Vs. the Sophomore Slump

by Venice Sunlight

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Welcome to Venice Sunlight's 2nd official release, appropriately titled "Vs. the Sophomore Slump". One track of pure boisterous bar room rock (Hey Logan!) flipped with one track of pure classic rock ecstasy (Miscreants). Dig in and enjoy.

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released 21 April 2012
Venice Sunlight vs. the Sophomore Slump
1) Hey Logan! /// 2) Miscreants

Produced by Jonathan Low and John Faye
Engineered and mixed by Jonathan Low at Miner Street Recording, Philadelphia, PA
Mastering by Ryan Schwabe at the Maniac Mansion, Philadelphia, PA
Pre-production by Todd Mecaughey at Cambridge Sound Studios, Newtown, PA

Venice Sunlight is:
Jayson Verdibello - lead vocals, rhythm guitars
Dave Cohen - lead guitars, backup vocals, organ, mandolin
Steve Krostyne - bass guitar, backup vocals
Alex Brown - drums and percussion

Additional vocals by John Faye, Ed Taylor and Crills Wilson. (Thanks guys; the next round's on us.)

Art design and direction by Steven Rivera.

Lyrics by Verdibello and Cohen. Music by Venice Sunlight.
(P) 2012 Subconscious Spectacle Publishing (ASCAP)
(C) 2012 Venice Sunlight. Consider all our rights reserved, but send these songs to everyone you know anyway.

Special thanks to: Mostly you, for owning this record. To everyone who supported us in 2011 (or earlier)... we will shout you out in the full-length, we swear. To the Ladies of Venice Sunlight (LVS), for making the content of this record possible. And the city of Loretto, Kentucky, for obvious reasons.

Venice Sunlight will return with "Venice Sunlight vs. the Swingers and the Saints"
THIS RECORD IS MEANT TO BE PLAYED LOUD, SO TURN IT UP!

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Track Name: Hey Logan!
It was a Friday, a hot time in Delaware, we can't slow down
Another weekend, another bottle of Jack in another town
And they said that it wasn't okay
To do what we were doing here in this great state
So we gotta come up with the cash some other way

And everybody in the bar room's singing
"Hey hey yeah"
With the boys in the band
"Hey hey yeah"
This is just what we planned
Another night, another sip
Another kiss from other lips
And we know you're gonna sweat 'til you got nothing left

So we're dancing, we're rocking, we're rolling
Spitting hot fire and some of us are jonesing
To take a ride on the Whirligig back to '95
And on stage they're singing "Cigarillo"
It's about to get ugly, about to get real-o
And for the moment we're all in time and we're all in tune

And everybody in the back room's swinging
"Hey hey yeah"
With the boys in the band
"Hey hey yeah"
This is not what we planned
Another night, another show
Another road we gotta go
And we know you're gonna sweat 'til you got nothing left

Let's give it up for the city of Philly
With your brick ivy walls lining down the Old City
We took a ride all the way to New York
Where the party don't stop
What the hell's last call?
Travel north as we ship up to Boston
We don't play no hardcore, but if you care you don't show it
Born to lose, born to win
But we'll do it all again

We're kind of a mess but the best of our kind
And we went with the flow
Yeah, and fame, she's a monster
But we got it on video
And we know that it's just the beginning
Get down with the Swingers, the Saints will keep sinning
It's all for you, 'cause we love what we do
And we're coming through

And everybody in the tap room's screaming
Everybody in the tap room's screaming
"Hey hey yeah"
With the boys in the band
"Hey hey yeah"
This is just what we planned
We got the moves, we got the grooves
And all the rest is up to you
And we know you're gonna sweat 'til you got nothing left
Track Name: Miscreants
She said, "Let's go to Battaglia's Home
'Cause anywhere is better than here"
We sang Southern Comfort versions of an old song by Muse
Those three blocks felt like forever

After five too many we walked down to the pier
And the riverfront was never the same
I stared at her legs for the rest of the night
'Cause her hips would've given it away
And boy, they would've given way

We've been living it
We're just miscreants
And these rail lines
They got electrified
We've been living it
We weren't miscreants
Yeah, and these rail lines
They got electrified

Back at 10th and Willow we were killing the night
With a tonic made of quinine and Svedka
As her black camisole came loose in my hands
I smelled the air of pending disaster
And she smelled of some scent I'd chase after
And she said she'd need a few more to last her
But I sensed that I'd get her home faster
If we'd only stayed home in the first place, yeah

I'd rather see her bound to the rafters
I'd rather see her bound to the rafters
I'd rather see her bound to the rafters
Cause I smelled the air of pending disaster

We've been living it
We're just miscreants
And these rail lines
They got electrified
We've been living it
We weren't miscreants
Yeah, and these rail lines
They got electrified