somewhere else

by Somebody's Basement

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about

This album is the apex of Somebody’s Basement’s creative output and is also our final release. When we first played together in a Wethersfield basement in December of 2012 we didn’t expect to last more than a few months. As I’m writing this I’m realizing that this frivolous little project has turned out to be one of the most important parts of my life. I’ve met new people, fostered new friendships and rekindled old ones.

If our previous releases were rehashes of much better pop punk and emo records, then ‘somewhere else’ is the antithesis of those concepts. It’s about coming to terms with your sicknesses. It’s about realizing that even though you’re happier now, “this town” wasn’t so bad after all. It’s about learning how to be an adult in a world that you’re realizing hasn’t been as much of an adversary as you once thought. It’s about deciding which one of your friends are worth bringing into adulthood with you; about not being bitter anymore toward your past partners and being willing to work your shitty job forever because dying isn’t worth your time.

It’s a record predicated on the cigars we’ve smoked on Connecticut mountains and the dark roasts we’ve thrown away on the way to an early morning practice.

We couldn’t be happier with this release, and we hope you enjoy it as much as we all fought during its development.

—Somebody’s Basement (2012-2014)

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released 28 July 2014

Jack Brannigan - Guitar
Mike Cantin - Drums, Percussion, Misc. Guitars
Chris Nicastro - Vocals, Guitar, Trumpet

Caroline D'Attilio - Vocals
Adam Linder - Bass

Lyrics on 1, 2, 7, and 8 by Jack Brannigan
Lyrics on 3, 4, 5, and 6 by Chris Nicastro

Production, Mixing, and Mastering by Mike Cantin

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Track Name: Sober and Alone
I woke up in a cold sweat and now I'm out in the cold buying cigarettes and the bus is just one thing on the list of important shit that I missed

I got stoned while my dad was in the hospital

I never called home

Doesn't matter cause one day he'll be dead and I'll be old and I'll be dead when all is told but at least that's better than being sober and alone

I'm gonna ruin everything forever cause that's just who i am and no one can ever help me not even my closest friends

I'm gonna be alone forever by the doing of my own hand
all the shitty things I've done
all the stupid things I've said

so ill get stoned every night
and say it makes me feel alive
but deep down i know
i'm too fucking scared to die

i wanna outlive my children
lay them in their graves
look out the kitchen window
the headstones go on for days
'i wanna hold a hundred dying lovers
a thousand gray haired friends
take a million little pills to stave off my pathetic end

i'll work retail forever
and smoke my cigarettes
fuck it
i'll be happy if that's the best that i can get
Track Name: Wethersfield, Forever! (May, 2000 and 14)
this town is filled with ghosts drifting like clouds of smoke
through the same old empty spaces
old friends with older eyes
specters with familiar faces
spirits drift through the walls
remind me i don't belong

fill the grave postpone the service cut me loose don't be so nervous

i still recall all the time i spent inside
their cars and arms their hearts and homes when i felt left alone

complacent now i don't wonder how i sank through the undertow
Track Name: Seeking Justice
all i've got on my mind is watching mic cage movies in my parents' basement with you
it's the only thing that's made me smile or made me laugh in the past couple months
the past couple weeks have been a piece of shit
drive my golf cart behind the range for a cigarette
i ash it out after just one puff I'm fucking ashamed and the only one to blame

and i breathe deeply
one more summer and i'm quitting this job
i said it last year
maybe i'll mean it this year

maybe next summer get a job and an apartment in the outskirts of poughkeepsie
maybe pretend a career in academics is the right path for me