WhereThe Sidewalk Ends

by Pësh

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Where The Sidewalk Ends (Petits Miracles, 2016)

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released January 22, 2016

Pësh - Veu, ukulele, toms i percussions
Toni Pagès - Bateria i percussions
Sergi Riera - Baix
JJ Caro - Teclat
Santi Careta - Guitarra
Magí Batalla - Guitarra a 2 i 10
Amadeu Casas - Guitarra a 6 i Slide a 7
Ona Pla - Veus
Nacho Melús - Veus

Col·laboracions:
Mercè Martínez - Veus a 3, 4, 9
Joan Carles Capdevila - Veu a 5 i homenot a 9
Xavier Serrano, Abel Garcia i Xavier Mestres - Veu d’homenots a 9

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Pësh Barcelona, Spain

Pësh (alter ego de Santi Carcasona) es deu a la inspiració dels poemes del polifacètic Shel Silverstein i a l’univers compositiu que s’amagava dins un ukulele.

La influència d’artistes com Eels, The Beatles, Dave Matthews, The Who o Tom Waits ha permès que Pësh aconsegueixi un so i un segell prou particulars. Una fusió entre el caràcter i el so cru americans i el toc britànic.
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Track Name: Get In The Mood
Studying the cosmos, wearing a suit - we're all good at it if we get in the mood
Take out the trash. It's not tough work, oh dude! You can be good at it - try to get in the mood
Fall for somebody, live a honeymoon - you can be good at it if you get in the mood
Laziness, sloth or ineptitude - forget about it and just get in the mood
So maybe the way to make everything good is for us to just relax. Let's get in the mood
(música: Pësh - lletra: Anna Castañé)
Track Name: Daily War
I will not fight your daily war - your tiny fight with our love
You stain all the words with a deep grudge. (We’re) Sinking in the mud now - we´re falling apart. I´m sick of your mood swings, this endless routine. The wartime is over, you lose and you win
(música: Pësh - lletra: Alicia Serrat)
Track Name: Where The Sidewalk Ends
There’s a place where the sidewalk ends and behind the giving tree - there you can play hug o’ war. In the attic the light’s always on. A cheap rhinoceros, a giraffe and a half are always falling up
Let me be a cartoon and don’t call me “sue”. Let’s play, boys, around the world. Where a chained prisoner has a plan, Johnny twenty-five minutes to go, Silver dollar Queen’s proud to be a song in the mouth of great Emmylou
I was following uncle Shelby’s walk - spreading magic, marking where I had to go
For those words from the past, for these songs and his soul, I live where the sidewalk ends
(música i lletra: Pësh)
Track Name: The Death I Live
I have nothing to say about the death I live: an unknown paradise somewhere in the sea. While all the world thinks I’m dead here it's me, joining this gathering of celebrities
Behind me there's bob sitting under a palm tree. Elvis is preparing him a cup of tea. I'm gonna ask Michael if he wants to join me to go to rehab, where we can meet up with Johnny
Can you hear me? Can you hear me? It’s not heaven! Can you her me? Can you hear me? Can you hear me? This is not hell! Can you her me?
From here I can see Marilyn and Kurt - they're talking to Miles cause he feels kind of blue. We’re singing and dancing when someone new arrives. Full moon’s shining bright. In the world some people are crying
(música: Pësh - lletra: Anna Castañé)
Track Name: Why Do I Want To Be In That Showcase?
I close the door and put the key in my bag. The crowd surrounds me in the street …and then I flow as if I was in a stream - on my own, just right now we are myself and me
Being at the front is all that counts - great deals of cash but not much ground. All must be great: “it’s so nice and so clean”, but I wonder: “where all our shit’s fitting in?”
Streetlights that guide sheep, ads walking around. Lights, stars and red carpets - no good in it can be found
Why do I want to be in that showcase? Nobody cares, no one looks here. The more I try to be seen, the less visible I become
If we sell out our lives through many screens, why are there people we don’t see? How is it not to be seen? Goddamn! I just want to fit in
(música: Pësh - lletra: Nacho Melús i Xavier Serrano)
Track Name: Last Sunday Before Winter
Thirty years have past. I still keep on my neck a kiss that made me fly, the sweetness of your smell. What a crazy innocent love that I felt - I didn’t realize that was love and I didn’t ever tell

I remember your smile and your surprising hugs (how lost you made me feel with just hearing your voice). All those memories I have in my head. But last Sunday before winter I fell down over my pain
(música: Pësh - lletra: Santi Carcasona)
Track Name: A Small Trace Of A River
There's a small trace of a river, though no water can be painted. I perceive its warmth beneath it and I'm sure I know that place
There's a small trace of a river. Crystal clear I'm understanding. Almost hear your voice explaining you don't see me anymore
There's a small trace of a river. From the distance the perspective is as cold and unexpressive as your face
(música: Pësh - lletra: Anna Castañé)
Track Name: One Of Us
If you were famous throughout the world you’d not be one of us. You’d own a super trendy home where neighbours won’t disturb. You’d have a lot of well-known friends. You’d give some coins to “fight for aids”. You would take flights in your own plane if you were like “the boss”

If you were famous throughout the world you’d have the chicks you’d want, and you would probably be on all the covers of vogue. You’d need to have your own chauffeur and bodyguards to take good care; no more looking for clothes on sale, if you were like “the boss”

No long cues, no more waiting to be called to get a job. No tuppers from your mama: you’d take her around the world. It’s great to feel the impossible, to be the boss right next to god. I hate to tell you this my friend, but you’re not like “the boss” (cause still you’re one of us)
(música: Pësh - lletra: Nacho Melús)
Track Name: Someone Wants To Save Me
Someone wants to save me, save my poor old heart. Someone wants to save me, bring me back to a real life. I’ve never asked of anyone to lend me a hand, or give me a buck, or teach me how to stare at the sun. Someone wants to save me.
Someone wants to save me, maybe it is a ghost. Someone wants to save me cause he thinks that I am lost. I’ll fade away like morning fog - so I won’t leave you a rotten corpse - I will miss whiskey on the rocks. Someone wants to save me.
Someone wants to save me, let the darkness be my bed. Someone wants to save me, I feel sorry if you’re upset. So let me close my eyes once more. If I’m still here tomorrow when it’s dawn, we’ll go on arguing what’s going on - if someone wants to save me.
We’re dark light gents, we’re parting riders coming thru. With proud joy we lift life’s red wine. We paint your lips of lurid blue. Leaving or staying it’s up to you
Can’t hear our steps within the silence. Moaning wind. Walking shoes with no feet in them, we’re standing suits containing no men. You seal your mouth or start to sing!
(música: Pësh - lletra: Xavier Serrano i Santi Carcasona)
Track Name: Clockhands Aren't Stopping
Clock hands never stop. Time is running out. Our eyes first met, knew you from before. If maybe this is fate, another life, where’s the balance? Is this gonna be right?
Wanting is not daring. I dare, but can’t (fear’s protecting our paths). Maybe is just loneliness, my great big match? - Just me, myself and I
It’s always nice to have someone to tell nothing that happened in our day - the clock hands aren’t stopping
(música: Pësh - lletra: Nacho Melús)
Track Name: Little Fish
I’d like to share with you, little fish, who have you been and still are for me. I find it hard to choose the words to express my feelings. How grateful I am for knowing you, for being next to you. No matter what - That’s a fact - We will always be together as we’ve always been, little fish.
I’m who I am because you’ve been by my side. You understand (who we are) beyond heart. I’d like to say “I love you” (Simple as that. No need for willing). We know what’s going on when something’s wrong - we give us strength to carry on. You make me proud, I say out loud - and we’ll always be together as we’ve always been, little fish.
(música: Pësh - lletra: Nacho Melús i Santi Carcasona)