Debut EP; release date 10/17/2025— An acoustic collection of 7 original songs. These are MP3 files; if you want other digital formats, go to: https://giadagenhart.bandcamp.com/album/artifact
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Anthropology by Gia Dagenhart
I am a wolf
You are a paleontologist
I took your bones
How could I resist
Now you'll never know how to prove we exist
Even so, there are ghosts that persist
And I'll take your heart and I won't let it go
'Cause it's beating all alone, so I'll swallow it whole—
Whole, I'll swallow it whole
I am a bird
You are an etymologist
I took your words
To decorate my nest
Now you'll never know how to prove we exist
Even so, there are ghosts that persist
And I'll take your heart and I won't let it go
'Cause it's beating all alone, so I'll swallow it whole—
Whole, I'll swallow it whole
Ahhhh, ah ahhhhhh
Ahhhh ah ahhh oh!
Ahhhh, ah ahhhhhh
Ahhhh ah ahhh
Ah ah, ah, ahh ahhh
Whole, I'll swallow it whole!
© Gia Dagenhart 2025, Hat Garden Records. All music BMI. All rights reserved.
Sophia by Gia Dagenhart
Sophia presses flowers so that they can last forever
By forever, I mean three years at best
I tell her not to worry when the petals lose their color
And she tells me they're still pretty in her head
And Sophia wrote a novel that was full of empty pages
And she laughed and got impatient
When I said I didn't get it
But now I think I know what she meant
That there's something in the blankness
That says so much
About the things that words can't touch
So how long will she wait for her flowers to bloom?
While she stretches out her branches, I will gnaw at the roots
And how long will it take to unravel her heart?
While she’s crying in the mirror and calling it art
Sophia
Sophiiiaaa
She left me at the fountain dedicated to the children
That nobody's allowed to play in
And she pictures herself drowning in the shallow of the water
Like she's not somebody's daughter
Like she's no one at all
But there’s something in the water
That says so much
About the things that light can’t touch
So how long will she wait for her flowers to bloom?
While she stretches out her branches, I will gnaw at the roots
And how long will it take to unravel her heart?
While she’s crying in the mirror and calling it art
Sophia
Sophiiiiaaa
Sooophia
Sophia
© Gia Dagenhart 2025, Hat Garden Records. All music BMI. All rights reserved.
Forgiven by Gia Dagenhart
There's a portrait through your window
From a place you've never seen
You don't quite know how it got there
But you wonder what it means
And there's a folder on your laptop
That you won't open for ten years
And by the time you finally find it
It's corroded by your tears
And how could you have known that you'd be treated as a sin?
From the moment you were born, you'd have to beg to be forgiven
And the story keeps on going like the artifacts of stone
That made their way into your pocket—they're the proof you're not alone
There's a pawprint on the pavement at the bus stop by your house
And there's a feather on your jacket from the day we went downtown
And I'll be screaming that I'm sorry, and you'll say it's not my fault
But there's a truth within the shadow of the mirror on your wall
There's a doodle in your sketchbook of a porcelain figurine
That gathers dust inside the cupboard while the table stays pristine
And there's a tiny little number on the tag inside your vest
And a divot from my finger in the cavern of your chest
And how could you have known that you'd be treated as a sin?
From the moment you were born, you'd have to beg to be forgiven
And the story keeps on going like the artifacts of stone
That made their way into your pocket–they're the proof you're not alone
© Gia Dagenhart 2025, Hat Garden Records. All music BMI. All rights reserved.
Tiger and Cleo by Gia Dagenhart
Cleo crawls out the cat door
Every morning before breakfast at dawn
She prances between flower beds,
‘Neath petunias, towards the neighbor’s lawn
While Tiger sits at his windowsill Watching birds wrench their worms from the grass
Waiting for his tabby lover
To emerge on the other side of the glass
She’ll greet him with a meow
And he’ll flex his mighty paws
She’ll show off with a pounce
Before singing him this song:
“Let’s go chasing mice together
Any time would do
It wouldn’t matter what the weather
But Tiger, you’re an indoor cat
So I guess this song will have to do”
Cleo’s owner is getting worried
‘Cause she disappears for days at a time
And Tiger paws at the doorway
And he howls out the window every night:
“Why can’t we chase mice together?
Any time would do
It wouldn’t matter what the weather
But Cleo, you’re an outdoor cat
So I guess this song will have to do”
© Gia Dagenhart 2025, Hat Garden Records. All music BMI. All rights reserved.
Lift by Gia Dagenhart, Melissa Dagenhart
Sitting in a pile of nobody loves me
Standing on a heap of no one cares
This place is too familiar
No one can reach me here
But can’t you feel it on the wind?
Feel its wings caress your skin?
How the moon lights up at night
Basking in her silver light
Oh, you’ll taste its bitter kiss
Feel it stain your pretty lips
The way that cherries stain your fingertips
Ahhh, ahhh, ahh
Ahhh, ahhh, ahh
You’re wrecked and worn and weary, baked by the sun
Don’t need to find a desert ‘cause you are one
You look for an oasis, or some camouflage
But the water that you’re drinking is just a mirage
And can’t you feel it on the wind?
Feel its wings caress your skin?
How the moon lights up at night
Basking in her silver light
Oh, you’ll taste its bitter kiss
Feel it stain your pretty lips
The way that cherries stain your fingertips
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh
Ahhh, ahhh, ahhh
Ahh ah ah ah ah ah ah ah ah
© Gia Dagenhart, Melissa Dagenhart 2025, Hat Garden Records. All music BMI. All rights reserved.
Empty Nester (radio version) by Gia Dagenhart
Fading poster still taped to your door
Above your old stuffed animals, facedown on the floor
Come play with them, they’re getting bored
Don’t know you flew to warmer shores
And sometimes I hear you calling my name
So I get up to check the empty hallway
And remember it’ll never be the same
‘Cause you’re only a picture in a frame
I’m an empty nester, now
All your things are in my house
I’m still saving you a room
You could always take the couch
You call other places home
Had to grow up on your own
The weeds miss you
The porch lights miss you
The robins on the balcony miss you
And I'm not allowed to
I'm not allowed to
I'm not allowed to
I'm sorry that my house is a mess
It ain't half as bad as the mess in my head
And I know it's the reason you left
Left me all on my own with this hole in my chest
I'm an empty nester, now
All your things are in my house
I'm still saving you a room
You could always take the couch
You call other places home
Had to grow up on your own
The cats miss you
The dust mites miss you
The ashes in the fireplace miss you
And I'm not allowed to
I'm not allowed to
I'm not allowed to
I don't miss you, I don't
I miss you, I miss you
I, you,
I, you
I miss you, I miss you
I don't miss
I miss you
I, you,
I, you
I miss you, I miss you
I miss you, I miss you
I miss you
I miss you
I…
I…
© Gia Dagenhart 2025, Hat Garden Records. All music BMI. All rights reserved.
No Room by Gia Dagenhart
I plucked those berries ripe
They're rotting in my room
But you don't have the right
To call my harvest doomed
To call our harvest…
I gave up all my skin
I thought it'd set me free
But it let too much in
Now there's no room for me
There's no room for…
And I know that it's not fair
To beg for you to care
Oh, just tell me that it's time
To leave this all behind
You said you were mine
You left behind a cup
Of the memory of your kiss
And I poured it in the mud
But the nectar stained my lips
The nectar stained my…
And I know that it's not fair
To beg for you to care
Couldn't look me in the eye
To give me your goodbye
Were we just a lie?
I know I can't have everything
But I just needed anything
And I know you can't give everything
Even though you were my everything
And it was not an accident
When you preyed upon my innocence
And I know I can't have everything
But I just needed anything
You were my everything
© Gia Dagenhart 2025, Hat Garden Records. All music BMI. All rights reserved.