Biography:
Spanish Love Songs is a Los Angeles based punk rock band consisting of Dylan Slocum (Guitar and Vocals), Kyle McAulay (Guitar), Trevor Dietrich (Bass), Ruben Duarte (Drums), and Meredith Van Woert (Keys).
Starting out as a three-piece after their previous band dissolved, Dylan Slocum, Gabe Mayeshiro, and Ruben Duarte soldiered on before recruiting Kyle McAulay on guitar, via an online advert, to flesh out their sound a few months later. With McAulay
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[Intro]
B G#m E (x2)
[Verse]
B
I say there’s more hurt than happy in my mind
B
Each time my chest aches
B
Like I can’t breathe deep right
G#m F# E
But maybe I just don’t know myself that well
B
Or I’m up on the stage playing up the lies:
B
“Isn’t he miserable?” “Dylan, are you alright?”
G#m
You’re the only one that I’ve talked to tonight
F# E
If I’m being honest
B
it’s only cause I’m scared
[Chorus]
F# G#m E B
Maybe I should learn to love myself?
F# G#m E B
It always feels better staying down
F# G#m E B
Maybe I’ll be happy in the end
F# G#m E B
Should I hold my breath and wait for it?
[Interlude]
B G#m E (x2)
[Verse]
B
It’s the same way that I’ve always been—
B
Talking shit for attention
B
complaining for the eyes
G#m
Telling every stranger I meet the same
F# E
three stories
B
It’s not interesting
B
Feeling more paranoid than motivated
B
Turning down sex when I’m feeling depressed
B
And when I think I’m losing my mind
G#m F# E B
I got a chorus of voices who remind me that:
B
“Nothing you do is real
B
Nothing you feel is real
B
But it’s full of consequences.”
[Chorus]
F# G#m E B
Maybe I should learn to love myself?
F# G#m E B
It always feels better staying down
F# G#m E B
Maybe I’ll be happy in the end
F# G#m E B
Should I hold my breath and wait for it?
[Interlude]
B E B E G#m F# B
B G#m F# E
[Bridge]
B
I’m spending a year
G#m
out of my comfort zone
F#
I don’t think I’ve ever been comfortable
E
in my life or my own skin
B
So I spent a decade
G#m
painting myself blue
F#
Running from any hint of the truth:
E
I’m far too old to complain about dying alone
B
When I’ve been the way I’ve been
B
I’m spending a year
G#m
out of my comfort zone
F#
I don’t think I’ve ever been comfortable
E
in my life or my own skin
B
So I spent a decade
G#m
painting myself blue
F#
Running from any hint of the truth:
E
I’m far too old to complain about dying alone
B
When I’ve been the way I’ve been
B
I’m spending a year
G#m
out of my comfort zone
F#
I don’t think I’ve ever been comfortable
E
in my life or my own skin
B
So I spent a decade
G#m
painting myself blue
F#
Running from any hint of the truth:
E
I’m far too old to complain about dying alone
B
When I’ve been the way I’ve been
B
And I don’t think I could fix this
G#m
if I found God
F#
And there’s no drug in the world
E
that could possibly wash this off
B
I can’t even go down to the river
G#m
And stick my fucking head in it
F#
The feeling’s gone
F#
Just let me come back home
E
Let me wash the dark away
[Outro]
C#m D#m E (x3)
B
B G#m E (x2)
[Verse]
B
I say there’s more hurt than happy in my mind
B
Each time my chest aches
B
Like I can’t breathe deep right
G#m F# E
But maybe I just don’t know myself that well
B
Or I’m up on the stage playing up the lies:
B
“Isn’t he miserable?” “Dylan, are you alright?”
G#m
You’re the only one that I’ve talked to tonight
F# E
If I’m being honest
B
it’s only cause I’m scared
[Chorus]
F# G#m E B
Maybe I should learn to love myself?
F# G#m E B
It always feels better staying down
F# G#m E B
Maybe I’ll be happy in the end
F# G#m E B
Should I hold my breath and wait for it?
[Interlude]
B G#m E (x2)
[Verse]
B
It’s the same way that I’ve always been—
B
Talking shit for attention
B
complaining for the eyes
G#m
Telling every stranger I meet the same
F# E
three stories
B
It’s not interesting
B
Feeling more paranoid than motivated
B
Turning down sex when I’m feeling depressed
B
And when I think I’m losing my mind
G#m F# E B
I got a chorus of voices who remind me that:
B
“Nothing you do is real
B
Nothing you feel is real
B
But it’s full of consequences.”
[Chorus]
F# G#m E B
Maybe I should learn to love myself?
F# G#m E B
It always feels better staying down
F# G#m E B
Maybe I’ll be happy in the end
F# G#m E B
Should I hold my breath and wait for it?
[Interlude]
B E B E G#m F# B
B G#m F# E
[Bridge]
B
I’m spending a year
G#m
out of my comfort zone
F#
I don’t think I’ve ever been comfortable
E
in my life or my own skin
B
So I spent a decade
G#m
painting myself blue
F#
Running from any hint of the truth:
E
I’m far too old to complain about dying alone
B
When I’ve been the way I’ve been
B
I’m spending a year
G#m
out of my comfort zone
F#
I don’t think I’ve ever been comfortable
E
in my life or my own skin
B
So I spent a decade
G#m
painting myself blue
F#
Running from any hint of the truth:
E
I’m far too old to complain about dying alone
B
When I’ve been the way I’ve been
B
I’m spending a year
G#m
out of my comfort zone
F#
I don’t think I’ve ever been comfortable
E
in my life or my own skin
B
So I spent a decade
G#m
painting myself blue
F#
Running from any hint of the truth:
E
I’m far too old to complain about dying alone
B
When I’ve been the way I’ve been
B
And I don’t think I could fix this
G#m
if I found God
F#
And there’s no drug in the world
E
that could possibly wash this off
B
I can’t even go down to the river
G#m
And stick my fucking head in it
F#
The feeling’s gone
F#
Just let me come back home
E
Let me wash the dark away
[Outro]
C#m D#m E (x3)
B
Spark
Spark Alaska
Sparkles*
Sparks the Rescu (...)
Sparky