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Something New
04:11
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Wake up your sense of adventure
Shake up your mundane routine
Forget about work for awhile
Leave it behind it’s about god damn time
Go on and find what feeds your soul
Hold on and never let it go
Believe you can do anything
Dare to be bold don’t believe all you’re told
Chorus:
Come on and grab that hand right next to you
And help one another make it through
Lead the way to something new
Dream big, now fortune favors the brave
Think big and branch out of your mind
Devise a path of your own
A beacon of light guiding others to take flight
Don’t stop pursuing what you want
Can’t stop this run away train
Maintain a modest state of mind
Keep your head high even when you don’t know why
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Paranoia
05:31
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These delusions have illusions of their own
And my conscience is a field that’s overgrown
Forced seclusion to obtain one last grasp of any bit of control
Got a reputation to uphold
Time is lost what day is it I’m crawling right outta my skin
I’m compromised, they’re closing in, gotta get you outta my head
They say it gets easier with time behind your back
But every hour that ticks on by I strive to stay on track
Sinking down on solid ground
Lost and alone with my friends all around
Screaming for help but no one hears
This has been my life for years
These creations of fixations get out of hand
Living day to day afraid is not what I planned
Seems temptations always find a way to sway my belief of wrong and right
Got a knack for acting out of spite
Spiral deeper and deeper into madness
Not much longer I can take this
Paranoia gnaws at my nerves
Running faster and faster to a dead end
How much longer can I pretend
My destruction doesn’t fuel you
(is what I deserve)
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What If...
08:46
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What if I was born by another name
Would I sing these songs for you just the same
Would I tell you bout where I’ve been, lonely hearts and life for whatever the hell its worth
What if I had come from another womb
Would this voice I own choose to sing the blues
Would I find myself to weak or stand up and speak to defend my pleas
What if I was raised by another man
Would I still be singing the hardest I can
Would I ever dare to dream outside this web of self-esteem or let fear win
We’ve all got more to give than we think we got
There’s so much more to see than our eyes perceive
What if I were you and you were me
Of all the questions left to ask
What if I weren’t here at all, at all
What if I weren’t here at all
What if I was wed to another heart
Would my joy to sing begin to depart
Would I feel the need to seek or forever know to keep my only muse
What if I was living in another skin
Would my chance to sing fall short and thin
Would my patience persevere, rise above above the fear or let in get the best of me
What if I was taught to hate instead of love
Would I use these words to set myself above
Would I join hand in hand with the heart of gold band or never understand
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Pickin' Pear
Tia Martini and Leon Elam create an original modern sound on two traditional instruments. Together the Pickin’ Pear take the banjo and ukulele down the road of folk, rock, and bluegrass. Sometimes the ukulele will launch you straight into outer space! A blend of top-notch songwriting and improvisational jamming makes each performance exciting and new. ... more
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