Record Machine

by Sissy Mena

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Debut album from Chicago three-piece Sissy Mena.

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released 15 November 2011

Sissy Mena is:

Tyler Brinegar - Guitars, Vocals
Adam Bonich - Drums, Percussion
Taylor Briggs - Bass, Additional Guitars, Keys

Music by Sissy Mena
Lyrics by Tyler Brinegar

Recorded June 2010 - August 2011 at Blackcity Studios, Chicago, IL
Engineered by Tom Whittaker and Paul Norman
Additional Recording at Bowie's House, Chicago, IL

Mixed by Tim Sandusky, Chicago, IL
Mastered by Carl Saff, Chicago, IL

Cover Photo by Chelsea Garwacki
Additional Photography by Adam Bonich
Designed by Sissy Mena and Tara Shade

Thanks to our parents.

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Sissy Mena Chicago

Sissy Mena (mean-uh) is a three-piece sonic rock band from Chicago. They play loud and quiet and fast and slow, all with their hands and feet.

Their 2009 Young Girl EP drew comparisons to 90's heros such as Dinosaur Jr., My Bloody Valentine, and the Smashing Pumpkins.

In November 2011, after 14 months in the studio, Sissy Mena released their debut LP Record Machine.
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Track Name: Soon Speeding Gear
Counting clouds won't pay the ransom
I know I know I know
Midnight hours won't make you handsome
It shows it shows it shows

I never said it as much
I couldn't mean it enough
A combination of techno tools and overstatement
And now you're acting so tough
When all you need is a touch
Stimulated by sex or drugs or conversation

I've got a plan, it has no legs, I told the man
I'm so relieved that he conceived of the sabbath for some down time
I can't believe he's so conceited he can't keep off of his own mind

Hey baby sometimes, you gotta bring me sunshine
With all the shit on my mind
Just get out of here

There's blood in these veins

Human touch, human touch, humans touch
Track Name: Planets
Old boys love countries
Red white and blue
Young boys love planets
I just love you

Old girls love money
It's tried and true
Young girls love honey
I just love you

Reap what you sow
Be glad you know
You're not a natural blue
With addictions to prove

Last call for season
And your teenage blues
Toe-tested treason
And apocalypse clues
Don't bleed on my shoes

I want the neon youth
I want convenient truth
I want the silver screen
Pictures the size of me

A permanent style, a bottomless sea
And you look just like I imagined
A permanent class on top of the trees
And you look just like I imagined
Track Name: Rorschachs
I'm counting stars amongst my friends and leaving town
My tongue is bent from silent stints in strangers' mouths
I couldn't make sophisticated neon sound
Just make it up, I do it, I'll prove it

Lady graces, I'm a fish and you're a minnow
Human traces, silhouetting through your window
Fame on the north side, a sycophantic infant fantasy
Incantations, anesthetized by sequenced sound

Asked and answered, I am Lara's Lunar lover
Asked and answered, I am looking for no other

My head overreacts
My bed expands, contracts
She sees herself in rorschachs
She hides in leaves of grass

I'm counting stars amongst my friends and letting go
My tongue is bent from lost consent to lose control
And you're free to trade for taller shade to stretch your soul
Just make it up, I do it, I blew it
Track Name: The Niche
Taking off and landing, expanding
With one eye on the ground, safe and sound
The weather lands on my plans, and news stands
I'm not afraid of earth, I've been here since birth

And I aint taking phone calls
I'm watching cadillacs in the sky
I've polished off your strongest stuff
I closed my eyes

Rights and wrongs and proteins, and chlorine
I'm looking toward the sky, saying my goodbyes
And look outside, it's spring
From inside this town I don't feel a thing

And I aint taking phone calls
I'm watching cadillacs in the sky
It's better shows with curtains close
So close your eyes

And I'm going to bed
And I'm going to bed
Blue skies inside of my head
And I'm going to bed
Track Name: Record Machine
Going out of my way to run from the car
Going out of my way wherever you are
Going outside the lines to hide from the scene
Compromising my time whatever that means

She's got a record machine
And now she's out on the scene
With all the boys and their dreams
She's got a record machine

Our gardens filled with April flowers
Our journals writ with alphabet soup
We lean on style to sweeten our sours
With bottles of time and nothing to do

She's got a record machine
And now she's out on the scene
A lovely chemical queen
She's got a record machine

And they don't even start
Not even Joan of Arc
Track Name: Whistle
When she walked into the room
She was the news
Can she stand on both her hands while talking
Not all girls can fly

They don't come back with saving grace
Just a standard embrace
But who's to say who's saving whose place, in fake space
I can't claim to tell

I never caught the rain
(it always falls on me sometimes)
To mean much more than anything
(like children's tales and nursery rhymes)
I'll whistle while you shake
(attention spans and tension lines)
I'll catch you in the fall

I'm more than half awake
I'm more than half of anything
Track Name: Eager Entertainer
You are a lovely record player
You are a peaceful demonstrator
You are a powder-nosed sustainer
You are an eager entertainer

I need a friend to comprehend my back and forth behavior
I need a friend to comprehend my back and forth behavior
Track Name: Verisimilitude
It's the times, that keeps you searching for rhymes
It's the news, it's got you stuck with the blues

So spit it out and walk ahead
Your body beats your brain is dead
A broken heart will follow you
From nursery to surgery school

It's the math, it's got you coming in last
It's the boys, that keeps you smothered in noise

So spit it out and walk ahead
Your body beats your brain is dead
A broken heart will follow you
From nursery to surgery school

And hey it's almost summer

I hope they take the truth out

Verisimilitude, it could happen to you
Verisimilitude, it could happen to you

So spit it out and walk ahead
Your body beats your brain is dead
A broken heart will follow you
From nursery to surgery school
Track Name: Fancy Films
And settle down for season
It takes a pint of truth to kick you back
Forget about your reasons
Make the long walk home and just be glad

And clarify my treason
The better sides of you don't seem so bad
I think we all need pleasin'
So leave your fancy films inside your bag

The band was so ironic, never supersonic at all
Playing all your favorites in between your telephone calls
Hanging out the back door, making sure that everyone saw
Even though you said it you never really meant it at all
Track Name: Making It True
You never watered the plants
You'll never harvest all your plans
And if you find your way back home

You'll see me as a boy
In memories destroyed
I'll be waiting by the phone

You're making it true