CHRIS PICKERING

CHRIS PICKERING

 Brisbane, Queensland, AUS
BandPopSinger/Songwriter

"Listening to Chris Pickering just feels good" - Jody Stephens, Big Star
"Like Country Badfinger" - No Depression
"Well written, superbly executed timeless pop!"
- Rhythms Magazine
"It's like having our own Ryan Adams here in Brisbane..."
- Rave Magazine

Biography


::The Short Version::
CHRIS PICKERING is an exceptionally talented singer, musician and songwriter, from Australia, who writes remarkable songs with beautiful melodies, smart hooks and thoughtful lyrics. CP bases himself in Nashville but is frequently on the road, touring. Frequently.

More: www.chrispickering.net
www.facebook.com/chrispickeringmusic
www.youtube.com/user/cpflicks
Management: Leonie Yeoman cpmusic@bigpond.net.au

::The (slightly) Longer Version::

CHRIS PICKERING is an exceptionally talented singer, musician and songwriter, from Australia, who writes remarkable songs with beautiful melodies, smart hooks and thoughtful lyrics.

He fearlessly tackles all manner of styles and arrangements, fusing flavors of pop, rock, country, bluegrass, folk, blues and, at times, psychedelia into his music.

Bridging the gap between indie-pop and alt-country, CP is close to truly claiming a style all his own. His third album, Work Of Fiction, was recorded at Ardent Studios, Memphis, with Stax producer, Don Nix and released in 2012.

His latest EP, 'Corners' was released in September 2012 and is the first in a series of 3 EPs to be recorded and released over an 18 month period.

CP currently bases himself in Nashville, TN, but is frequently on the road, touring. Frequently.

More: www.chrispickering.net
www.myspace.com/chrispickering
Management: Leonie Yeoman cpmusic@bigpond.net.au

Lyrics

Kick Off The Weight

Written By: Chris Pickering

Can you feel my pulse it’s racing
And my skin’s getting ready to boil
Only you know the trouble we’re chasing
But it’s buried deep beneath the soil

So let’s tear down these walls and fences
And let’s burn down the old house too
We can always build another
With room to recover from
All the loving we gotta do

And if it gets too hard to breath just lift you head
Don’t fill your lungs with smoke and broken dreams instead

Can only get better if
You don’t know the answer
Then I don’t have a prayer
You say you wanna go out dancing tonight
Well Mamma I could take you there

Well Lord knows we all need just to loosen up a bit
Take of your coat and get amongst the thick of it

All you gotta do is just kick off the weight
Well you kick off the weight
Well you kick off the weight, don’t leave it too late
Now Mamma, not when there’s so little time

Oh it’s not worth the money
And it’s not worth the fame
And it’s not worth the glory Mamma
Yet you do it all the same

We should kick off the weight
We should kick off the weight
We should kick off the weight, don’t leave it too late
Now Mamma, not when there’s so little time

Kick off the weight
We should kick off the weight
We should kick off the weight, now won’t that be great
Now Mamma, we can leave all that behind

If we kick off the weight
If we kick off the weight
So kick it off kick it off kick it off kick it off kick it off

I just Want To Love

Written By: Chris Pickering

I just want to love
I don't want to fight it
I just want to love
And feel the excitement

I just want to be
All this and more, guilty free
Magnificently

I just want to love
I just want to find it
I want to step out
From hiding behind it

I don't want to use
This fear as another excuse
For calling a truce

I never asked for much, I'm not about to start
But somehow I got stuck and can't get past
Cover me with kisses, cover me with tears
Cover me with love until I disappear
Will nothing ever get, nothing ever get through
Will nothing ever get, nothing ever get through

Battered and bruised, from love's bitter wounds
From the battle, did I lose?
I never did see signs of victory
From the hospital, from my tinted window

Postcard

Written By: Chris Pickering

These spinning wheels were looking for a tarmac
A solid stretch of ground on which to land
I set her down so easy in the green grass
Where runway lights are fireflies in your hands

The heat sits over Memphis like a blanket
Buzzing like ideas around my poor head
but it's too hard
To write each of them down, to write each of them down
On a postcard.

And I fall in love with those I know I shouldn't as they are spoken for
But every time I turn to face a window closed, there's an open door
All of this seems to me
Like a missed opportunity
So what does it seem to you?
Like one more thing for me to do?

The San Francisco girls are very pretty
But Brisbane girls are just as pretty too
I walk so tall with angels on both shoulders
One a friend of old and another new

The smog sits over L.A. like a blanket
When aeroplanes cut through the sunlight bounces off the boulevards
I read about that once, I read about that once
on a postcard

Absolutely Miss Lucy

Written By: Chris Pickering

I admit I got lost and was tumbled and tossed
But now upon the surface, all comes into focus
That Thursday was best, as I since have expressed
Sitting on the back deck, nothing else can touch it

Absolutely Miss Lucy

Many others have tried, and with luck on their side,
But luck don't cut the mustard, I could never trust it
Now with snow in your eyes, can you still rationalise
That maybe I should come around to that part of your town

Absolutely Miss Lucy
Absolutely Miss Lucy

You beat me to the punch now
You beat me to the punch now
I got misquoted, then the world exploded
You beat me to the punch now
And coming to the crunch now
Oh god, I thought they'd never leave
With such beauty and no time to waste,
They're as thick as thieves
Oh, help me please

Absolutely Miss Lucy
Absolutely Miss Lucy

Fisherman's Daughter

Written By: Chris Pickering

Well I once fell in love with a fisherman's daughter
But I ain't been fishing since the day that I caught her
Sitting up all night talking at the end of the pier
It got so her voice was all I could hear

I worked for her daddy and I never stopped trying
I used to tell her that I liked it but she knew I was lying
Going out on the ocean so deep and blue
But we never went further than she wanted to
I thought I was the pilot but she was my captain
Never thought it was the best thing that ever could have happened

But sometimes you just gotta go
For reasons that you don't know
If you could never go home would you ever have left to begin with
If you couldn't go home would you try so hard to leave

Well her daddy said "son, why on earth are you stalling?"
But I couldn't settle down because the world kept calling
She would have been happy as a fisherman's wife
But I knew that I wanted something more from my life
I thought I was the pilot but she was my captain
Never thought it was the best thing that ever could have happened

But sometimes you just gotta go
For reasons that you don't know
If you could never go home would you ever have left to begin with
If you couldn't go home would you try so hard to leave

So I travelled the world, left no stone unturned
But deep in my mind, the thought of her still burned
In every new city, every dead end job I tried to shut it out, but it never ever stopped
So I had to go back to how it was before
What I felt in my heart I could no longer ignore
I ran for the pier, where she was watching the tide
But another fisherman was by her side

I went so far without moving on
Looking out for something better but I guess I was wrong
I should've looked back here all along

I thought I was the pilot but she was my captain...

Hasta Luego

Written By: Chris Pickering

Burn the family crest tonight
We'll get a new one
And this time make sure you draw it right
Then we'll get the tattoo done
You can get yours on your shoulder blade
Mine can go right over my heart, in a darker shade

This shoplifter lost his cool
On closed-circuit TV
When you said "you can break any rule,
As long as you feel guilty"
Please make me your fashion statement for the evening
Then kiss me goodbye and say Hasta Luego,
Hasta Luego

Then through the haze of the party,
You scratched the mantlepiece and you left a mark
Everyone but me was in the dark
We could be so cozy down in Havana
Bacardi and Rum, and singing Hasta Luego
Hasta Luego

You and me can make some magic and shoot out the lights of this town
With your southern charm, every trap that's set can be disarmed

To love and liberty
Strangers both are we
Felicidades, mi compadres

With nothing up my sleeve
Nothing to conceal
La vida rosa, getting closer

The time does not befit the crime
If that's your question
Just toe whatever party line
Doesn't end in extradition
We could be the fashion statement of the decade
With badges and shirts, all saying Hasta Luego,
Hasta Luego

Heart Of The Sun

Written By: Chris Pickering

At the edge on my toes
There's no need to come to blows
Over such a little thing
Don't let it get beneath the skin

If the fall don't kill you then the doctor will
It's your bad habits paying for his laundry bill

Oh you can't be crazy as a matter of fact
Once you've lost my attention then you won't get it back
Maybe I'd listen if you cleaned up your act

You can always take the money and run
Set the compass for the heart of the sun
But you know that those cold commitments
They're not so easily done

Nothing's fancy nothing's free
Nothing ever lets you be
Getting nervous and it shows
You might burn me if I get too close

And that last battle well we should've won
And I don't mind saying that these expectations weigh a ton
And that's some achievement

Oh you can't be crazy as a matter of fact
Once you've lost my attention then you won't get it back
Maybe I'd listen if you cleaned up your act

You can always take the money and run
Set the compass for the heart of the sun
But you know that those cold commitments
They're not so easily done

There was maybe once or twice we got it right
Then you had habit, a knack of pick and choosing your fights
And that's some achievement

Oh you can't be crazy as a matter of fact
Once you've lost my attention then you won't get it back
Maybe I'd listen if you cleaned up your act

You can always take the money and run
Set the compass for the heart of the sun
But you know that those cold commitments
They're not so easily done

Work OF Fiction

Written By: Chris Pickering

Oh the days stretch out just a little bit more around this time of year
No relief from the heat till the thunder rolls in from the west
Out of touch for too long which is probably my fault, as it most often is
Oh you get complacent easy when there's someone there to tell you what's best
You would say, I hope you can forget about it
But hopes are deceiving

No work of fiction is making this prediction come true, so true
The cracks in the mirror only make it clearer to view, for you
Oh so don't be scared of what bumps in the night
Not all that bares it's teeth may bite, just hold me close
You know you'll never wake in fright

So you put an ad in the local rag cos you had something to say
About how you were so surprised everything turned out that way
Throw me out of the room and across the hall and out into the street
And we'll see how long it takes for me to get on my feet
The magic touch, it always should be treated as such
With grace and composure

No work of fiction is making this prediction come true, so true
The cracks in the mirror only make it clearer to view, for you
Oh so don't be scared of what bumps in the night
Not all that bares it's teeth may bite, just hold me close
You know you'll never wake in fright

You would say I hope you can forget about it
But it's not so simple

No work of fiction is making this prediction come true, so true
The cracks in the mirror only make it clearer to view, for you
Oh so don't be scared of what bumps in the night
Not all that bares it's teeth may bite, just hold me close
You know you'll never wake in fright

New York

Written By: Chris Pickering

Underneath north eastern skies, no requisite to harmonize with me
But should the opportunity arise, you'd be advised to take that luxury
Oh, have it your own way, we could of course be good friends too
But there's always a doubt, if I was made of stouter stuff I'd fight for what I'd like to see through
Oh New York New York, you may be all talk, but never untrue

I spent the best part of last month looking forward to seeing you again
And I wish it could be simpler but for those like me it's how it's always been
So, have it your own way, though it's not the way I'd like to take
You're closing the door and yet you are the major cause for every night that I lie awake
Oh New York New York, you may be all talk
But no mistake

I know it's not too late but it's so hard to make a case when we're apart
And I hoped that you would hear this in a context that would somehow melt your heart
But no here we are still doing it your way, this was to be a song for you
And I guess it still is, but now the emphasis is finding my way home from 8th Avenue
Oh New York New York, you may be all talk, but I'll still love you

Discography

'Hard to Find' EP (June 2005)
'A Safer Place' LP (Feb 2006)
'Ghost City' EP (Nov 2006)
'Excuses Excuses' LP (Feb 2008/May2009)
'Miss Lucy' EP (May 2010)
'Work Of Fiction' (September 2010)
'Fisherman's Daughter/I Just Want To Love' 7" (Sept 2011)
'Corners' EP (September 2012)

Set List

Fisherman's Daughter, Ruby Ruby, Hasta Luego, Postcard, I Just Want To Love, In The Meantime, Broken Wing, Kick Off The Weight, Invincible, and more, many many more...

Covers are occasional, but always varied and unexpected...