Demo 2012

by Somos

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Somos is:

Michael Fiorentino- Vocals and Bass
Phil Haggerty- Guitar
Justin Hahn- Guitar
Mike Benoit- Drums

www.facebook.com/somosMA

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released 13 July 2012
Recorded at The Panda Studios in Fremont, California in May of 2012. Produced, Engineered, Mixed and Mastered by Scott Goodrich. Evan Deges played drums and Matt Bartels also played guitar on this recording. Album design and layout by Justin Hahn. Cover photo taken by Tasos Gaitanos.

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Track Name: Daily Ritual
Iʼve been avoiding it, the daily ritual
Youʼd think Iʼd freeze up, youʼd think Iʼd lie down
Your mirrorʼs lying, yeah you look wonderful
But I can sense it, around the corner of your eyes

Youʼre hiding hatred
Hiding ancient, Pain and Sorrow

Youʼd think Iʼd freeze up, youʼd think Iʼd lie down
I wonʼt be tied down, by your nightmare
Defeated people, rotten to the core
Passing judgment, from their small ponds

The daily ritual
And is the temperature right?
The daily ritual

Theyʼll make you want it, theyʼll make you beg for it
Theyʼll make you think your, sick in the head for it
And when you witness, that itʼs barren
And make a move towards the back door
Donʼt expect a consolation prize.
Just a sickly grin and sighs, that go
on and on for years

The daily ritual
And is the temperature right?
The daily ritual.

Sneaking out through the backdoor,
To size up your rivals
And are they ready for, are they ready for the next war?

All these, all these people.
Youʼre not sorry for the way that you treated us.
Weʼre not sorry for whatʼs coming next.
A generation is growing old,
With no hope of moving on.

Sneaking out through the back door
To size up your rivals.
And are they ready for, are they ready for the next war?
Track Name: Embrace the Spare Change
To walk the longest mile
And wear the strangest grin.
Is to know whatʼs it like to have to leave.
Embrace the pangs of your new life.
Embrace the spare change, thatʼs fallen to the wayside
Youʼve fallen to the wayside.

To walk the longest mile
To wear the strangest grin,
Is to know what itʼs like to have to leave

Why donʼt you, why donʼt you just drive,
The compass will correct us
Unless the trudge is forced
These thoughts are just compensation for us.

Donʼt, let me know.
Donʼt let me know.

Why donʼt you, why donʼt you just drive
Clamor for the right direction.
How could you feel alone?
Surrounded by an army of yourself.

Donʼt let me know.
Donʼt let me know.

To walk the longest mile
To wear the strangest grin
Is to know what it's like,
to have to leave.

Donʼt let me know.
Track Name: Showed Up Late
Your skinʼs like leather, youʼre under fucking pressure.
Where were you on Saturday?
A simple gesture of kindness
Could take the sting out of this.

Thatʼs just my selfish side,
To find an angle, in all of this.
Thatʼs just my selfish side,
Iʼve made my mind up to stick around

Your backʼs against the wall
And your eyes are facing down.
Cus even smiles are hiding pity
And thatʼs the last thing that you want

Thatʼs just my selfish side,
To find an angle in all of this
Thatʼs just my selfish side
Iʼve made my mind up to sick around

Showed up late for the accident, just in time for the aftermath.
Surveyed the damage, left without a single word
Track Name: The Strangest Example
Ride, with your head down.
Ride, with your head down.

Yeah you were, in the back with your head down.
And I was thinking, what a strange example.
And do I follow, yeah do I follow, the strangest example?

Ride, with your head down.

Your advice to the clock inside my head, turn it off
And face the elements
Your advice to my overactive mind,
just turn it off and drive

Against the sages of the old ways
Against the guardians of the old days
Youʼll crane your neck
Only to be cut down
You bite your tongue, only for your whole life.
Only through your whole life.

Your advice to the clock inside my head, turn it off
And face the elements
Your advice to my overactive mind, just turn it off
And drive

A thousand pounds of shame on your chest.
(What you tried to control you just destroyed.)
Just turn it off and drive.