This Doesn't Exist

by Someday

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Why the title of the record is “THIS DO∄SN'T ∄XIST”?
That's simple: because in the lyrics of "THIS DO∄SN'T ∄XIST" (in mathematical language, the ∄ symbol means "It does not exist") we read of what no longer exists, never existed and will never exist: no more achievable choices (Little Choices) and no longer reachable places (Shelters and Picture), imaginary lives built on a lie (Jokes) and lives that have lost something very important (Maurizio), people or animals gone to a better place (Last Lesson, Clean Couch) and certainties that are nothing but obvious illusions (Forgotten).
Lyrics telling little and (perhaps) trivial occurrences of ordinary lives, surrounded by a music that - despite being gaunt and disturbing, melancholy and nocturnal - never forgets the electrical energy of rock and the pop shimmering melody, avoiding to fall into depressed/intellectual songwriting or senseless high volume, thanks to a minimal and never pompous production that aims to enhance the heart of the songs without overloading them with unnecessary sound effects.

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released February 10, 2017

Daniele Bianco, Michele Fierro

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Someday Turin, Italy

Someday was born in Collegno, a city close to Torino (Piedmont, Italy).
The founding members are Daniel Bianco, guitar/vocals/lyrics, and Michele Fierro, bass.

After the recordings the band keeps on playing live. In the summer of 2016, Someday records for Seahorse Recordings the first LP, titled "IT DO∄SN'T ∄XIST".
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Track Name: Clean Couch
CLEAN COUCH.

If I will pay attention,
and then I'll really engage myself,
I'll be able to walk up
and you won't say “Go down”

I will move slowly,
without giving any bother,
maybe he will have drunk
and he will keep me with a smile,
maybe you'll be already sleeping,
and you won't notice anything,
it doesn't matter,
I will be close to you.

Maybe one day I will return
and we will stay together.

Don't you waste your time
strolling in the wood,
you won't find me there,
under a stone or an old trunk.
I still wait for you,
with no fears and no cold,
on the couch in the house,
a silent little ghost,
and it's funny, don't you think?,
you are the ones who disappeared,
the ones who got lost,
while I...

Maybe one day I will return
and we will stay together.
Track Name: Forgotten
FORGOTTEN.

There was a man who laughed, one Sunday afternoon.
One day we will be a man who laughs on the threshold of a door,
a woman sitting in the corner of a bar,
the lights from the window of a house.

And so you'll know, and so you'll see,
there was no one in the house behind the bend.

One day, far away, another city, another morning,
we will be a glance, a glimpse, a rapid deed,
the steps in the corner of a passerby's eye... someday.

And now you know, and now you see,
there is no one on the right side of the bed.
Track Name: Last Lesson
LAST LESSON.

Very sad to realize two and two is five,
and even worse to get it on a rainy monday morning.
Bad old coffee and useless shoes, no one else at home,
a couple of memories, a boring ghost and nothing out there.

I'm so sorry you grabbed something,
something that I only glimpsed
some old silent sunny days
when there was no one else at home.

If only you had made four more steps you'd have seen
the showcase and now you would drink cold orange juice
on a sunny beach somewhere in the world or maybe
six more steps and now you would drink a free beer in my corner.

I'm so sorry you grabbed something,
something that I only glimpsed
some old silent sunny days
when there was no one else at home.

Anyway I always take the other road because there's still
something strange that embraced you
and only barely touches me sometimes.
Track Name: Shelters
SHELTERS.

There's still a place,
under that road,
when things are as they should be.

There's still a place,
a dark room,
when everything is still and nameless.

Between the useless books,
or spiders on the windowsill,
I will hide and smile.

There's still a face,
on that bed,
who's already won the best defiance.
There's still a face,
on the screen,
who looks at me and doesn't make me sleep.

Between your soft bedclothes,
or pictures on the shelf,
I will wait for you.
Track Name: Waitings
WAITINGS.

Do you remember that evening
when you came to visit me?
I was waiting at the third floor.
We were walking back and forth
and then suddenly you told me
“Now it's late, I have to go”

My sweet love,
take me away from here,
my sweet love.

I went back quickly to my room
and waited for the lights to be turned off
and took a look through the window.
On the other side of the court,
in a room at the first floor,
there was a man on a bed.

My sweet love,
take me away from here,
my sweet love.

“I came in this place
on a sunny day;
so young and strong,
I had so many days in front of me.”
Track Name: Picture
PICTURE.

And there's a window of a house
not away from here,
and I can see the light inside
and when I see the shape
moving behind the curtain
I stand still.

And I smile again.

And maybe someone
will brush the dust away
from the bus station,
on a sunny morning.

"I've been smiling
and I've been happy here",
I will think,
disappearing alone in the air.
Track Name: Maurizio (Little Star)
MAURIZIO (LITTLE STAR).

It was a Spring Tuesday morning,
he woke up and got dressed and went out.
The streets were the same, the sky was the same,
he thought “It's nothing, it will pass.”

Why did he wake up in the dead of night?
Has he ever told you about the dream he had?
Never ever ask him why he always stares at the wall,
repeating “That was real and this is not.”

The supper was ready, the friends were happy,
he thought “It's nothing, it will pass”,
but he knew it was a lie, so he drank and said “The meat is good.”

Why did he wake up in the dead of night?
Has he ever told you about the dream he had?
Never ever ask him why he always stares at the wall,
repeating “That was real and this is not.”
Track Name: Little Choices
LITTLE CHOICES.

The boy with curly and black hair
took a drink or maybe two
with the bottle in his backpack,
and boldly approached the girl with spikes
and said "Would you like to go out tonight?"
She blushed and thought it was a joke
then she said "Why not?"

So that night they danced
and he kissed her,
on Friday showed his manor
and on Tuesday
she did it for the first time
and it was so wonderful.
She squeezed him in her legs and said
"I will never leave you, my love."

Now they walk along the boulevards,
they are rich, happy and beautiful,
life has no surprises and no fears,
they will grow old
and sons will celebrate for their legacy.

Just one day,
any one,
sitting on the left bank,
she has asked him
"Do you remember
the drunk at the party years ago?
It's been a sudden thought,
a strange thought,
I never knew the name."
Track Name: Jokes
JOKES.

His face was hanging on the wall,
appeared behind the bassist,
but the poster has been thrown
in the trash can,
the one behind the bar.

Now there are others,
and then there will be others,
to make the three clients dance.

Wonderful touring,
excellent takings
and first-class nightclubs.

On a night like any other,
or on a day in many years,
when she will ask her the question,
she will smile and answer
and tell a lie.
The same as always.

Wonderful touring,
excellent takings
and first-class nightclubs.
Track Name: Gliding
GLIDING.

At half past nine p.m.
he takes the bus to return home.

And he should have known
he had not to lay his head on the glass
for more than one second or two.

And he should have known
he had not to say “I am”
to all the people all around him everyday.

And he should have known
he had not to say “I do”
to all the people all around him everyday.

But sometimes he smiles again,
when he sits
and the bus
and the night
and the rain
give him a name,
and he forgets
the silent deceit.