Giant Sings The Blues (Extended Version)

by Spanish Love Songs

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  • Spanish Love Songs - Giant Sings The Blues 12" LP
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    THIS IS A PRE-ORDER. ITEM WILL SHIP WHEN 12" RECORDS ARRIVE. EXPECTED TO SHIP EARLY SEPTEMBER.. If SOLD OUT, Head to www.wiretaprecords.com to purchase.

    Spanish Love Songs - Giant Sings The Blues on 12" Black Vinyl.

    Debut album from Los Angeles punk/pop punk 4-piece. Featuring the tracks "Concrete", "Remainder", and "Mexico". The vinyl version features a newly sequenced track order that includes the 3 additional tracks not available on the original digital version including "Paper Cup", "On My Side", and "Brighter Day".

    For Fans of The Menzingers, Run Forever, Alkaline Trio.

    "If punk-rock has always been raw, with all the brash vulnerability implied therein, then Spanish Love Songs may be the genre’s modern epitome. It’s not that Giant Sings the Blues, the LA-based band’s first full-length, is reckless or unrefined. Sure, sometimes singer Dylan Slocum’s voice squelches in agony; sometimes it dribbles onto the grumbling guitars, or gets kicked around by indignant drums, or collapses breathlessly onto a song’s final chord. But it’s not these stylistic maneuvers that make this record seem so raw.

    Instead, it’s the song’s sentiments that are raw—and subsequently honest. Slocum confronts his demons throughout the record: Wasted ambitions, wasted love, wasted time, all in vignettes that, though sometimes depressing, also feel too familiar. On “Mexico,” Slocum sulks from the pews at a wedding, then at an emptying table at the reception. His lyrics paint a vivid, almost cringe-worthy picture of the story’s physical and emotional setting in the second verse: “I’m getting drunk alone after this wedding,” he sings, “in a room full of friends. / My date looks horrible with her lips painted red. / I don’t want to see my family. I just want to crawl back into bed. / And get called an asshole when I get lost in my head again.” These scenes become more desperate in Slocum’s voice, which totters through the bobbing guitars like he’s making his way to the open bar again. But this same voice becomes sadder on “Vermont,” and triumphant (in a twisted way) on “Bright Day” (and, by extension, “Brighter Day,” a rowdy, rerecorded version that appears on Wiretap’s extended release). It’s not Slocum’s limber roar that makes Giant Sings the Blues a powerful punk record, then, or even the its guitars barking at the tantruming drums; instead, it’s the raw nerves revealed in these songs that remind us that we’re frail, imperfect, and human....." (New Noise Magazine 2016).

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    Co-Release with Bearded Punk Records.

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    Produced by Kyle McAulay and Dylan Slocum
    Engineered and Mixed by Kyle McAulay
    Additional Engineering by Patrick Kehrier
    Mastered by Gentry Studer
    Artwork by Corey Purvis.

    Spanish Love Songs is:

    Dylan Slocum (Guitar and Vocals)
    Kyle McAulay (Guitar)
    Gabe Mayeshiro (Bass)
    Ruben Duarte (Drums)

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Spanish Love Songs is:

Dylan Slocum (Guitar and Vocals)
Kyle McAulay (Guitar)
Gabe Mayeshiro (Bass)
Ruben Duarte (Drums)

Extended Version of Giant Sings The Blues features three additional tracks not available on original release.

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released February 12, 2016

Produced by Kyle McAulay and Dylan Slocum

Engineered and Mixed by Kyle McAulay
Additional Engineering by Patrick Kehrier

Mastered by Gentry Studer

Artwork by Justin Witmer / Caosago Artworks
Album Photography by Clay Barnes

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Track Name: Bad Day
Hilltops covered in smog and I can't breathe for what's felt like weeks.
Held together with duct tape, but soggy like paper mache.
I'll smile and say that I know everything's okay.
I can't shake this feeling like I'm gonna die today.

Another day where I hate everything.
My arm gets sunburned sticking out of my window on the 5.
Praying for the two week winter,
or an earthquake to devour us all whole.
But what do I know?

Except I'm sick of staying up 'til 4am and thinking every siren's
heading straight into my living room when I'm getting high with Justin.
I hate the way I live indoors.
I hate that no one listens.
I hate the way that I don't care,
but I hate everything.

It's a Bright Day.
It's such a Bright Day.
Track Name: Nervous People
Here I stand I'm a broken man starting over again.
There you are an anxious girl. It's you against the world.
But I know you.
There you go pop another pill. It's how you get your thrills.
We drink until we both go numb.
I'm not the only one who knows to not feel anything at all.

You told me never change.
You said it'd be okay.

Run away. I can only keep you safe.
I can't seem to give you what you need.

You and I go insane for days. We'll never change our ways.
Cause you and I are the nervous type. We'll never turn out right.
But I only care about you.
You're the gun pointed at my chest. Can I count on it?
I'm the place that you fear the most.
Won't you please just come back home?
Back where you belong?

You told me never change.
You said it'd be okay.
Knowing very well you'd leave eventually.

Run away. I can only keep you safe.
I can't seem to give you what you need.
Now past flames engulf your heart and head these days.
No one will ever give you what you need.

Do you sleep better now
With stronger pills and a stable man?
Does he whisper Catherine in your ear
as you're falling asleep in our bed?
Will you sleep better now?
Cause I don't sleep better now.

No one will ever give you what you need.
Track Name: Concrete
Let's take a drive down Vermont
to where the city meets the third world
in a Ralph's parking lot.
You can watch from your side of the car.

We can hate everything that we see:
Desperation, and undying love;
a city block of misery,
but they are no more miserable than me.

We're so sick of being alone,
but we have a hard time together sometimes.
We're gonna both die alone
if you can't get happy.

"If every relationship ends up cold
like a fire that has burnt out in the night,
I don't want one, I want them all.
It's the only way I'll ever feel right."

So move on from our moment.
There's more happy waiting up ahead
in the face of your old, new man.
I'm pretty sure that he's French or something.

I'll wander 'round the neighborhood at 3am
looking for the names that we left in the concrete.
Or was it our initials? With a heart as an outline?
Well they could be anybody's these days.

"If every relationship ends up cold
like a star that has burnt out in the sky,
I don't want you. I want them all."

Did you think that I was bad news?
Did you think that I would hurt you?
Never thought that you were bad news.
Never thought that you would hurt me too.
Track Name: Dying
I always see myself dying--
A void that I can't bring myself back from the edge of
Lying alone in my apartment waiting to be found.
Imagining a car crash, but it'll probably be a heart attack.
And sometimes I wish that I could shoot up,
and slowly disappear.

I see myself fading out.
Crushing disappointment of how
I've wasted a quarter of a century
worried about how much time I've been wasting.
Imagine something greater than just being
a waiter or a failure.
And everyone since I was three has expected only the best of me.

Stop me if you think I'm all wrong.
Stay here if you could just lie to me through the night.
Tell me I'm not doing it wrong.
Even when I'm not doing anything right.

I am child thrown in the deep end and I can't swim.
I swear I'm a liar hanging on every word you lament.
I think I'm a coward -- I wasted a year in your embrace.
I'll stick my head in a microwave to try and rid myself of the taste.
Track Name: Mexico
I watch the preacher talking about marriage,
and it's such an awful thing.
I feel like that sad bastard is staring straight at me.
My brother mentioned my failed marriage
the night before he caught that plane.
Like he was guilty.
Like it would kill to relate.

I'm getting drunk alone after this wedding,
in a room full of friends.
My date looks horrible with her lips painted red.
I don't want to see my family.
I just want to crawl back into bed.
And get called an asshole when I get lost in my head again.
It's what I do every time.
It's nothing new.

I'll wait for disaster to come around again.
It's called waiting for you.
While my family says,
"We're waiting for the sun to come out on that rain cloud over you."

And now my brother's lost in Mexico,
and the other one is high and driving
to San Diego with his girlfriend to start their new life.
Everyone's got someone they can show off or hide.
Except lonely me when I'm afraid to go out at night.
Or show my face.
The world doesn't need me.

I'll wait for disaster to come around again.
It's called waiting for you.
While my family says,
"We're waiting for the sun to come out on that black hole over you."
Track Name: Vermont
You told me happiness is just a moment
from the steps of your Victorian apartment.
We sat outside.
The air was broken and summer was barging in.
The homeless lady pushed her shopping carts,
and your neighbors played mariachi music until 4 am.
You said, "When this one passes I should probably walk away."

"Because I'm gonna leave you the first chance I get.
I'm a black hole. Empty and dead.
You can carve your name in stone,
but it's just not permanent."

But you told me you think you loved me,
when you collapsed on the floor of your room.
After you told me to leave,
in that moment,
I realized I was sure I loved you too.

Now I'm always putting out fires with my bare hands,
until two black stumps are all that remain.
I don't think my feeble heart's enough
to blanket these growing flames.
You can drop me at the hospital.
I'll OD on morphine and dream about you,
as my heart seizes one more time before you go.

Then I'll probably wake up alone and be alone forever.
With an itch on my back that I cannot scratch.
In the shape of your heart.
Forever.

Everybody leaves.
Everybody leaves eventually.
Everybody breaks.
Bends to late.
Nobody's happy.
You'll never be happy this time,
when it's your heart on the line.
Take a step back -- who would really want to fall in love?

Now it all plays out and the way you call me "babe"
dies with every other nickname.
I have so many nicknames I can't keep track anymore.
I'll bury them in bourbon and half-smoked cigarettes,
as we come to an end.
Or to an understanding I don't want to understand.

Because everybody leaves.
Everybody leaves eventually.
Everybody breaks.
Bends too late.
And no one is happy.
You'll never be happy this time,
when it's my heart on the line.
"If I can't love you, why would you ever love me back?
I can't love you, why would you ever love me back?
Dylan I don't know how to love you anymore,
so please don't love me back."
Track Name: Friends
Found out I was far from perfect.
You walked out of my life because I'm never gonna change.
Made my way to the bottom of this empty town home.
Where I hid myself away.

It's the only way to escape
When I want to get away.
You are bad news most days.
That's what my brain says.

Screamed out I'm such an awful shit.
You say I'm such a hypocrite,
and that's exactly how I'll stay.
Millimeters gap into a mile.
I feel myself poured out as bad news,
the burden of a name.

But you never took my name.
Did you want to run away?
I am a monster these days.
That's what your friends say.

Can I be this miserable now?
I fall apart when I'm off by myself.
But who is gonna love you now?

My love is buried with my ideals.
Buried with your shallow heart
that's sprouted wings and flown.
Found out I never loved anyone.
Anyone is perfect.
I think I'll die alone.
Track Name: Remainder
Had the feeling that we were due for bad news.
Six months away before we knew
that no good was ever coming through.
I burnt down the house for you.
Took my shit out of your room.
Kissed my dog goodbye,
"I guess it's time to move."

My things on the lawn in the heat.
September stayed so warm and your sweat tasted sweet.
It's the last time I held you complete.
The last family on the street.
The only time we meet -- you're not alone.

All things in mind, I couldn't be better,
than times that I've denied myself my happiness.
All things considered, I come out the remainder
left alone without my whole.
So where'd you go?

Now I stay indoors on my throne,
and I talk to myself.
Pray that you haven't flown.
And I'll reap what I have sown
because I'm just a fucked up kid who dreams of dying alone.

Moving in on miserable from rings and beds I took for granted.
Feels like I am barely here.
Seven years that never happened.
Giving up on loving things,
except maybe for my new family.
Hold myself up for display:
"Everything just brings me down today."
Track Name: Stranger
Woke up older in my new home.
The side of my bed looks like a ghost.
Where nothing as good as love will ever grow.
And I consoled the empty walls.
Their loneliness is all my fault
because I'm the only one who wastes away 'round here.
Content to hang.

Peeled back the bandage again to find
the wound I'm nursing, it ain't healed right.
Still full of stink.
Still full of those sad things I'll never hide.
All your boxes stacked to my teeth as remainders
of the shitty life you'd never lead.
It still hurts.
It still kills though I knew you'd be the one to leave.

I will buy you a new house.
Move you and your things in.
We can sit across the table,
new to fuck things up again.
We'll kiss like strangers.
We'll love blind.
Be givers and takers.
All won't be right.
And I won't be your family anymore.
Track Name: Bright Day
Wrote these words down four years ago,
and sang them so many times
they don't make fucking sense anymore
Or add up at all--
Like closed captioned lines on a TV show
in my dentist's waiting room
where I go to get a tooth pulled.
I'd say the rot's still the same.
Sang about too many morning times.
I think I named too many streets.
And relied on the pronoun "you."
Always relied too much on you.

Made it home after the sunrise for the first time in a lifetime.
And it's a bright day.

Dreaming I crashed my car for fun,
Trying to make it off the 101 and back home to you.
Back when I had a home with you.
Now I live in a crack den.
Pray for some art on the walls and some sheets that aren't dark grey.
And a little fucking heat.

But that pilot burnt out years ago,
So I'll just wait for the sun,
and hope it's a bright day.

Buried beneath my sunglasses,
If you can't see me, you can't touch me.
And nobody's hopeless.
But nobody's happy.
Nobody wins.

Hit my bed before the sunrise,
for the first time in forever.
I can't sleep.
Because it's a bright day.
Track Name: Brighter Day
Wrote these words down four years ago,
and sang them so many times
they don't make fucking sense anymore
Or add up at all--
Like closed captioned lines on a TV show
in my dentist's waiting room
where I go to get a tooth pulled.
I'd say the rot's still the same.
Sang about too many morning times.
I think I named too many streets.
And relied on the pronoun "you."
Always relied too much on you.

Made it home after the sunrise for the first time in a lifetime.
And it's a bright day.

Dreaming I crashed my car for fun,
Trying to make it off the 101 and back home to you.
Back when I had a home with you.
Now I live in a crack den.
Pray for some art on the walls and some sheets that aren't dark grey.
And a little fucking heat.

But that pilot burnt out years ago,
So I'll just wait for the sun,
and hope it's a bright day.

Buried beneath my sunglasses,
If you can't see me, you can't touch me.
And nobody's hopeless.
But nobody's happy.
Nobody wins.

Hit my bed before the sunrise,
for the first time in forever.
I can't sleep.
Because it's a bright day.