Citrus Lips EP
by Patty Pierzchala
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Digital Album
Immediate download of 5-track album in your choice of high-quality MP3, FLAC, or just about any other format you could possibly desire.Buy Now $1 USD or more
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Evergreen
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Pulp Fiction
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Pile of Roses
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Nothing Personal
03:07
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Claustrophobic
02:39
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about
This is my first album that I didn't write for a fandom. That is something I am so proud of, in and of itself, because I finally get to tell my own story.
Most of these were written while I was driving my big, red van, brushing my teeth, or dying my hair the color of the month. I wrote every line, every vocal run, and every guitar lick. I played all the instruments, recorded the whole thing myself, and added all the little effects.
I know it's not much, but hey, it's mine.
Most of these were written while I was driving my big, red van, brushing my teeth, or dying my hair the color of the month. I wrote every line, every vocal run, and every guitar lick. I played all the instruments, recorded the whole thing myself, and added all the little effects.
I know it's not much, but hey, it's mine.
credits
released 10 September 2012
Thanks to:
Mackenzie Bush- for being my best friend in the entire world, for not holding back when I asked how she felt about a song, and for designing the album art.
John Alexander- for coming up with the name of the album and for being my biggest fanboy.
My family- for keeping me around and letting me use my old bedroom as a recording studio.
The Plurkies- for keeping me sane enough to function.
The GVSU crowd- for being some of the best people I have ever and probably will ever meet.
My YouTube subscribers- for being the reason I do any of this.
And absolutely anyone who listens to/buys this album!
Thanks to:
Mackenzie Bush- for being my best friend in the entire world, for not holding back when I asked how she felt about a song, and for designing the album art.
John Alexander- for coming up with the name of the album and for being my biggest fanboy.
My family- for keeping me around and letting me use my old bedroom as a recording studio.
The Plurkies- for keeping me sane enough to function.
The GVSU crowd- for being some of the best people I have ever and probably will ever meet.
My YouTube subscribers- for being the reason I do any of this.
And absolutely anyone who listens to/buys this album!
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Patty Pierzchala is a singer/songwriter from Grand Rapids, Michigan, who can usually be found performing covers on YouTube or writing songs about Harry Potter. At the age of 19, she currently plays guitar, piano, mallet percussion, ukulele, mandolin, and melodica. Her music is heavily influenced by Meg & Dia, I Nine, Sheryl Crow, The Format, Plain White T's, KT Tunstall, and Taylor Swift. ... more
discography
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Sep 2012 -
May 2012
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- Track Name: Evergreen
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v1. Our hands were buried in the snowflakes
But we still do our secret handshake
Your perfectly-sized fingers fill the spaces next to mine, they're intertwined
And if they froze together, I think I wouldn't mind; my oh my
v2. I'm so scared of heights, but God damn that view
I feel a chill when I see the bottom
Then melt when I see you
But now and then, I still get a shiver,
But it's just the winter, so
Let's freeze, say cheese & take a picture
*Refrain*
'Cause ninety-nine point ninety-nine
Percent of the time
My own two feet are the enemy
When I'm walking on the ice
And I'm prepared to fall so would you
Please just fall with me?
'Cause I think you could be
My evergreen
v3. It's frigid, but you've got me sweating bullets
'Cause I can't see what's up ahead
And looking back, I am so far away from home, my comfort zone
And all our footprints have been covered by the snow
~And I know the avalanche is coming for me
Nature plays its hand indifferently
And like branches shedding their leaves,
We all become estranged
When the seasons change
But I'd like to stay the same~ - Track Name: Pulp Fiction
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v1. You've got an addiction
To any and all forms of fiction
Trying to escape reality
Is your worst disposition
So you're an actress and
You do your own worst depiction
A walking contradiction, then again,
What's life without a little friction?
*When life gives you lemons,
You just blame it on the limelight
If it's on TV, it's not reality
You got your citrus lips all puckered up
And you're looking to be freshly squeezed
You just can't see you're based on a true story*
v2. The media people are always talking
'Bout who or what's to blame
But 2 months ago, you were begging
To be critically acclaimed
And they'll warm their frost-bitten hands
Whenever you go up in flames
And 2 months from now, 2 months from now,
They'll all forget your name
When the spotlight hurts your eyes
And you don't have to fake cry
Look at the mess you've made
And think, "Was it a fair trade
For 15 minutes of fame?" - Track Name: Pile of Roses
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v1. I memorized all of my lines
Rehearsed in the mirror ‘til got ‘em all right
We got to the stage and they all went away
And I know this sounds like a huge cliché, but
I can see, up on the marquee
A Broadway play starring you and me
And when you take your final bow, I promise
I’ll be the one who’s clapping the loudest
But I’m too scared to ask
And so I wear the mask
*Refrain*
You are my favorite actor
Breaking legs and hearts hereafter
I just want you to know
I hope you’re not just a cameo
Oh, no, no there he goes
Another bouquet, a pile of roses
And so the curtains close
I’m just another rose
v2. With that long soliloquy,
You almost made me believe
That this wasn’t a performance
That was the start of my catharsis
I think we should change this blocking
Round and round in circles we’re walking
I’m a member of your entourage, and
You seem to think of me as a mirage
But this apparition
Is gonna nail this audition
There's no plot twist,
No violins, no singing chorus;
I missed my cue
And chance with you
But I am no
Supporting role
This is the end of our scene
And the lights are coming up on me - Track Name: Nothing Personal
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v1. You've got a tendency of bending things
To see if they will break
And I just breathe, as you're contorting me
Into familiar shapes
But I can sense you're unimpressed
It's not a talent I possess
To sit back and relax
While I'm being compressed
v2. I can't stand your ampersands
I'm nothing but an afterthought in your hands
And, up until now, they've all been so compliant
But I'm not comfortable standing in the shadows of giants
*And it's nothing personal,
But you are kind of an asshole
And I'm not so flexible
But you align me and confine me to your angles*
v3. My reflection is distorted when
I look into your eyes
In your trophy case, you'll save my place
As long as I abide
By your mundane chess game
Glass slippers and Mary Janes
Another plastic mannequin
In your shop window display
v4. I can't think how it would have felt
Sitting alone, up on your shelf
Waiting for the dust to settle in my lungs
But it's unlikely, so unlike me to patiently hold my tongue
*Take your comparisons,
I'd much rather have rejection
Did that catch your attention?
What does it take to finally make an impression?
I wonder*
~You call it a commentary
I say it's unnecessary
If I were to qualify,
I'd hardly even recognize myself
And here, I thought I made it,
Gotta learn to read the fine print
You could open doors for me,
Just not as common courtesy~
*Don't take my words so hard
Even though each of yours had me seeing stars
And I mean it from the heart
No offense, but I must send my disregards*
I can't think how it would have felt
Sitting alone, up on your shelf
So unoriginal
And, up until now, they've all been so compliant
But I'm not comfortable
It's nothing personal - Track Name: Claustrophobic
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v1. When I'm on the clock, stuck in my box
I just want to poke some holes in the top
So I can breathe and make believe
That constellations are looking down at me
Oh I'm not at war
And this isn't a prison
I just like to afford
The four corners I live in, but
*When I think about it,
I feel so claustrophobic
And I hope that I can make it out somehow*
v2. I really hate these packing crates
And how my stuff just seems to take up so much space
Oh this move is overdue
But the only thing that's new is this empty room
I'd like to start over
And keep at a distance
I'd barricade the doors
And burn all my bridges
*And then become anonymous
'Cause I feel so claustrophobic
But I'd probably regret it*
I'm covered in layers of skin,
I can't escape it
I'm confined inside my mind
And not even I can change it
Oh I've decided that it's time
For me to just stop waiting
I'm smashing open all the windows
Of opportunity
And if a door doesn't open soon
Believe me, I'll tear down the walls in this room
*I need some ventilation
'Cause I feel so claustrophobic
But I'm trying to be patient*
