Critic 2.0
<p> <a href="http://www.pickabar.com/music/pickabar%20-%20the%20critic%20on%20the%20balcony%202nd%20mix.mp3"><br /> <h3> The Critic On The Balcony 2.0 </h3> <p> </a> </p> <p> <a name="a000551more"></a><a id="more"></a></div>…
»<p> <a href="http://www.pickabar.com/music/pickabar%20-%20the%20critic%20on%20the%20balcony%202nd%20mix.mp3"><br /> <h3> The Critic On The Balcony 2.0 </h3> <p> </a> </p> <p> <a name="a000551more"></a><a id="more"></a></div>…
»<h3> The Critic On The Balcony </h3> <p> </a> </p> <blockquote> <p> He’s the critic on the balcony<br /> always seems to have advice for me<br /> I can’t hear my thoughts over that noise<br /> I can’t drown out that inner voice </p> </blockquote> <p> Well I’m drowning in a sea of I shouldn’t haves<br /> I forgot three chords in the second half<br /> Done nothing right everything went wrong<br /> I forgot the third verse of the song </p> <p> I should be singing for you I’m tryin’ to silence him<br /> worrying about the tricky parts at the end<br /> Well I’m worrying about chords and fingerings<br /> Those same old doubts are still lingering </p> <p> </p> <blockquote> <p> <br /> Chorus </p> </blockquote> <p> I’m not good enough I should have practiced more<br /> I’m up on stage but what am I here for<br /> Cheap knockoff songs and a cheap guitar<br /> Low budget clothes I’m a low budget star </p> <p> There are better singers almost everywhere<br /> i’m sure there’re better pickers sittin’ right out there<br /> When they gave out talent I was last in line<br /> they ran out of supplies just when it was my time </p> <p> </p> <blockquote> <p> <br /> Chorus </p> </blockquote> <p> But When I get to that place where everything’s flowing <br /> I dwell in a space that’s way beyond knowing<br /> I ignore his face and feel the glow in yours<br /> I let go of my fears and they fall to the floor </p> <p> when you clap your hands and sing with me<br /> I feel like I’m a king and we’re all royalty<br /> The stage disappears and you’re not fans<br /> We’re all members of the world’s biggest band </p> <blockquote> <p> Chorus </p> </blockquote> <p> It’s so easy to stomp on your own dreams<br /> So easy to pull yourself apart at the seams<br /> And that inner voice is their to shout you down<br /> To crush every little bit of joy that you’ve found </p> <p> Now you may not sing and you may not play<br /> But there’s something that you love and do every day<br /> I’m sure he shows up there now and again<br /> Trust me when I say to hell with him </p> <blockquote> <p> He’s the critic on the balcony<br /> Doesn’t have a thing to offer me<br /> I can’t hear his voice it’s all just noise<br /> He can’t drown out my inner joy </p> </blockquote> <p> Download “<a href="http://www.…
»<h3> (You’re Just) Bad At Math </h3> <p> </a><br /> </center> </p> <p> …a really bad hip hop from bizarro world song, but a song none-the-less. </p> <p> <a name="a000532more"></a><br /> <a id="more"></a> </div>…
»<h3> <a href="http://www.pickabar.com/music/pickabar%20-%20youre%20dying.mp3">“You’re Dying”</a><br /> </h3> <p> </center> </p> <p> Lyrics if you keep reading… </p> <p> <a name="a000507more"></a><br /> <a id="more"></a> </p> <p> <u>You’re Dying</u> </p> <p> A war against a concept in the name of self defense<br /> It’ll cost a trillion dollars but it doesn’t make a bit of sense<br /> They tell us to be wary of crimes terrorists may commit<br /> And they offer us a cure-all loyalty to the president </p> <blockquote> <p> But we’re all dying<br /> Anyone who says anything else is lying </p> </blockquote> <p> A war against substances in the name of public health<br /> But peak behind the curtains and you’ll see it’s all about wealth<br /> There’s money in new prisons and profit in new drugs<br /> A pill for every problem ten million alcoholics shrug </p> <blockquote> <p> Chorus </p> </blockquote> <p> A war against maturity fought with Botox and creams<br /> We’ve lost all sense of dignity we’ve forgotten what it means<br /> To grow old gracefully with head held up in pride <br /> At the wisdom and contentment that fills our hearts with time </p> <blockquote> <p> Chorus </p> </blockquote> <p> A war against reality superstition is our king<br /> Our eyes squeezed shut to avoid the truth that’s plain for all to see<br /> Well our time on this planet is over in a blink<br /> There’s no time for fantasies the end is closer than you think </p></p></div>…
»<h3> <a href="http://www.pickabar.com/music/pickabar - tiny bites (filthy).mp3">Tiny Bites</a><br /> </h3> <p> </center> </p> <p> The mix is actually pretty crappy…way too bassy. You should probably turn down the volume before you listen to it. I was going to adjust it, but unfortunately, I screwed up and lost most of my plugin settings…and I’m way too lazy to start over from scratch. Oh well, enjoy anyway as best you can. </p> <p> Lyrics after the fold!…
»<h1> Song For Sarah </h1> <p> </a> by Gerrard</center><br /> <a name="a000442more"></a><br /> <a id="more"></a> </div>…
»<h1> There’s Away </h1> <p> </a> by Gerrard</center> </p> <p> Right about the time when the spell was being broken, and the craft portion of the songwriting was beginning, <a href="/sumr">Sarah</a> came home from Bellydancing. She opened the door and I remembered how great being an adult can be, even if it’s not exactly like your teenage dreams. Write a song, kiss your girlfriend, and poof the melancholy is gone!…
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»<p> There’s no one blame, not anyone else<br /> I’ll have to take a look at myself<br /> There’s nothing anyone can do to help<br /> when it’s me against the couch </p>…
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