SOUNDS FROM THE PRIMORDIAL SOUP.
Johnny Pears is a South Shields (UK) born musician, artist and writer who channels a spontaneous style of song composition, championing it as his creative outlet - or put simply, the only way he’s ever known: “How to make anything half decent”.
Not methodical or really one to force things, his material comes unannounced, often scribbling lyrics down or mumbling midnight voice memo melodies or guitar lines into his phone - much to the annoyance of his partner.
Like most, his influences are vast and you’ll hear various layers and subconscious nods to contemporaries and those gone before.
He has a sound, but that sound can and does vary. Johnny uses software, physical instruments and a blend of his punchy and harmonious vocals to set off on a sonic DIY journey of discovery, using the ideas spawned from this curious pool of spontaneity.
Pin Cushion
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Night Crawlers
You dim the lights.
I make a tortured pun.
And in the night.
Bang goes my loaded gun.
We get things wrong.
I’m welcomed home.
Back to your throne
Trying to be.
Something you’re clearly not.
You shake the tree.
And tie yourself in knots.
This foreign feign.
Will be in vain. I share your pain.
Oh starry night.
What is in store for me?
You shine so bright. Blanket of empathy.
I’m on my knees.
In sacred stance.
Come rescue me
You dim the lights.
I make a tortured pun.
And in the night.
Bang goes my loaded gun.
We get things wrong.
I’m welcomed home.
Back to your throne.
Pin Cushion
Feel that something?
It's not nothing
Stomach churning
Inside burning
A cessation
Of human conscious
Come cremation
Endless nothing?
I was hoping
For some romance
Empty graveyard
Gentle slow dance
Universe
What a curse
And it's calling into question
Anodyne
Is a word
That you never care to mention
The why is in the rub
Stick a pin in me
Some place somewhere
Something's listening
Soil keeps turning
Cosmic whispering
I was hoping
For some romance
Empty graveyard
You know the rest
Universe
What a curse
And it's calling into question
Anodyne
Is a word
That you never care to mention
The why is in the rub
Stick a pin in me
The darkest days may come
Stick a pin in me
I wanna know
Where do we go?
I wanna know
Where do we go?
I wanna know