Home Life

by Vincent Randazzo

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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

Thank you, all.

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Track Name: Capers & Lox
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
Track Name: Who's There?
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
Track Name: The Party
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!
Track Name: Visitor
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
Track Name: Line to the Attic [Feat. Cowboy Starr]
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
Track Name: Midnight Ideas
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)
Track Name: Veil to Hide [Feat. Simon Stewart]
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
Track Name: Home Life
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
Track Name: Family Dinner
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