Pinky

Pinky

 Dublin, Leinster, IRL
BandAlternativePop

It's pop music in it's purest, most fundamental form. Dips into many different styles but always keeps a certain, indiscribable Pinkyness about it. Founded on harmony, let's say it sounds familiar yet distinctively original at the same time, as all great pop should.

Biography

Over the past year or so a young man who answers to the name Pinky has been popping up here, there and everywhere, wooing the Body & Soul massive at last year’s Electric Picnic, opening for The Walkmen, Of Montreal, Herman Dune, Joan as Policewoman, M. Ward, Peter Bjorn & John and plethora of international names. You’ll know by the choir-boy croon, the dunk highs and the odd looking car with the Transformers logo. Accompanied by Ray Murphy on drums and Liam Marley on bass, his songs have a nagging pop quality, often breaking loose in psychedelic space-outs or White Album style time-travel, but always returning to the same timeless tempo. By his own admission he writes with “the rawness of early rock and roll, the swing of gypsy jazz, but with chord progressions lifted from hymn sheets or classical compositions, and doo-wop backing vocals.”
For years Pinky was a prolific bedroom producer of house music. “Nearly all of my songs have the layout of a house track. It’s impossible to tell because it’s hidden so deep down, but it’s there. House makes you dance. Lyrics make you think. Go figure.” Press him on the subject and he’ll confess to a wide range of influences, from Ray Davies to Pixies, the Brazilian Tropicalia of Os Mutantes to the piano J-pop of Shiina Ringo and a not unhealthy obsession with the Beatles. “My friend and I sang the whole way through Abbey Road, Rubber Soul and Revolver on the bus from Brussels to Amsterdam, a capella, every lyric remembered, every memorable nuance in every song acted out, the melodies, the harmonies, the riffs, the bass-lines, the drumming. I’ve never cared about any band as much as I have about the Beatles.”
“I can hear a song in the background of an old movie, maybe just a few bars, a chord progression, and think ‘I can do that better,’” ponders Pinky of his writing process. "I’ll sit with my guitar and try and rewrite a song the way I think it should have been written. Or I’ll sit at the piano, or with a guitar, and doodle around until I came across something that sounds good. I’ll leave it alone but I’ll keep thinking about it, sometimes for months, until I’ve worked it out, theoretically, in my head. Then I’ll sit back down and work on it some more. I’ll work out how the chords will go, then the melody, then the backing vocals, then the bass, until I can hear it all in my head when I play through the song on guitar. Then I’ll try and work out what sort of lyrical theme the melody is hinting at and avoid it. I always try and write songs that have music belying lyrics. If it sounds happy I want slightly darker lyrics, if it sounds dark then I want funny lyrics. But I always try and portray a truth, no matter how small or insignificant, through the lyrics.”
His themes vary from the burdens, but also comforts of love, to the realisation of mortality, to general gossip, to thoughts about the best way to deal with someone who has outstayed their welcome – the usual trials and tribulations of an early twenty-something. In between all the support slots, trips to CMJ, and intense rehearsal periods in deepest, darkest Limerick, he has written an album. And don’t be surprised if that album is the dark horse contender of 2009.
All he has to do now is think of an album title...

http://www.myspace.com/pinkymusic

Lyrics

There You Stand

Written By: Pinky

One, two, three, four, five, six, seven
You hate to wish her well
As she's walking out the door,
Bags are packed they're on the floor
She don't want you any more.

You cast your mind back to how it was before
Man, you were happy then;
Had her for two years and ten (and now that she's departing)
It's a shame it had to end (you'll have to start all over again).

You remember how she used to rub your neck
And run her hands right through your hair.
Man, she was everywhere,
Indeed you made quite a pair.

But she built walls up around her, yes she did
And she turned herself to stone.
Said she'd prefer it on her own,
But that means leaving you alone

So you look on
And there you stand
You've held your head
In your hands
For the longest time

You're cold and wet as memories flood your mind
You're overwhelmed and you just sink.
Man, she was everything.
The happiness she used to bring.

You recall how she used to comfort you
Ironic now that when you need it,
There's no way you can receive it,
She's not here to relieve it.

So you look on
And there you stand,
You've held your head
In your hands
For the longest time.

I hate to be the one that has to break this news to you
But you'll get over it one day.
And here's what all the people say; (and though you love her madly)
You're better off without her anyway (you're gonna be so sad).

You have to face that there's been many bridges burned
Far to many to rebuild
And you hope she feels the guilt
Of deconstructing what took so long to build.

So you look on
And there you stand,
You've held your head
In your hands
For the longest time.

That Mamma

Written By: Pinky

You make me sick, make me sick,
Yeah you're so-wo-oh-oh
So asleep, so asleep
And it shows.

You got tangled in her
And all that you can do is get upset about it.
You changed the clothes that you wear,
Let me tell you you should just forget about it.

She will get inside you head
And your mind, your mind may fail,
So don't let her in.

It's only you, only you
Can let go-wo-oh-oh
So waken up, waken up
Don't be so-

You don't come out no more,
I asked you and you told me not to talk about it.
Can't you see whats in store?
Do you really want your friends to just forget about you?

She will get inside you head
And your mind, your mind may fail,
So don't let her in.

That Mamma's got a hold on you And she's gonna break your back.
All summer you been workin' hard, She won't cut you any slack.
Told you, told you, told you're gonna lose your mind, unless you get away.
That mammas got you under her thumb she won't let you out to play.

Mysterious Ways

Written By: Pinky

Met her in a bar one evening
Caught her eye as she was leaving,
My state was I couldn't stand
She wrote her number on my hand.

Then by a twist of fate
She called me up the following day
And all that I could do was mumble.
How the hell'd she get my number?

I dunno which route to take
Barely know the girl for heaven's sake.
All's I know is that in any case
She works in mysterious ways.

Now take this for instance
An example of her weirdness;
We went out to get some food
She disappeared half way through.

Saw her out later on
She grew shifty her face grew long.
But when the end did come
She asked me would I walk her home.

We walked about the town,
I was anticipating her turning me down.
All's I know is that in any case
She works in mysterious ways.

She asked me back to hers for a drink
And all I could do was tremble.
Yes she made me tremble.
Oh yes, she made me tremble.

Back to hers got more drunk
Smoked a fag, smoked some skunk.
We made out and had a laugh
Then she said "Honey I'm not that kind of girl, so you better sleep in the bath"

Oh, she turned me upside down
So's my smile became a frown.
All's I know is that in any case
She works in mysterious ways.

This Is How We Play

Written By: Pinky

Honey, now won't you bring me home and put me to bed?
We've been to this party a thousand times.
Filling the teacups up with cheap and n-nasty wine.
Closing the curtains to avoid the sun's shine.

We think we're hedonistic baby, b-but we're not.
High-livin' lowlifes is what we are.
We could have gone home man, you know the clubs c-closed at three.
Instead my leg's twitching, now I'll never g-get to sleep.

Oh, here's to one more...

And though we ought to know, yeah.
Our weeks all end this way, yeah.
And though we've said before, yeah.
Like restless children this is how we play.

Come on, let's stay for an hour more
'Cos getting home's gonna be such a slog...

When I was eight years old I wished that I was ten.
When I was ten I wished that I was twelve.
My Mamma she told me, "Boy enjoy it now while you are young."
That line never sold me, being older had to be more fun...

Well, I was never one to take good advice...

And though we ought to know, yeah.
Our weeks all end this way, yeah.
And though we've said before, yeah.
Like restless children this is how we play.

Smooth

Written By: Pinky

She's not your friend,
She'll break you til the end
And take your cold, cold comforts and slowly turn them to ice.
Break your spirit down, pretend she's sugar and spice.

She says "Shut up your mouth. Take that smile off your face.
Now honey this ain't the time,
Well this ain't the time or the place"
Her golden rule is to guide your action
And the secret behind her success Is her talent for abstraction.

She's so smooth you better be careful 'cos you can't tell
She'll bring your body to heaven but she'll send your mind to hell.
She's so smooth get up from where you fell
All her tricks get easier she knows you all too well.
She's so smooth but I don't like her way
There's something strange about her and it's in the things she says
Cos she's so smooth, yeah.

She's not your friend
She'll drain you til the end
And she'll revert to a trick that she learned years ago,
Same response when you let your feelings show;

She says "Shut up your mouth. Take that smile off your face.
Now honey this ain't the time,
Well this ain't the time or the place"
Her one sole aim is to make you look a fool,
So take heed of my advice and rememeber her golden rule.

She's so smooth you better be careful cos you can't tell
She'll bring your body to heaven but she'll send your mind to hell.
She's so smooth get up from where you fell
All her tricks get easier she knows you all too well.
She's so smooth but I don't like her way
There's something strange about her and it's in the things she says
Cos she's so smooth, yeah.

A Very Pressing Question

Written By: Pinky

You asked me a question there,
Much to my torment
And I've put off answering,
Only now will I relent.

You want to know about
All the loves of mine?
One time significances
Now time out of mind.

Well there's been other women
There's been quite a few.
But all of these other women
Were a rehearsal for you

And in my way I think
That I've loved them all.
But in the end I know
That I love you more.

I know you love me baby
I know it's true, oh
There's no other baby
Has loved me quite like you, oh.

We've got each other baby, that's for sure.
We've got each other baby, who could want more?

Discography

Jack The Lad was released in July 2006, on independent label Sweet Deal Records as a striclly limited edition (500 copies) single on gorgeous white vinyl to extremely complimentary reviews and received frequent airplay on John Kelly's 'Mystery Train' on RTE Radio 1 and Tom Dunne's 'Pet Sounds' on Today FM. Completely SOLD OUT!

Set List

1. Mysterious Ways
2. Senectitude Becomes Her
3. That Mama
4. This Is How We Play
5. Home
6.
7. Jack The Lad
8. There You Stand
9. Smooth
10. Into The Galaxy (Midnite Juggernauts cover)
11. A Very Pressing Question