the beer's from Germany. In this batty house, the buzz around my ears my has meaning. In this batty house, there's no need to terrify. In this batty house. No matter who you steal. No matter what you kill. There's always different "miscommunications" between aborigines and “originese.” No matter who you save. No matter who you do. There's always different "miscommunications" between fantasy and aborigines. In this batty house.
Track Name: Mainland v. Ocean
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On the southern beaches, I will pledge allegiance to the ocean gray. Run away from the dangers of 2012, when the money stops flowing through the river downtown. What’s a matter with you? You’re just a little pawn in the great big ocean fallin’. The ocean started fighting back. The little town turns into a big city. The big city keeps on running back. The big city turns into a little town.
Track Name: Dawn Of The Townie
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The gig is up, but the soul is high tide. We’re fast asleep in our hometown. Grow up soon so the townies will have their day. Our girls that put out flew out state, but the townies will have their day. We’ll have our day. I’ll see you at the top. Hit the bottle and the rock (and roll). Straight to the top. We're fast asleep in our hometown, but the townies will have their day.