Pleeay
Instagram: @pleeaymusic
Anatomy of Pleeay:
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Castle: front person, nonbinary lesbian, classically trained ballerina turned crazed mental health activist
Huli: drummer, producer, classically trained percussionist who morphs into a computer at-will
Pete: bassist, merch maven and vibe wizard, classically trained hair model
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Pleeay juggles the tension between chaos and clarity to shake the truth out from a world full of smoke and mirrors. Their goal is to participate in resisting the call to conform, choosing consciousness over convenience, and living loudly with compassion. Oh and dancing. Lots of dancing.
All photos were taken during live shows. The words are lyrics from Pleeay's debut album Every Body.
CLEAR lyrics:
No tricks, No mind, No rules,
No time. No more, No less,
No gold, No quest. No faith.
No truth. No hate. No route.
I’m sensing sensation
without reason
The body is it,
It is us
Us is a statement,
A statement is a job
A job is a joke,
A joke is work
Work is a need,
A need is a game
A game is a circle,
A circle is smart
Smart is recycled,
Recycled
is practical
Practical is full,
Full is enough
Enough is delicate,
Delicate is
a conversation.
I want to wake up
wake up, wake up, wake up
in the dream
wake up wake up wake up.
QUIET lyrics:
One of these quiet days
I'll give myself
To the wind
I'll push down through my roots
In the middle
Of everything
One of these quiet days
I'll give myself
Give myself
This to you is that to me
that to you is this to me
this to me is that to you
that to me is this to you
this to you is that to me
that to me is this to you
There's
Nothing I can do
Nothing I can do
Nothing I can do
To forget
The story
from which
I have grown
I was born
from the belly
Of my personal beast
Now only now only now
I'm connecting to
eternity
This to you is that to me
that to you is this to me
this to me is that to you
that to me is this to you
this to you is that to me
that to me is this
CULTURE lyrics:
Planet Region
Culture Culture
Country City
Culture Culture
See it Own it
Culture Culture
No time Left
Get your Name on it
The heavy heart
Weighs down the mind
Tangles limbs
Twists the spine
The heavy heart
Has lost control
Blocking joy
From the soul
White noise reigns
Where serenity sang
Now we shift our ways
So machines can play
The pressure to
Relieve the pain
Will turn a body
Into stone
The pressure to
Relieve the pain
Can make an angel go insane
The intimacy
of the city is a
delicate thing
Such a delicate
thing
The intimacy
of the city is a
delicate thing
Such a delicate
thing
Planet Region
Culture Culture
Country City
Culture Culture
See it Own it
Culture Culture
No time Left
Get your Name on it
CALL lyrics:
I was changing shape to fit the box
I was changing shape to fit the frame
I was changing shape to fit the gown
I was changing shape to fit the town
Over time there was nothing left
For my shape to connect to
It’s shadow blazed past mystery faces
So I called to my soul to take control
So I called to my soul to take control
I won’t change my shape to fit the box
I won’t change my shape to fit the fram
Calling far beyond words
Where truth is absurd
Where nature is the primary concern
When the call is made it can’t be ignored
When the call is made it can’t be ignored
I won’t change my shape to fit the gown
I won’t change my shape to fit the town
I was burrowing tunnels
Through skeletal walls
Through the muscles of rock
Through the soil of thought
Through times of transition
When there’s no clear position
Through times of restraint
When there’s nothing but pain
When the past returns
Again and again and again
I won’t change my shape to fit the box
I won’t change my shape to fit the frame
I won’t change my shape to fit the gown
I won’t change my shape to fit the town