The Asphalt and the Sin

by The Spreewells

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released 01 February 2014

Richard Wittman: rhythm guitar and vocals
Jeff Gross: lead guitar; backing vocals
Mike Ball: bass guitar; backing vocals
Joel Joseph: drums

Mixed by Rick Parker: AP, Pointless, You're all Pedophiles, Diego Garcia, Madrid to Montevideo
Mixed by Luke Tierney: Ryanair Express, All the Things, Dreams of Lebanon, Radio Silence

Produced by Luke Tierney and Jeff Gross

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The Spreewells Los Angeles, California

The Spreewells make angular energetic music about the modern world. Their name evokes the savage beauty of a certain basketball player and the noble river that flows through a delicious foreign city. They are: Richard Wittman (voice, rhythm guitar), Jeff Gross (lead guitar), Mike Ball (bass), and Ro Meraz (drums). On these recordings, drums were played by Joel Joseph. ... more

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Track Name: AP
AP

Syndicates and stylish kids
Schoolteachers facing down the lids
Everybody's got a point to make today
And everybody loves a well-attended parade
Oh-oh-oh-oh

But from San Giovanni to your living room
Its a long long way and you shouldn't assume
The men in the newsroom are old and cunning
Something about the story's always gonna be funny
Oh-oh-oh-oh
Oh-oh-oh-oh

But now we're famous baby, look at the TV set
But I can't see our faces in that imagery yet
Didn't I see you down by the park?
Was it you – in the via Cavour?

Did you hear what they said? Well it's not strictly true
About the glass that broke and the rocks that went sailing through

Cos the camera phones were our eyes on the street
And caught the boys with the bats hanging with the police
Yeah they got it on film, so let me repeat:
The boys with the bats came in with the police

So from San Giovanni to your living room
Its a long long way and you shouldn't assume
Cos the men in the newsroom are old and cunning
Something bout the story's guaranteed to be funny

But now we're famous baby, look at the TV set
But I don't recognize our faces in that imagery yet
Was it you that smashed that car?
Was it you – in the via Cavour?
Track Name: Ryanair Express
Ryanair Express

How could I forget the asphalt and the sin?
The motorbike or the ways you liked all the times I touched your skin
Garbatella, Tuscolana, Aniene, they're haunted names to me too
Like every road down which we've been

No one gave us a thought and we hardly left a trace
"Fatality" written right across that city's face
I'm glad you held on tight whenever I drove too fast
Or too slow, which was all the time, I know

Always acting up and crying out
Reaching out with both of my hands
I took a Ryanair express
To another promised land

But now's the time to let it
Now's the time to let it go
But I don't know, I just don't know
What happens to the words we spoke
And the air we breathed?
Where do they go? Where will they go?

I've been to confirm we really never left a trace
Fatality's been erased from that old city's face
Garbatella, Tuscolana, Aniene, they're haunted names to me still
And I'm on my toes, looking over every hill

Always acting up and crying out
Reaching out with both of my hands
I took a Ryanair express
To another promised land
Track Name: Pointless
Pointless

You were never one to give out a lot of information
And I've no idea where you're likely now to be
But I don't need to ask you how those old dreams all worked out
I've never seen your face on my TV

We used to sit in your room critiquing import records
We had all the time then that we could use
We had checkered tees from Beckers and lots of DIY
No one cared, and least of all us two

But in retrospect it all seems a little bit pointless
We were so convinced we were totally punk
We'd kohl our eyes, metamorphosize and take the bus down into town
Take our hits with the other kids
And then waste the afternoon
Just hanging around

We'd hope and fear when girls watched us
Drink our beer
Then I'd stumble up the stairs
Feel the spinning in my head
The next day there'd be a show to see, some kind of hot new group
And the thought of all that confidence in the room with me made me sweat
Oh, that's what we get, and there's no space to complain
You just deal with it like a pigeon hides from the rain

And in retrospect it all seems a little bit pointless
Or was it? I don't know what that even means
Sure, all those predictable things happened
Like they do
He who says his word isn't always heard
It just floats off and it leaves you blue

Like it's pointless
Pointless
Pointless
Track Name: You're All Pedophiles
You're All Pedophiles

The demos arrive by the basket
But the sounds are depressingly the same
Is it really too much to ask for
A spotty genius who's voice just changed
And nothing unlocks your delectation
And the pleasures of joys depraved
Than when the new voice of a generation
Has barely started to shave

You're all pedophiles
Your fingers damp on the dials
You got your eye on the scene
If the next Byron or Keats
Sold lemonade on your street
You'd be ever so keen

The newest bedroom baladeer won't finish school for another year
But the comparisons are starting to fly
And his downy upper lip with talent clearly drips
And you lap it up and I know why

Because you're pedophiles
Your fingers damp on the dials
You've got your eye on the scene
If the next Byron or Keats
Sold lemonade on your street
You'd be ever so keen
In your magazine

Sit down boys, time for the interview to start
Now this is where you watch them misbehave and try to act the part
That they've been practicing for all their lives
And you're in heaven, you're in rapture
The future is staring you right between the eyes

The latest female voice from the top of the critics choice
Still has to ask you to buy her a beer
She thinks this is gonna be fun but the poor kid she's the only one
Cos you've already plotted out her career

You're all pedophiles
Your fingers damp on the dials
You got your eye on the scene
If the next Dylan or Pete
Sold lemonade on your street
You'd be walking in a dream
Track Name: All the Things
All the Things

All the things he said he'd do for you
All his lies and all that he said that was true
It was more than just a game to him
But it’s a shame whenever good intentions count for nothing
But whatever

So what you gonna do with silence that surrounds?
What's your next move now that everything is broken down?
Don't know a person in this whole town who isn't waiting for something
But I really don't mean to lump in you with what's lying around

Glad you don't mind my asking you
Questions to which the answers just aren't coming through
Cos in your shoes I would never put up with shit like that from you

I've got miles and miles and miles to catch up
I'm desperate for a bed so that I can rest up
And I'm not feeling any younger haunting these old streets
With these old dreams beneath my feet
Even if I like your name on my tongue

Glad you don't mind my asking you
Questions to which the answers just aren't coming through
Cos in your shoes I would never put up with shit like that from you
Track Name: Dreams of Lebanon
Dreams of Lebanon

"Cheeky cheeky monkey what is it you're trying to say?
I'm all ears and eyes for you"
I'm feeling sub-suburban in the shadow of the stories of the
Places where you go – and the things you do
And this giant world
In which you seem to move

The director's assistant is dishing out some secrets
Bout the wife of the famous man
The fisheries inspector's telling all about the dancefloor
Moves that hooked Hugh Grant
And I'm just alone with you
In the pro-pro-pro-proverbial crowded room

Cos you had me at "Palestine"
With the pinhole cameras
And the darkroom in a john
You've left me upended in the air
With the strangest dreams
Of trips to Lebanon

"Cheeky cheeky monkey do your best to catch your breath
This hardly qualifies as stress"
The Alitalia blanket leaves me colder than the oceans
That separate the east from the west
And rest from the best
And me from you

You had me at "Palestine"
With the pinhole cameras
And the darkroom in the john
You've left me upended in the air
With the strangest dreams
Of trips to Lebanon
The strangest dreams
Of trips to Lebanon
Track Name: Diego Garcia
Diego Garcia

Its always hard on the little ones
But if you ask around
Its just as bad for the middle sons
When the dynasty starts burning through the love
Will the rebels attack from the wast?
Or will they come in from the east?
You must beware noncommittal ones
Your back is turned and then its all the above

Do you remember Ibiza Spain?
That was us at our ruthless best
That bitch will never be the same
Lesson learned, though, brother brother brother tell me now, weren't those the days?
But now there's death raining down from above
From Diego Garcia
The people will always bless our name
But the hour tells me that now its time to pray
(Let us pray)

Bring me my mastiffs
Bring me my silken shirts, pour me Hennessey
You're not going anywhere, you're staying right here
With me till the artificial fire draws the curtains on me

Bring me my mastiffs
Bring me my silken shirts, pour me Hennessey
You're not going anywhere, you're staying right here
With me while the artificial fire draws the curtains on me

Cos now there's death raining down from above
From Diego Garcia
The people will always bless our name
And the hour tells me - now its time to pray
Let us pray
Track Name: Madrid to Montevideo
Madrid to Montevideo

It's a long way from Madrid to Montevideo
But people survive such journeys all the time
The camera points at the ruined houses
The football fans swagger in their blouses
And you look at me and this all seems sublime

It's the wrong way to shoot things straight to video
But people make that mistake more often than they will say
And the hotel clerk worked the phones
But we underpacked so we froze to the bone
We didn't see a newspaper for at least nine days

Come up to the room with me baby, please
With the demonstrators shouting and banging down in the street

Cos it's a long long way
From back here to yesterday
It's a one-way trip on a one-way boat
Is it fair to think it can stay afloat?

Come on sweetness, let's order another drink
You know I love disappearing in your eyes when you blink

Come up to the room with me baby, please
With the demonstrators shouting and fighting down in the street

Cos it's a long long way
From back here to yesterday
It's a one-way trip on a one-way boat
Is it fair to think it can stay afloat?
Such a long long way
From back here to what we can say today
Mere dreams of aviation
Cannot fortify our patience

It's a long way from Madrid to Montevideo
But people survive such journeys all the time
Track Name: Radio Silence
Radio Silence

I was awakened by the hissing of the rain
I thought of you before all of that other shit came
And it took hold and the day is just a minute old
And this room that's seen so many things
Is right now feeling miserable and cold

When we undressed, time compressed super tight
Now those hours vie with months of ordinary time, and that's not right
But I give in without a fight
And I'm fighting for the right from you
To give in without a fight another day
It just won't go away

But now you've called for radio silence
To protect yourself before the feelings get too violent
And the window pane is not misnamed
When you look out of it and wonder if you'll see her again

I've got no reception or my battery's gone dead
The only conversation's taking place inside my head
But it just stays the same, there's nothing new coming in
And if its been a sin for us to begin this amorous affair
Well my morality just really really really doesn't care
I'd come for you anywhere

But now you've called for radio silence
To protect yourself before the feelings get too violent
And the window pane is not misnamed
When you look out of it and wonder if you'll see her again
And the window pane has earned its name
When you look out of it and wonder if you'll see her again
And the window pane is not misnamed
When you look out of it and wonder if you'll see her again