Villacoma

Villacoma

 New York City, New York, USA
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In a city of cheap and expensive thrills, irony, gimmicks, cleverness, and tongue-in-cheek posturing, Villacoma is the counterculture of New York rock and roll, re-pioneering the art of the raw, heartfelt and uncompromising un-cool like Rage Against the Machine in the 90's and U2 in the 80's.

Biography

Conceived, broken and reborn within the sweaty, deafening confines of Studio F in Manhattan's UltraSound Studios, the band marches to the beat of a different drummer and goes to war under a different flag. When Villacoma cranks up, the songs are the most important people in the room, and the players are only there to get out of the way and let them take shape, serving the Muse and the audience, not their egos. This is also the baddest band in the land: the intoxicating grooves of the rhythm section alternate between massive destruction and delicate incantation; the lead guitarist pulls the fire and the starlight down from heaven and puts them both through his amplifier; the lead singer disappears completely into the songs, delivering each lyric and melody like a victory stolen from the jaws of defeat.

Villacoma is not The Next Big Thing; Villacoma is The Real Thing. And Villacoma wants YOU.

Lyrics

Jersey Song

Written By: David Pearsall

Unless you come to Jersey with me we’ll never make a start of it
Unless you come to Jersey with me you’ll never get the heart of it
Old habits die harder than they used to live; old loves lie strewn across the soccer field
Oh Love, hang your hand out the window tonight: feel the air rush by your fingers

I dreamed about you again last night; I don’t know why I still dream
You were the ocean and I was on fire: you held your hand out to reach me
Old cigarette scars linger on my skin; from bars I’d rather not remember
Come on Love: burn me with your kiss tonight: let me wear your mark forever

It’s the right time; it’s the right time: all the pieces don’t have to match up, babe
You can take mine; you can take mine: they weren’t doing me any good anyway
But I’ll wait if you show me love; I’ll wait if you show me love
I’ll break if you show me love

This town has got a piece of me; it shows me what I want to see
And tells me who I want to be: don’t let me down
The visions in the empty streets, the music in the factories
It falls apart so easily: don’t let me down
I need somewhere to run and hide; I need your arms to open wide
I’m going to the Jersey side: come with me now
I’ll break if you show me love; I’ll break if you show me love
But I’ll wait if you show me love

It’s not the state; it’s the state of mind that takes me back to another time
When hearts were open like eyes were blind; you can separate, you can realign

(©2007 David Pearsall, All rights reserved)

The Night is Still Young

Written By: David Pearsall

You got no reason to crawl out of your bed
You’d go out driving but the lights are all red
You’d call somebody but there’s nobody home
And there ain’t no solace in drinkin alone

I used to see you with a smile on your face
You could make the sunshine in the darkest place
Now too many hard years have taken you down
You just want to break free but you don’t know how

Come on baby, you got nothing to lose
You won’t get to heaven by singing the blues
You got the gospel on the tip of your tongue
You may be older but the night is still young

The bars are open when you caskets close
We’re all leaving sometime: it’s part of the game
I won’t ask you to tell me what nobody knows
I just want you to be there when I call your name

Come on baby, you got nothing to lose
You won’t get to heaven by singing the blues
You got the gospel on the tip of your tongue
You may be older but the night is still young

Come on baby, we’ve got nothing to lose
We won’t get to heaven by singing the blues
We got the gospel on the tip of our tongue
We may be older but the night is still young
We may be older but the night is still young
We may be older but the night is still young

(©2007 David Pearsall, All rights reserved)

Pull Yourself Together

Written By: David Pearsall

Are you lonely
Feeling crazy sometimes
And does it take you too long
To fall asleep at night
Is this life too much
Is this road too rough
Or is your skin too tough
Have you had enough of lying to prove you’re right

Come on and pull yourself together
Don’t let the night be all you see
Because you know there’s something better
So pull yourself together
Please

You get that feeling
Like you’re drowning
Like you’re anchored to nothing
Just drifting away
You just want to make love
To see what you’re made of
But you can never make enough
Cause you’re so afraid of losing everything

Come on and pull yourself together
Don’t let the night be all you see
Because you know it’s now or never
So pull yourself together
Pull yourself together

Come on and pull yourself together
Come on and stay awake with me
Because it all depends on whether
You pull yourself together
So pull yourself together
Please

(©2007 David Pearsall, All rights reserved)

Streets of Love

Written By: David Pearsall

Baby, it’s time, it’s time for what we should do
I look in your eyes and I see that we always knew
Well, a burning heart is a man apart
I learned that long ago
We just gotta find somewhere to start
Baby, come meet me down in the streets of love

Baby, it’s time, it’s time for what we must do
I feel this heart like a fire come burning through
Well, the one true thing: that’s everything
I learn that more and more
I’ve been inside these walls so long
Baby, come lead me down in the streets of love
Oh yeah
Down in the streets of love

That first song that you sang
The day that it began
I can’t help but sing to
And Lord knows I need to
That first word you gave me
The night you came to me
It’s still here on my tongue
Baby, I’ll meet you down in the streets of love
Oh yeah
Down in the streets of love

(©2007 David Pearsall, All rights reserved)

Discography

Villacoma (2005)
The Night is Still Young (2007)

Set List

One or two 45 minute sets. All original music.