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Month of Sundays

by Spill Jar

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1.
Unfurled 03:11
When you fell into the ocean I did not understand And when the pirate rescued you The harbor bells they rang The time on Table Mountain Thought you'd not return Imagined that the checkout girl Had stolen you from Earth Seems like we’re not meant to be Not meant for me, not meant for me Don't say you never asked for this (you asked for this) A misplaced kiss Dreamed I saw you burning Across the endless sand Saw your heart crash landing Scars upon your hand Seems like we're not meant to be Not meant for me, not meant for me Don't say you never asked for this (you asked for this) Our sunken ship
2.
For You 03:41
Packed up what was left Of what was done and said In my rusty car Drove to Arkansas Ten mornings Ten blue Ozark nights Scrambled in my bed East Texas skies ahead Waitress said this plate of runny Eggs is all that's left For you Left for you Broken souls in broken towns No escape from down and out Ten miles away from another mistake Last face that I saw Leaving Omaha Backseat papers piled up Screaming out the days From you Days from you
3.
Come what may leaving today After all this who would blame me? Cover my tracks clothes on my back After today who could save me? Imagined tenderness Short nights of ballroom kisses Let it all go to shit Spanish umbrella burning down Drunk with who’s left in this no horse town Streetlights in sorry mist Ghost bedroom emptiness You know it's better like this Friends say forget we ever met Easier now familiar stranger No long goodbye waste of your time Come to expect your howling silence What's left is such a mess Long nights their angry hiss Let it all go to shit Spanish umbrella burning now No sense to make no break it down It boils in my head The things you never said You think it's better like this?
4.
Barcelona 02:35
Don't say a word, don't say a word Just give me a moment In case you haven't heard, I know you haven't heard I live where the rocks bend I should be sleeping Not making coffee Fighting for blankets Seriously talking Close enough to touch, I'm never quite enough To keep you here Did I take your hand in a foreign land or Did I paint you into a dream? Cry and cry in the dark no one comes Drive and drive through the night no one comes Too long past innocent, worn out and cynical Hot face caught in the rain Should have known better but, not unexpected Wet like your face in the rain I took my medicine Turned all the tables then Left for the harbor and Watched you drive off again Don't say a word, don't say a word I won't believe you In case you haven't heard, I know you haven't heard Or you'd be turning back
5.
Emily Waits 03:39
Emily sits in her triangle chair Keeping her head in the fog Trippin’ on oxygen Talking to postmen and dogs And she don’t know how it feels To be alone It’s what I heard, what I said it was only It’s just what I meant at the time She pictures herself on a boat in the sunset Rattles to me on the phone And she don’t know how it feels To be alone And she’s not quite what she seems To be at all Should I take a little more time? Should I run away and hide? She’s so hard to handle I just can’t find an angle On Emily Emily waits for a bus to the country Running away from it all Last thing I heard she be coming back Sunday Looks like I’m in for a fall And she don’t know how it feels To be alone And she’s not quite what she seems To me at all

about

Spill Jar, and the Month of Sundays EP, evolved out of three guitar demos that I put up on Soundcloud. A short ad on Craigslist read 'Lyricist seeks Musicians', inviting musicians who liked the sound to contact me. I had written lyrics, and wanted to get some players together to see if we could turn these rough cuts into songs. Ryan, who runs Studio B at Oak Grove Recording Studio, saw the ad and liked the demos - and offered me free studio time to come in and record. From there the project took off and became a full EP. I started writing more and Ryan produced, arranged, and pushed me to move beyond my comfort zones. He is a brilliant producer and musician who made this project real and I am forever in his debt.

At least I now know how to properly tie a scarf. And that's something.

credits

released November 22, 2017

Spill Jar is:
Matt Laudato - guitars, slide guitar, vocals
Ryan Frazeaux - bass, piano, organ, guitars, percussion
Zach Tranchemontagne - drums (except For You)
Matthew Hamer - drums on For You

All songs written by Matt Laudato
All arrangements by Ryan Frazeaux
Produced by Ryan Frazeaux
Engineered by Ryan Frazeaux

Recorded at Oak Grove Recording Studio, Malden, MA

Album art by Emily Royer

Guitar gear:
Fender Hot Rod Deluxe
Gibson SG
Fender Strat
Epiphone Les Paul Junior
Boss BD2 Blues Driver
Boss TR2 Tremelo
Whole bunch of Ryan's pedals

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