No Pattern

by Soft Center

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credits

released October 19, 2018

Gina Pensiero: vocals, guitars, additional percussion
Sean Lango: guitars, everything else
additional background vocals by Emily Bate
recorded and mixed by Beau Sorenson
mastered by Scott Hull
artwork by Derek Bradley

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Soft Center New York

"No Pattern” is the debut album from Soft Center, long-time friends and collaborators Gina Pensiero (songwriting, vocals, guitar) and Sean Lango (guitar and everything else).

“Beautiful song writing, incredible production. 'No Pattern' is a testament to great album making- something all but lost in the digital age." -Pat Byrne, Best Show
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Track Name: Alt Endings
In my dreams
We are married
What a terrible turn
What a future to burn
In some dark alley of my head

Well instead
I got lucky
I got everything I want
I got warm sunny days
With alt endings and old haunts

Every time I've felt on top it's
A looking back
Reminiscence
Is it too late to call this off?
You put on your jacket and you're
Out the door
In 30 second
Feeling just a little lost

Cause in my days
I am happy
Not a care in the sky
Not a cloud in the world
No bad weather over my head

Well instead
I got lucky
I got everything I want
I got warm sunny days
With alt endings and old haunts

Every time that I come home
Feeling so low
The television
Is it too late to turn it off?
Gripped by something a shade less than
Pure duress or indecision
Feeling just a little lost

Cause in my dreams
We were married
But no better than before
Life no less of a bore
Nothing new underneath that sun

Just as well
I got lucky
I got everything I want
I got warm sunny days
With alt endings and old haunts
Track Name: Loose Ends
The night you locked
Me outside, I cried
It was hard to handle
Hard to be still

Pounding on the windowsill
And asking you to love me still

The night you punched
A hole in the wall
It was hard to stand tall
Hard to care at all

We sent our friends away
You sent roses, begging me to stay

Another day
It's another day
Won't you stay
Another day
Another day

The day you pushed me down
To the ground
Was Election Day and we were
There to vote

It felt like the whole town went the same way
And you wrote me a note

I rode my bike back home
And freaked out with a good friend for a while
I helped A babysit
The kids were bouncing, crazy, hyper smiles

I turned the dial
I turned the dial
I changed the song
I turned the dial
I turned the dial

And we're here now
A decade later
Who could imagine that the time could move so fast
I don't know where you are
Probably in a bar
Chicago, I heard last

I hopin' you're ok
I'm happy but I miss when we were friends
Before you locked me out
Before we left with all of these loose ends
Track Name: No Pattern
It’s a hard day
When you wake up and see your own face
When you look out into the human race
And realize that you’re an acquired taste

You don’t get paid
And when you do it’s in no pattern
You draw from bank accounts in tatters
New lines of credit turn you down

It’s still winter
Your social circles have been splintered
From feuds and breakups, relocations
From bar to bar, station to station

And when love fades
Does it just slip away or cascade?
Does the heat of the escapade
Justify the grand charade?

State by state, how much can you relegate, my friend?
Must we negotiate again?
How does it end?

Well, I hope
But it’s so hard to know when you don’t
And I’ve yet to meet a man who can’t recant

It’s a new year
I still believe that I have conquered fear
I still believe I have a career
Until you go to work and leave me home

And my city is like a lover who beats me
I’m faithful to the point of pity
I’m telling you, he still loves me
He still loves me
Track Name: Fireworks
That was the summer we'd drive to Ohio each weekend
Stock up on cheap cigarettes, fireworks, booze were our beacons

Things were feeling
Awfully out of control
I was feeling
Myself getting older and older
We were drifting
And drinking our evenings away
But it was fun to light things on fire
And then run screaming away

That summer we set fires
And then ran screaming away

No forward motion, tread water, just staying in place
All cheap shots and bong hits and picnics at pickerel lake

Things were feeling
Awfully out of control
I was feeling
Myself growing bolder and bolder
We'd relax
And laugh all our evenings away
So fun to light things on fire
And then run screaming away
That summer we set fires
And then ran screaming away

Out at the cabin, it started to come crashing down
Didn't trust anyone and I couldn't stop sneaking around

Things were feeling
Strange and full of fresh doubts
I was looking
For a clean and easy out
We'd collapse each night
And I needed to get away
From lighting things on fire
And then running screaming away
From the summer we set fires
And then ran from them screaming away
Track Name: Undressed
The time has come for you to choose
Object, say no, flat out refuse
The days are growing dim
So you contract, stay home, stay in

Each circle, pull it near
The ocean made you dear
The days now growing dark
So snuff out each new spark

It’s time, come clean, come home, clean house
Cover the bed, the chairs, the couch
Each day it grows more dull
So you learn to sleep through every lull

Each evening passes slow
Object, refuse, say no
The light is growing less
Each night, slung low, undressed
The days now growing dark
So snuff out each new spark

The time has come for you to change
You try to call, you’re out of range
The is growing less
You try not to regress

The song is fading out
Let go of each fresh doubt
The ocean made you dear
Ring in the strange new year
Track Name: 2008
We were so rough on our bodies
All of those late night house parties
Dude fell asleep in the bathtub
Baby gave everyone back rubs

We did it over and over
We hid it under the covers
Out on the corner, a fist fight
Smoke in the fireplace all night

I think we were dragging each other through it
Quit your job, catch a flight, up all night again, do it
Well, it’s quarter to 4, the next thing that you know it
You sure talk a big game, girl, when you gonna show it

Nobody knows what should come next
Everyone living check to check
Chugging a beer on your rooftop
Having no fun all day nonstop

Mornings were awfully painful
Eggs, bacon, fistfuls of Advil
Rain slanting against the window
Corner of Nostrand and Myrtle
Track Name: Open for Business
When I was young
Words would pour out from my brain
Free in every known hour
Or town
But now they pour
Onto keys
Into computer screens
Glowing blue by the light of
An unnatural home

And strings I made sing do now put me to shame
I still got the same number but I've changed my name
Is it just that my interest is starting to wane?
Well I can't help but wonder if you feel the same

I'd like to quit
To a plot
To a city unborn
In an old wooded lot
Off the street
Would you come with,
Without pause,
In a beat up old ride?
We'd have faces we know
And some we've yet to meet

Cause the strings I made sing do now put me to shame
I've still got got the same number but I've changed my name
Is it just that my interest is starting to wane?
Well I can't help but wonder if you feel the same

Well I'm open for business
In spite of the time
What you wanted was Christmas
On St Valentine's
Is it true that you've slept outside waiting in line
For a future that arrived disguised as a crime?
Track Name: Remember to Vote
Wake up
And go and check your phone
Stay up
You're going it alone

You think you wanna
Break away from the routine
But keep on making that same scene
Each day

Pack out
And head up to the bus
Pack in
You're the last person you'd trust

Work and sleep and pay the bills
Take waking up and sleeping pills
Each day

Because the whole world turned into a popularity contest overnight
You're wondering what you could do that would somehow make this whole thing turn out right
Or maybe it always was you were a little bit louder than your bite

Wonder
What this is all about
Money
Has flattened us all out

Your kid self hates this older you
There's no refuge to retreat to
Each day

And robots
Have eaten up your brain
What happened
To not being the same

You climbed another rung, well done
You're six feet closer to the sun
Each day

The whole world always was a popularity contest from the start
You try not to get involved but kid, I'm tellin’ you, you're gonna play your part
So ready up your sleeves, some thread and needles and dislocate your heart

The whole world always was a popularity contest, that refrain
Until this point you watched it from a distance with amused, detached disdain
So maybe it's time to reconsider your position and vote with an abstain
Track Name: East Jesus
Things here are always changing
It can be hard to get your bearing
Left for dead by the state

So pack up your belongings
Get a camper, take some kindling
Let’s you and me make a date

I’ll meet you in the desert when it all turns to shit
You know it’s gonna happen, so why not deal with it?
We’ll run away together, leave this burning world behind.
East Jesus, summer, 2029

Feels like the world’s collapsing
Does no good to take an aspirin
Hey, buddy, do you have a guy?

Why settle for amnesia
When you could have pure anesthesia
Or better yet, a sunny place to die?

So I’ll meet you in the desert when the big one hits
You know it’s gonna happen, so why not plan for it?
We’ll watch the world go up in flames with others of our kind
East Jesus, summer, 2029
Track Name: Temple
One stick for Dorothy
The one who once raised me
All dogwoods and grapefruit
Syrup and hot soup

Down in the kitchen
Or up in the bedroom
Secreted to altars
But never to falter

One stick for Robert
Surrogate grandfather
Worn down places in wood
That once made you feel good

Out in the backyard
Or up on the river
A strong boot, a strong hand
One that never quivered

Feels like nothin’s happening’ here
But things are happening all the time

And for Buddy, once more
For bad jokes, parquet floors
Too dry martinis
Show tunes and Puccinis

The traffic on West End
Cold nights at the cabin
Always was a chimney
Smoking on his balcony

The temple’s a chimney
Smoke just like his balcony

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