Mean Something
Written by Karissa Bone, Kat Harville, and Mario Garraffo
Produced by Brompton

Last night I was standing in the corner waiting for you to come over
We were both edging closer and closer and closer
Last night you were right on the tip of my tongue
Don’t normally like PDA but I let you pin me to the wall anyway

Maybe it was just 4 am and I wanted to feel something

But the truth is I don't do this
Cos if it gets deep
I’m scared I’ll want you to want me
And you’ll leave
I don’t think I’m your type, so I’m blurring all your lines
Twisting every word to mean nothin
Cause the truth is I’m scared it might 
Mean something  

In hindsight it wasn’t an accident think I manifested
But I’m second guessing and telling my friends I’m not into it
In hindsight you kept giving me compliments so I wanted punch you
But I kinda wanted to let go and let myself kiss you again

Maybe it was just 4 am and I wanted to feel something

But the truth is I don't do this
Cos if it gets deep
I’m scared I’ll want you to want me
And you’ll leave	
I don’t think I’m your type, so I’m blurring all your lines
Twisting every word to mean nothin
Cause the truth is I’m scared it might 
Mean something

Oh mean something to me
And mean something to you and mean something to me

But the truth is I don't do this
Cos if it gets deep
I’m scared I’ll want you to want me
And I'll leave	
I don’t think I’m your type, so I’m blurring all your lines
Twisting every word to mean nothin
Cause the truth is I’m scared it might
Mean something

It Might Mean Something

Release Date - Nov 11, 2022

Originally a working title representing the first letters of the band members’ names (Sean, Cory, Alec, Brandon), S.C.A.B. is an acronym with a shifting meaning – its phonetic double acting as a metaphor for protection and healing for a group that’s always been there for one another.

Following the release of the band’s debut album, 2019’s Beauty & Balance, COVID-19 put the brakes on the Brooklyn-based band’s burgeoning career. Not content with sitting still, the band decided to travel down to Georgia to record their sophomore, self-titled LP (S.C.A.B.), which they engineered and produced themselves. Having distance from their beloved city during this unprecedented, tragic time helped them hone a sound that is even more distinctly New York.

Frontman Sean Camargo, whose parents immigrated from South America as teenagers, was born in Elmhurst, Queens. His lyrics are colored with nostalgic memories of 90’s Bushwick, where his grandparents settled, alongside sardonic observations of the contemporary city where he landed again after stops in Maryland and Massachusetts. Each song on S.C.A.B. contains snapshots of New York moments that feel hazy with nostalgia, yet are the result of being present through transformational circumstances, no matter how seemingly small. As a self-titled effort, it solidifies the band’s mastery of balancing raucous, distorted guitars with glimmering spoken word passages and a pop-infused melodic confidence.

The angular guitar passages in lead single “Tuesday” conjure up trains skidding across deteriorated subway platforms, as Camargo declares “keep trying to let go of everyone I’ve ever loved”, reflecting a relatable disillusionment with trying to form meaningful connections, and searching aimlessly for something worthwhile. Thematically, S.C.A.B. covers an array of topics ranging from grief (“Small Talk”), as Camargo describes bonding with another band member over the loss of a parent, to infatuation with a partner you know is ultimately bad for you (“Why Do I Dream Of You”).

The newest entry to their catalog, S.C.A.B. is a result of four musicians, a tight-knit group, best friends: the kind of rare conditions that allow for such raw, emotionally-charged music. When the members of a band are this close, able to protect each other from the world outside it, they are a force to be reckoned with. As Frank Sinatra famously sang about the city, “Green beams of steel, making me feel, like I’m home again”. S.C.A.B. embodies that sentiment and evokes the intangible magic that is New York City.

VINYL 💿

S.C.A.B. - Rockefeller Pleather

fourth of july (sufjan stevens cover)

having no pressure to be interesting and thusly presenting uninteresting

Do I ever cross your mind?
Do you close your eyes and wander back?
Does the sheer mention of my name still cause all your blood to rush all over, and every nerve to stand on end?

Or is the air a little clearer?
The moon a little nearer?
Is the atmosphere lighter?
The sun a little brighter?

Do I ever cross your mind?
Do I ever cross your mind?

Are you anticipating?
I've spent so long waiting by the phone,
Sometimes when I'm all alone at night I will start to type your number, and wander through our messages,

Or did you trade me for another?
You find someone to call a lover?
Did you climb one step higher?
Does he fill a deep desire?

Do I ever cross your mind?
Do I ever cross your mind?

Now I never cross your mind ‘cause I bet your life’s a little easier,
Your time a little breezier, 
Have you found a new provider?
Is your smile a little wider?

So you’ve had your fun,
Guess I jumped an unloaded gun mistaking you for a bullet to dodge,
So please put your stubbornness aside and tell me do I ever cross your mind?

Do I ever cross your mind?
Do I ever cross your mind?
Do I ever cross your mind?

Do I Ever Cross Your Mind

Monster

10longing For The Same Things Twice (from the Lost 1st flora cash album, 2014)

Release Me From The Past

Release Me From The Past : JOHN COX

Hans Philip - Rose (Holdo Version)

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