Check out Bryan Kerr’s bass play through of “Don’t Call Me Lucky” offVEARA's latest album 'Growing Up Is Killing Me'.
Celebrating the one year anniversary of #growingupiskillingme today! #veara #party #epitaphrecords #poppunk #surge
One year ago today we released our second @epitaphrecords release “Growing Up Is Killing Me”. This record means so much to us and was our most personal release so far. We are super excited to be working on new music and jamming with our newest member @vinnieorozco. What songs do you want to hear off this record on the #SeparateWaysTour? Let us know! @propertyofzack #veara #propertyofzack #tour #news #music #growingupiskillingme #epitaphrecords #poppunk
Yesterday we announced the #SeparateWaysTour sponsored by @propertyofzack. We also introduced @vinnieorozco to the band. He will be taking over guitar while Brad steps up as front man. Come out to catch us with @s_suspension (10/31 - (11/8) and @secondtolast (11/11 - 11/22) this fall! Click the link on our bio to read the announcement statement. Very excited for what’s to come! #Veara #epitaphrecords #growingupiskillingme #peachstatepoppunk #poppunk #tours #news #propertyofzack
We’ve reached a turning point as a band recently. We stepped back and took a look at what we were doing for our band rather than what those who work for or with our band were doing. Have we really been putting our best foot forward? Have we been putting ourselves in the right places to move along or have we been waiting for those opportunities to show up on our doorstep? We came to the conclusion that you can only point the finger for so long until it ends up pointing back at you.
We took it upon ourselves to step up our interactions online with more video content and personal communication with the fans online, all while working and writing new music. It’s not the easiest thing to do between full time jobs and bills, but we have been pushing ourselves harder than ever to reach out to new audiences and entertain our fans as they wait for tours and new music. We have also added a 5th member to our band, Vinnie Orozco. Brad will be handing the guitar duties over to Vinnie while stepping up with just the mic to handle vocals. We have known Vinnie for a few years and he has been in several bands within the Augusta, GA/Columbia, SC music scene for a long time now. He is a very talented song writer and performer. When we decided that we wanted to bring in a new ear for writing and create a better live experience, adding Vinnie was a no brainer.
After seeing some momentum come from our online campaign, we decided that it would be best to do a tour to keep the steam up. Before this tour, we had no booking agent, so we decided to go back to our roots and book our own tour on our own terms. With a helping hand from our friend Shelby at the Action Agency, we started reaching out to see what we could come up with. We ended up booking a full US tour, hitting places we have been wanting to come back to for so long. This tour is just the start to a new beginning. Next stop… Everywhere
"Growing Up Is Killing Me" (Epitaph Records, 2013)
"Next Stop… Everywhere"
Looking back where we came from. Back when we left it all behind.
We took our chances. Told our story. Went on a search for guts and glory.
I’ve never found it easy to write a story with no ending.
It takes time to live life. Don’t waste your time.
If we let go, then we’re to blame. Let’s take on the growing pains. So don’t let go, Let’s go!
Don’t think I’ve never thought about consequences and other doubts.
They always try to pull me under. I’ll keep my head above the water.
Don’t sink now. Don’t play the game like they taught you how.
Don’t let me down and fold the hand you’re dealt.
Hold your own. Embrace the change. We can’t let go of what we’ve made.
"The Worst Part Of You"
I’m not saying much, cause there’s not much to say.
The worst part of you told me this is better left unsaid.
Shot down. I feel it again. My nerves are tied in knots and frayed at both ends.
Step back. Pull myself to the side. The words I want to say are useless.
If you got a problem, you know I got a way to solve it.
I’ll leave you to make your own bed and wake up next to guilt.
Are you full of regret? Empty words you say replace the beat in your chest.
Deep down hits you harder than I could.
Throw me under the bus just so you can ride alone. Man, you’re going nowhere.
Watch me come back from the dead. I’ll take my place as the ghost inside your head.
Now that I’m gone, there’s no one to fall back on.
My voice in the back of your head. Tearing through your thoughts. Sinking down to your chest.
I’ll be six feet in the ground before my head’s stuck in the clouds. Your head’s stuck in the clouds.
Deep down hits you harder than I ever could.
"None Of The Above"
I need a minute to get my head straight, get my thoughts in line.
Opportunity knocks but no one’s home.
I’ve driven away from myself. Nowhere to be found, but at a fork in the road.
Which way do I go?
I’m so overwhelmed by decisions I have to make for myself.
I can’t cover it up anymore. Weighing apathy or settling, I choose none of the above.
I can’t afford to pay attention to every detail that I’m missing.
Back track the path I’m taking and wonder what or who I could’ve been.
I hate the fact that I’m surrounded by regrets that keep me grounded.
But I can’t stop and I can’t slow down. There’s no rest for me.
When you walk off the path, become haunted by the past, then it gets harder to retrace your steps.
Head in hands down on our knees, we’ve spent our lives wasting dreams. It’s make or break. We can’t make the same mistakes.
"Growing Up Is Killing Me"
Another day, another week gone by. I’m so fed up with how hard people try.
They lose their heads and then they lose themselves and I’m left here to play the part of a stranger.
Hearts change minds like the time of day.
The weight of the world ain’t what it use to be.
Growing up is killing me.
If we only knew then what we know right now, would you second guess yourself?
There comes a time we all ask why. I wouldn’t trade myself for anyone else.
Another month, another year gone by. I’m still fed up with what’s been on my mind.
'How things are changing, I'd rather stay' But you won't get anywhere if you just stagger and stare, so come on!
From Halloween til Christmas Eve. Did I grow up to fast or was it taken from me?
Will things ever be the same again?
"Between Friends & A Hard Place"
Stuck in the middle and I feel like a smoking gun.
You’re pointing fingers and I feel like that I’m the one.
Falling in between the cracks of my friends and everything that never meant a thing.
I’m going to die alone down here.
I’ve made my mind. I’ve done my time trying to make you satisfied. Why don’t you just figure it out? For myself, I’m on my own now. I’m on my own.
I could pick and choose, but either way I’ll lose.
I’ve bit the bullet far too long, but to spit it back at who?
I’m tired of living life playing a guessing game. Planning on who to frame.
I don’t deserve the blame. I can’t stay on the fence forever.
So I find myself in between a place that I hate to be.
I’m breaking out and I’m moving on. Where do I go from here?
Come on kid, just figure it out.
"Don’t Call Me Lucky"
Here’s to never living out your dreams.
Instead, you’re living in spite of me. You’re the run of the mill.
Your colors fade. Your blue sky is turning grey.
Holding back the words you wish you’d said.
Watching them hang high above your head.
When you’re looking forward to falling behind, you’re giving into giving up.
I’ve got the headache from hell and the heart ache to prove it.
It wasn’t given to me. I paid my dues to earn it.
I am not one to bring on bad news, but you’re begging me to.
Beggars don’t get to choose.
You say I’m lucky to have what I made for myself, while you sit on excuses becoming dust up on a shelf.
You shrug your shoulders so well. Fell by the wayside. If you rest before you’re dead, you’ll never stay ahead.
Here’s to never living out your dreams. Giving up on what you love.
No one ever said that it was easy. I know it’s harder than it seems.
You had the vision clear and lost it in a phase.
They say people never change, yet they never stay the same.
You’re a foot print in the sand and the tide is rushing in.
If your intent is paper thin, you’ll only get what you put it.
"Lens Of Truth"
'So nice to meet you' is a feeling I regret from the moment that we met.
Ticking like a time bomb, I walk away before this blows up in my face.
Tossing memories into the grave you made.
Why should I strain my eyes to see the truth, when I can see right through?
You’re not who I thought you were. You’re just another image blurred.
Through smoke and mirrors, we see you clearer.
No second glances. No second chances.
You can’t lose faith in everything you can’t prove. When you couldn’t prove yourself, I quit believing in you.
Nothing to hold onto. While face down in the dirt, you can see what you’re worth.
Why should I strain my eyes to see the truth, when I can see straight through?
It’s getting harder just to hear the truth. I wouldn’t bet on a word from you.
You’ve made more disappointments than good first impressions.
You have fallen in too deep.
You’re so ‘take it or leave it’, but that’s not how I see this.
I won’t count on you cause you’ll do it again.
"Paralysis By Analysis"
I’m all too familiar with over-thinking.
Exaggerating every situation that I get caught up in.
Scratching my skin to the bone. Repeating thoughts when I’m alone,
But I’m getting use to it.
Over and over my head spins.
I only get this feeling from a bad dream. Somebody wake me up. Wake me up, again.
I try to stay distracted to keep me from reacting to pictures on the wall or lyrics in a song.
All I see and all I hear reminds me I’m not thinking clear, but I’m getting use to it.
I’m over the water under the bridge. I’ll never dive back in.
And I’ve dried off my hands, made my amends, but the storm keeps rolling in.
I’m waking up, again.
Did you slowly walk away before I could turn around?
I feel the fear of losing touch before my feet can hit the ground.
We were caught up in the moment. Now it’s wrapped around my neck.
When I look up at the clock it tells me ‘There’s no turning back’.
Has it been too long for me to still call you a friend? Still call you?
I’ve been waiting around counting the days, watching the leaves change. We’ve changed.
By the time that we catch up, we realize that we’ve grown far apart.
We’re pulling teeth to see eye to eye.
Where do we draw the line?
Distance between us. Covering tracks behind our backs.
Substance is wearing thin. There’s no room to let you in.
We fade away. We’ve gone separate ways.
I guess we’ll never be the same.
One day I’ll follow you back to the soil where we grew.
You said we grew out of it, but we uprooted ourselves.
Watching the leaves fade away. We’ve changed.
I’ve never felt so used. Crumpled up and thrown away like yesterdays news.
My name in vain across the headlines.
Get the story straight. Make up what you want to hear so you can get your way.
When this unfolds, they’ll read between the lines.
I can’t forget if I wanted to. I can’t forget the damage you’ve done and the mess you’ve left in your favor. The blood you spill will stain forever.
I’ve been there all along like every note to every song, but I’ve just been your crutch to lean on.
You’re dressed to impress with tricks up your sleeve.
There’s nothing but a liar underneath. It shows through your teeth.
The blood you spill will stain forever.
A broken heart will always remember.
Left for dead, my foundation was made.
And when yours starts to cave, you’ll come to reality.
I’m not sorry that it ended like this.
What goes around comes back swinging with an iron first.
You’re running out of bridges to burn.
"No More Secrets"
Struggling to clear my conscience. Digging through my mind so deep.
Can I climb out of this ditch I’ve dug? This guilt won’t let me free.
Hanging on to mistakes I’ve made can get carried away.
I’ll throw regret to the wind, while I smile and wave.
Gasping for a breath of fresh air from choking on my foot again.
These days I feel like all my thoughts are pulling at my strings.
The tug-of-war against myself is tearing me apart.
Feeling the pressure inside, I keep wondering why I have so many secrets to hide.
Moments that keep running through my mind.
All those times I took the fall and laid there.
Thinking how I got here.
Standing back up on your own takes more than you know.
But when you get there you figure out where to start over.
Relieving the pressure inside by moving on with our lives.
Now there’s no more secrets to hide.
"The World Won’t Wait"
Giving up on jaded eyes. Hanging out my thoughts to dry.
Trying to look up ahead through a different light.
Waiting for the sun to set. Watching night cover the day.
Time will still pass on when we fade away.
The world turns round and round.
Gotta live my life like I might drop dead any day.
But I’m so afraid to say sometimes I feel I’m better off that way.
I second guessed my very best. Let go and sank so fast.
Lost in the wake, my mistakes kept me off the shore.
What does it mean to believe? Is it a figure of speech or the closure we need to keep us on our feet?
I won’t back down.
I won’t cause I can’t. Doing all that I can. Make the most of my plans through it all.
I’ve found my way.
I fell asleep at the wheel. Drove over the edge.
I’ll dust myself off and climb back up again.
The further we go the faster our lives pass by.
Don’t become a spectator of what you can’t deny.
Life will go on and the stories will stay.
Leave them behind and turn to the next page.
Cross out the words and clean your slate.
The world won’t wait.
Separate Ways. Listen here > http://goo.gl/gnlqDI
Veara has been quietly releasing some of the strongest pop-punk music from the scene over the past few years. Today we’re premiering an acoustic video of the band performing their song “None Of The Above” off of their album, Growing Up Is Killing Me, which was released last September. Head to the replies to check it out.
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