Pinto and the Bean

Little Band With A Not So Little Sound

MUSIC...IN...YOUR...VEINS...

MUSIC

WHY DOES THE WORLD LOOK DIFFERENT...

"Why does the world look different up here? Why am I caressing the stars with my hands? Why am I spinning with my arms wide open in the air? Why am I flying without any wings?"

THERE'S NOTHING LEFT...

"There's nothing left here for me. And on this road I might not find anything. But I'm with you. Let's walk into the night. If something kills us, it won't be without a fight."

LET'S MAKE NOISE

Let's Make Noise. So much noise it drowns out the dead sound of my heart. Then let's start again.