On The Wet Streets Of Sevilla

On The Wet Streets Of Sevilla is the first song I've finished for the new Parks & Recreation album. It's about Easter Week in southern Spain. I went for crisp imagery in this song. I tried to capture the feeling of slow motion as the parades of people oozed into the church carrying big floats on their shoulders. Here are the lyrics:

On the wet streets of Sevilla,
We were walking as if on air
Past the shops of memorabilia
When Jesus entered the square.

 The paint on His body was peeling.
His face was the portrait of pain.
We’d never seen such depth of feeling
Until we came to southern Spain.

 Trains of men in capirotes
Swinging crosses in a colorful line
Led Him slowly down the alleyways.
As trombones moaned and trumpets whined.

 Wreaths of roses around his sandles.
Countless flames wriggling in the rain.
We’d never seen so many glittering candles
Until we came to southern Spain.

 Here in Andalusia:
Black bulls on the hills.­­
Jesus says, “Come lose yourself.”­­
We will.
We did.

 The square filled up with people.
The cathedral doors were opened wide.
With the bells ringing out from the steeples
The parade all floated inside.

With their Savior on their shoulders.
They just flowed in like blood in a vein.
We’d never seen such passion smolder.
Until we came to Southern Spain.

Jesus entered the square.

Jesus entered the square.

Joe and I did some demo work on this song a while back. Here is one of our earliest attempts to work the song out. This version has no lyrics.

Trombones moan and trumpets whine.

Trombones moan and trumpets whine.

And here is me attempting a take at home on my piano. You can make out the vocal melody, but my playing is pretty spotty. Expect more polish on the final version.

Black bulls on the hills.

Black bulls on the hills.