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Home Life

by Vincent Randazzo

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1.
Capers & Lox 02:15
You checked the letter box and closed it with a sigh At home you cooked capers and lox but no one did arrive And you're let down but no one's around to see- and you like it that way You're free to write it all away It couldn't be more obvious; you've grown to fond of this A cool collected confidence because life's already shit How much worse could tables turn? We'll see your sadness is a shield Don't be addicted to the feel
2.
Who's There? 02:43
The faucet in the kitchen leaked all through the night Water rose through the ceiling and the chandelier light So still at the bottom unaware of the view All I did was wait for you The lawn was a forest up to the sky Only that water had kept it alive But cut it I don't for a better view I just like to keep a trail blazed for you Cause maybe your wheels are in motion And you've lost all your lust to explore And dragging the scent of the ocean You'll finally reach my door Ding-dong! That's the song that'll end this blue Get me out of my head and carry me through Cause maybe your wheels are in motion And you've lost all your lust to explore And dragging the scent of the ocean You'll finally reach my door
3.
The Party 03:57
In the morning we'll remain empty bottles- just your headache A lead weight on your day You can be nice when you sweep the floor But curse our hurricane as the rubble you explore There were stories- some accounts of modern glory Roundabout the midnight hour you were found In a closet- not your bed Someone vandalized your head with their black marker pen It was a dump of drunken dreams False starts on new beginnings False hearts and all his winnings in casino chips and bras He likes to believe he's not a lonely man at the party In the bathroom of your house there was snow on all the counters And gossip in the corners and a racket till late hours Some strangers brought you flowers and drank all of your beer We stood around like kings with our slurred philosophies Everyone's been your main squeeze since and hour ago We scoured the floor for a pretty girl's earrings at the party Small talk with a blind date I'm slammed like a pound cake Somebody opened up the champagne the Kennedy's were saving For the ending of the campaign Damn wait- who's got the broom to clean up? Who's house is this? Somebody upchucked that mean stuff Lets get our party on, get down to the break of dawn All the static messages we're sending We are machines, we are machines Finding outlets for our energy Zero, one, two, three, zero, one, two, three Party machines! We are machines, we are machines!
4.
Visitor 04:05
Vistor, visitor, vistor Come to my house- my house I'll pour your drinks till we're laughing Laughing about nothing and our sadness and how much we drank Oh goddamn I wish visitors- visitors could stay Knock on the door, I don't think I'll come It's just the rain but I'll get my gun Oh no visitor, visitor every did stay Or come back once then went out that way Visitor, vistor I'm no hotel room- hotel room! I'm a house and I'm scared my love for you won't fit in your bag I'm a paperweight you're poetry The wind is a blowing me and if ever you leave I'll hear your name is the clapping of thunder and falling of rain Oh my visitor, why don't you stay? I won't charge you rent- just one more day with you One more day with my visitor We can be friends The walls of this house- they're just book ends Yeah, we're tales of sadness and laughter and join And when we're done? When we're done we can read them again Vistor, visitor, vistor Come to my house- my house I'll pour your drinks till we're laughing Laughing about nothing and our sadness and how much we drank Oh goddamn I wish visitors- visitors could stay
5.
There's a line to the attic I've held cameras still for a hundred years Gauging the light while everyone cheered To go from one dark room to the other I wouldn't call it a habit Just a hobby that's not good for me Vouching out of my memories In the corner they're piling up Piling up on me the omniscient being Who's seen it all but cannot be seen Your timing's impeccable Come join the festival The dinner's on the table The guilt is out staple The wine's aged to comfort us To cure all our joints of rust Don't act so pedantic The line to the attic is done I wouldn't say self destruction Can't you see? I'm nothing at all Fly on the wall I'm namelessly called "Would you take a picture of us?" A picture of us... Woe is me, the omniscient being Who's seen it all but cannot be seen
6.
This fire place is a joke next to our bright ideas Whichever girl, whichever band, doesn't really matter man Someday this road will lead us So far from planned Our confidence cannot coax this cosmic force to rethink us We will be who we become and only see it once it's done Far too late for us to speak up of give a damn You'll be a billionaire "But man I tried to live bohemian!" I'll be an astronaut and bartend on the weekends You won't believe it till you see it- Till you breathe it Well, you could get up and dance Like "oh my god what's he doing" Stand up and improve a speech At random hit piano keys And that's how it was gunna be- Do you understand? You'll be Hitler, man Trying to live like Jesus And I'll still be right here Always insist I'm leaving You won't believe it till you see it- Till you breathe it Maybe, baby, I'm the one for you You're the one for me Maybe, baby, I'm the one for you're the one for you I'm the one for me (just one for me)
7.
No veil to hide our lack of sight No skin to cover our naked fright No sign to show, no way we've know The sky don't look right; it's over blown No sacred eyes to crawl inside No sun to kill and ascend the sky I'd like to feel- I'd like to lie A stark narration; he only sighs A starving hate; I'm breathing light No one to talk to who isn't right I drug the sky across the moon To feel the rhythm fill the room I felt your eyes describe the night And as I shivered we took our time
8.
Home Life 04:23
Breathe in you're just another liar Birds attached to wires in the park Blue skies are only a reflection Chased back in the direction of your heart Is it a hobby or fixation That keeps us all from saying what we mean? They loved you speaking words so solemn Payed you- no we call em poetry The waterworks behind the rainbows Weren't known to stain clothes; you were safe Waiting a while in the restroom The hours you'd invest to look okay It was hush, hush around the household But, god, it was a hassle to ignore Things would be different now, believe me But these lives aren't easy to explore You self explored and refused to matador all of life's bullshit We don't discuss that now but it's on my mind We lost your tender twenty one years In a half an hour excursion to the store Your colors made the walls look festive Mother dropped our breakfast to the floor We stayed in most of the next weekend I felt like I was grounded- oh how cruel I was to young to want to sit out Or wonder why you'd kick out your own stool You self explored and refused to matador all of life's bullshit We don't discuss that now but it's on my mind And it must be somewhere in the pantry I hear mama cry and it never suits father's fancy It was no crime but dammit, man, it was selfish Brother, I'm trying but it's times like these I can't help it We can't discuss life now But at least I tried
9.
Right when you think life's figured out Back to the wall just sliding down Your thoughts taste bitter in your mouth It's cool, I'm just on drugs Stars burn a hole in your gaze I turn my head and they're on your face Everyone seems so far away I may have drank to much Cause I can't get on I'm not sure where the problem is When modern medicine is cancerous I swear I'll begin solving this As soon as I can move My body of mistakes is pretty slim But the few there are are pretty big I don't want to do it again But sometimes I really do But I can't get on Cause I just want to kiss every stranger And disappear into the vapor Dance on the bar at the family dinner And say what I usually can't Let it all out in a Freudian melt down Bump myself off to not be a sell out Cheat all day and still be a winner Play my cards real bad- goddamn! Cause I just want to kiss every stranger And disappear into the vapor Dance on the bar at the family dinner And say what I usually can't Let it all out in a Freudian melt down Bump myself off to not be a sell out Cheat all day and still be a winner Play my cards real bad
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about

The Home Recordings...

Home Life was recorded throughout the years 2015-2016 in Randazzo's makeshift home studio. It is base on a true story. Each day a dining room table was removed for a drumset. A laptop was wired up on a kitchen bar top. Microphones hung from a living room ceiling fan. Notebooks of lyrics carpeted the floor... And each night it was taken down and packed away. This album was arranged to be enjoyed [first] with a complete listen- each song feeds off of it's neighbor's energy or lack-there-of and the arc of the story builds and declines in a seemingly calculated manor. Soundscapes escort the listener from one song's world to the next forming a loose chronology. As his first major release, Randazzo explores his own psyche in a dramaticized retelling of the antics at his childhood home and, while vetting such personal affairs, succeeds in presenting a collection with universal meaning. It's hard to imagine an adventurous tune like "Who's There?" is just about waiting for a guest to arrive. "Line to the Attic" turns a musty storage space into a twisted yet whimsical circus. Underneath the title track's raucous energy lies a morbid account of a youth ending his life and his family then crumbling under the assuming sorrows. It's easy to forget this work is a sonic scrapbook from a middle class home. Home Life is a huge production with a humble base, it takes itself seriously but implements humor, and all the while becomes that much more human.

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released June 18, 2016

All songs written by Vincent Randazzo
... except “Veil to Hide" written by Simon Stewart
Mixed by Marcus Wade
Mastered by Aaron Rauber
Graphic Editing by Peter Nichols
For Rockefeller the Great and Camrin Eve

Musicians:

Simon Stewart-
Guest vocal on “Veil to Hide"
Electric guitar on tracks 2, 5, 6, 7, 8, and 9
Saxophone on track 9

Marcus Wade-
Drums & bass on tracks 6, 8, and 9

Alec James-
Electric guitar on tracks 8 and 9

Erik “Lobo" Gilbert-
Drums on tracks 2 and 5

Steve Baker-
Resonator on track 10

Cowboy Starr-
Guest vocal on "Line to the Attic"

John Beardwood-
Saxophone on tracks 3 and 5

Deanna Lynn-
Viola on track 5

Juan L. Sanchez-
Violin on tracks 1 and 5

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