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‘Livin’ On a Pear’ Out Now – The Fancy Pears Update

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I’ve been working a lot with my band The Fancy Pears so I haven’t had the opportunity to organize myself into magical thoughts of penned realization BUT we released our first album “Livin’ On a Pear” this past Saturday. We’ve been working on it for almost a year, learning how to mix it ourselves before finishing it up. The album is set to be available for streaming on Spotify in a week or so but in the meantime, we’ve posted it on our website: www.thefancypears.com

The Fancy Pears | High Noon Saloon | 11/19/17

Tanis

This song is loosely based on the Pacific Northwest Stories Podcast series ‘Tanis.’ Tim and I binged listened to the Podcast when we first found out about it and as it consumed our thoughts, we succumbed to its magic and came up with the melody and lyrics. 

Somewhere, in the atomic ocean

Floating in a sideways motion

The fisherman had lost his bet

His story, told across the land

 

Spinning, some new age logic

Stolen from ancient knowledge

Seventeen upon his head

The bookman finally met his match

 

Holy, you know I feel so holy

If only, the sky would hold me

Arms outstretched and smiling proud

The gambler fell straight to the ground

 

Beauty, you know I’ve seen true beauty

Flowing right straight through me

The runner cried and shook his head

I’ll never see that place again

 

Sunsweat

I wrote the lyrics and the melody to this during my first winter in Wisconsin. Most of the story is true other than me dreaming about it being hot; perhaps it was all a mirage. 

I was sitting on the front porch today

Feeling alone and kind of lame

Sunsweat dripped down my face

Cold sheen on the water’s glass

 

A clown on a bike, passed me by

With two others riding behind

A barking dog chased them all

They were there and then they weren’t

 

Do you feel the sun today?

Am I going crazy?

 

I stumbled coming out the door

And scraped my face along the earth

Light blinds, something burns my eyes

Sunsweat and blood trickle down

 

Field of Hearts

The lyrics for this song were based off of a piece I wrote several years ago. The Fancy Pears filmed it at a haunted house in Madison, Wisconsin. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HFuZ9c5bCJ4 

I could feel the cracks

Like I was a thin piece of glass

Fragile fingers enclose the frame

Bright eyes follow through the pane

 

In the field of hearts

There is a queen above us all

Shading the light with her advertised wisdom

In the field of hearts

There is a queen standing tall

She assumed the battle won

With all her fiends around us

 

Led by the wordsmith in a hat

Guided by thoughts that drive us mad

White rabbit whiskers lead the path

Counting time as it turns back

 

In the field of hearts

There is a queen above us all

Shading the light with her advertised wisdom

In the field of hearts

There is a queen standing tall

She assumed the battle won

With all her fiends around us

 

Off with her head, singing

Off with her head

To lay above our bed

Off with her head

 

Off with her head, singing

Off with her head

To lay above our bed

Off with her head

 

 

As Told by the Owl

We live in a fucked up society.

 

Bluebird across the water

Come and play with me

Let me have one song to sing

Underneath your tree

Old red tail hawk flew by

Shadow in the leaves

A belly hunting to satisfy

Hovering over me

 

In the graylight of the hour

Will you follow me?

A devil’s waiting for you here

To take you in your sleep

Go on and don’t look back

Cry away your fears

The wind will keep your feathers dry

All throughout the years

 

Up above the treetops

Here you sit with me

The darkness keeps us closer

The stars within our reach

Look up now little one

Pay no mind to me

The moon will greet your spirit home

Follow the light to see

 

Shine on

 

I am grateful for inspiration ❤

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Soul of Martyr

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Oh, phantom memories in their ever-haunting ways

Seeping colorful dreams that paint the chance of escape

I surrender this skin, burnt flesh reformed into something pleasant

A soul of martyr to remain a lost lover for centuries

 

Thin layers of time have folded in this simple state of mind

Senses attacked by fables now threatening to embalm hindsight

Since when did we decide to accept fate as bestowed by the heavens?

I forfeit my role in consciousness to prove my dedication

 

For thy heart, erase these foreign layers of today

We are one in the same as we were yesterday

No wiser in understanding the common assemblage

Forever incomplete in the art of mental association

 

Consume this World, learn to inwardly imbibe

There’s poison in the feelings thickening our minds

Only a few need to forget so the rest will survive

You must continue, I choose action in sacrifice

 

I am grateful for you ❤

Only a “Creative”

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Decisions, decisions

Another day for questions

Because others demand responses

As to, do you:

Want to become successful

OR

Follow your passions?

Like it’s that simple

Or, that only one option

Determines the outcome

Of what is destined

And who I’m meant to be

Sacrifices, compromises

Another day for keeping silent

Told my future could* be bright

As in, if I:

Give up self to the Business

VS

Continue as a “creative”

Like no one artistic has

Ever been effective in

Any type of leadership…ever

Must yield to remain in position

To thrive as one of the corporation

 

I am grateful for music ❤

Dear Child

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My tears fall down

drop…drop….

 

Draining my soul

as I think it does

What can be said about

the monsters of this land;

From a time before we were

promised the mystical “everything”

and nothing but a happy ending?

My tongue’s cut out and

wrapped up in bloodstained linen

My eyes sewn shut while

my wrists are bound tight together

I tried, Dear Child

to stay alive long enough

to fight

But there are those who

choose to be the wiser

of this world

Sacrificing it all for the

perfect escape from truth

Blinded by expectations of brightness

while we all drown in the light;

begging for blackness

The power lies within the

weight of our pockets and

not within the weightlessness

of our minds.

 

I am grateful for the many faces of humility ❤

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Dreamer of My Heart

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There is enough hate
So, I would rather be kind
Wouldn’t you agree?
It’s not hard to change
Love is, and will always be:
A powerful tool
My heart is open
Unlocked and warm, defrosted;
Welcoming new friends

But what happens when
I can’t hear the music here?
Do you see the truth?
A muse of my own
A wanderer of the sky
A man of all words
The profound message
From a boy in a rose shirt,
With a crooked smile
Dreamer of my heart
Guardian of an old soul
Save my restless mind

I am grateful for all of the noise that drowns out the constant chatter. ❤