Lyrics: 
Calculated
Improvised
He was licking his lips, 
His tail was swatting flies
And I stepped one toe across the midnight line, 
Across the midnight line

I’ll drink the potion
I’m in decline 
He’s got a comfy pocket 
In just my size 
And I stepped one toe across the midnight line, 
Across the midnight line

You know he’s gonna do me no good

I know I shouldn’t do it
I do it anyway
I let him in my head
And I know he can stay as long as he’d like
I stepped one toe across the midnight line, 
Across the midnight line

Midnight Line

Lyrics: 
I wish I was more—
What’s the term for it?
Articulate, you know, 
Good with words and shit 
But I’m peddling cheap diction
And the words burn when I spit ‘em

I’m singing to the masses
You’re preaching to the birds
My voice is radio static
They hang on your every word
Because you make them count
And I patter and stutter and stammer and mutter
Til “mothers” and “fuckers” eventually slip out
They’re just bound to

Ooh baby, say that line, 
That silent kind again
Give me those eyes, 
They’re words to live by, yeah
Oh you’re a whisper in a crowded room but
Those who care to listen won’t mind the volume
Tell me something good

Apostrophe

Lyrics: 
Got no color in my cheeks
I can't smile more than half-heartedly
I gotta filter the truth, keep it from you
Until I believe it too

I'll flash that counterfeit grin
Beware the light you see me in 

Make sure you get my good side
Is that really what I look like? 

When you cross my camera eye
I, I take a snapshot in my mind
So when I step into the frame
I’m imitating, shifting shapes

I know the perfect pose
Break my back just for the show
Watch me pretty-up my flaws
You’ll see them when the lights are off

And when I feel so ugly
The camera loves me, honey

I never looked better

Make sure you get my good side

Get My Good Side

Lyrics: 
Don't cast your pennies 
In the cup that I drink from 
The bitter taste of money
Spoils my freedom

And while you argue over
The new authority 
And tell me who’s your god today,
It makes no nevermind to me 

Go ahead and draw your lines
But you're surrounded on all sides 

You build a barricade 
Around your property
And keep your fortune
Under lock and key

You step back 
From those who oppose ya
And soon enough you’ll find
That’s why you stand alone, but 

I’ll dance around this cruel earth
Like it’s all neutral turf, yeah 

Go ahead and wave your flag
But mine is painted black

Every time you draw your lines
You’re on the wrong side

Borders

Lyrics: 
Oh may God bless
Every treacherous misstep
That I'm bound to take

I can’t get my kicks
When the whole damn room shifts
To keep me in my place

There was a time I’d take it all in stride
But I staggered, got that new swagger,  
And I’ll see you on the flip side

I know the steps but, honey,
Too bad I'm walking on my hands 
You won't get your work boots muddy 
And you only know how to line dance 

I'll lose my balance if I 
Tiptoe around your feelings 
You might have the floor, sure,
But I'm dancing on the ceiling 

When I hit the scene
You know it’s the next big thing
Since crawling on all fours

How can I cut loose
While I'm tryin to fill your shoes
Between the two and four?

I'm sweating, breaking into a full sprint
It reminds me, those who tread lightly
Will never leave a footprint

Walking On My Hands

Lyrics: 
You know I scratched your back
Until my last nail cracked
But honey, I got an itch that I can’t reach

Oh and it’s right in the center
So I’ll rub up against whatever
Just to get some temporary relief

‘Cause you don’t do it for me 
And baby, I’m not sorry 

You said I’m the best you’ve had
And I never meant to laugh
But I won’t say it wasn’t funny

So call me what you want
But as long as I’m all I’ve got
I know that I’m in good company 

‘Cause you don’t do it for me 
And baby, I’m not sorry 

So alright (alright), okay (okay)
This is what I wanted to, never did, say
‘Cause it’s you ('cause it's you), it’s not me
And I’m still not sorry 

So okay (okay), alright (alright)
When I cut your heart out, I tasted the knife
Let it die (let it die), let it bleed 
'Cause that’s all you did for me

So alright (alright), okay (okay)
This is what I wanted to, never did, say
‘Cause it’s you ('cause it's you), it’s not me (me)
And I’m still not sorry 

So okay (okay), alright (alright)
When I cut your heart out, I tasted the knife
Let it die (let it die), let it bleed 
'Cause that’s all you did for me

Credits: 

Vocals and bass: Patty PerShayla
Guitar: Lucas Powell
Drums and percussion: Alec Klinefelter
Background vocals: Sandra Effert and Hannah Rouwhorst

Written by Patricia Pierzchala, Lucas Powell, and Alec Klinefelter.

Recorded, mixed, and mastered by Lucas Powell.

Cover photography by Loren Johnson.

Do It for Me

Lyrics:
I lost all my baby teeth
Fangs grew in their place 
And you're bound to get some cavities
If you keep chewing bubblegum that way

You've got a big ole bag of treats
To cure your every ailment 
You'll go 'round this Halloween
Like a door-to-door karma salesman

But I don’t buy candy
‘Cause I know life ain’t that sweet

You wet the bed, oh, because you dreamt
Someone didn’t approve of you
Careful there, oh, don’t you dare poke
Holes out for your ghost costume

Clean your dirty laundry
If you want any candy

Oh god, you’ve learned
Some naughty words
Where did you hear that from? 

You're gonna lose
Your last sweet tooth
With that acid tongue


Written by Patricia Pierzchala.

Produced by Patty PerShayla and Paul Abel.

Recorded by Paul Abel at PROP Studios.
Mixed by Lucas Powell.
Mastered by Matt Ten Clay.

Candy

Produced by Patty PerShayla and Paul Abel.

Recorded by Paul Abel at PROP Studios.
Mixed by Lucas Powell.
Mastered by Matt Ten Clay. 

Classical guitar by Neil Postema.

I Don't Want to Set the World on Fire

Lyrics:
Darling, would you meet me
Down at the cemetery
In the shadow of the chapel
Where we are to marry? 

I don't know a single soul
I think they're long forgotten 
They echo through catacombs 
If you know how to listen

He said, "I wanna be buried
Side by side"
He wants to hold my hand
Through the afterlife
But I shall remain
Where my name's engraved
No bricks I've laid
In some surreal estate

So when they make my grave
Don't get a neighboring space
Lay me to rest, my love
And save your best black tux
When they dig my hole
Take the long way home to me
When they make my bed
Don't you lay in it 


Written by Patricia Pierzchala.

Produced by Patty PerShayla and Paul Abel.

Recorded by Paul Abel at PROP Studios.
Mixed by Lucas Powell.
Mastered by Matt Ten Clay.

Till Death

Lyrics:
You were born with +10 luck
As for me, baby, I’m fucked
But the universe, she bowed and curtsied
On the day that first we fell in love

If I am, in fact, damned
It’s not that bad, your hand in my hand
And if I were surely cursed
I’d still take you for the worst

Our path is paved with cracks
And it’s too much to ask
For you to carry my ill-fated ass
Through hell and back

While I'm staring at my feet
I can feel you watching me
But I've learned the hard way
To fear the very ground beneath me

This moment is too opportune 
I can’t assume I’m truly doomed

Welcome to my infernal life
You will my stars to align

Nevertheless, I think, yes, 
I might be blessed


Written by Patricia Pierzchala.

Produced by Patty PerShayla and Paul Abel.

Recorded by Paul Abel at PROP Studios.
Mixed by Lucas Powell.
Mastered by Matt Ten Clay. 

Background vocals by Sandra Effert.

Charmed

Produced by Patty PerShayla and Paul Abel.

Lyrics: 
Your palms could read the same as mine
I could help you wash the dirt from the plot lines
But you hold grudges by the fistful 
From smudges on a crystal ball
Your palms could read the same as mine

And I'll carve my own 
Oracle bones, oracle bones

You're cursing at the sky
You show no gratitude for stars that won't align
Demanding an apology 
Of horoscopic prophecies
You're cursing at the sky

Rabbit, you gotta run, run, run
Find shelter, quick, before the hunter comes
Get on your soft and steady feet
They're selling as commodities
Rabbit, you gotta run



Written by Patricia Pierzchala.

Recorded by Paul Abel at PROP Studios.
Mixed by Lucas Powell.
Mastered by Matt Ten Clay. 

Upright bass by Nuri Tett.
Egg shaker by Brandino Proch.

Oracle Bones

Lyrics: 
I’m gonna slaughter you, 
Ax-murder you with kindness
You want a chainsaw massacre,
I’ll redefine it
And your night terrors are 
My most prophetic dreams
So say your prayers because
They baptized me on Halloween

The horror!
The blood, sweat, tears, and gore
The disorder
The pornographic torture
I’m burying the hatchet in your coffin
It’s haunt or be haunted

There’s no padded cell,
This is a private hell with edges
I am the jury, judge,
And the warden of your sentence
I warned you to stop this 
But you wouldn’t let me be
So this concoction’s based on 
Your old recipe 

Oh no, I’m digging a hole
But I’ve only scratched the surface
I’ve got words like shovels 
And I don’t mind dirt, bitch 


Written by Patricia Pierzchala.

Produced by Patty PerShayla and Paul Abel.

Recorded by Paul Abel at PROP Studios.
Mixed by Lucas Powell.
Mastered by Matt Ten Clay. 

Background vocals and cajon by Brandino Proch.
Upright bass by Nuri Tett.

The Horror!

I can get, I can get 
Out of bed if I want to 
But I just haven’t made
Up my mind if I do

Just one step, just one step
Whichever direction
Or I can dream, where I’d be
If I wanted to move

And they say
Some people have real problems
Make me feel bad if I got one

Think I’ll stay in all day
Wait for something to happen
Go online, start a fight
And change nobody’s mind

Think I might drive all night,
Throw my phone in a canyon (ooo hoo!)
And I’ll watch it hit the rocks
Just before I run to get a new one

I think I’m part of the problem
I think I’m part of the problem

I can get, I can get out of bed
If I want to
I can get, I can get out of bed

I can get out of bed, out of bed
I don’t want to
I can get out of bed, out of bed
I don’t want to

Real Problems

Don't cast your pennies 
In the cup that I drink from 
The bitter taste of money
Spoils my freedom

And while you argue over
The new authority 
And tell me who’s your god today,
It makes no nevermind to me 

Go ahead and draw your lines
But you're surrounded on all sides 

You build a barricade 
Around your property
And keep your fortune
Under lock and key

You step back 
From those who oppose ya
And soon enough you’ll find
That’s why you stand alone, but 

I’ll dance around this cruel earth
Like it’s all neutral turf, yeah 

Go ahead and wave your flag
But mine is painted black

Every time you draw your lines
You’re on the wrong side

I wish I was more—
What’s the term for it?
Articulate, you know, 
Good with words and shit 
But I’m peddling cheap diction
And the words burn when I spit ‘em

I’m singing to the masses
You’re preaching to the birds
My voice is radio static
They hang on your every word
Because you make them count
And I patter and stutter and stammer and mutter
Til “mothers” and “fuckers” eventually slip out
They’re just bound to

Ooh baby, say that line, 
That silent kind again
Give me those eyes, 
They’re words to live by, yeah
Oh you’re a whisper in a crowded room but
Those who care to listen won’t mind the volume
Tell me something good

Got no color in my cheeks
I can't smile more than half-heartedly
I gotta filter the truth, keep it from you
Until I believe it too

I'll flash that counterfeit grin
Beware the light you see me in 

Make sure you get my good side
Is that really what I look like? 

When you cross my camera eye
I, I take a snapshot in my mind
So when I step into the frame
I’m imitating, shifting shapes

I know the perfect pose
Break my back just for the show
Watch me pretty-up my flaws
You’ll see them when the lights are off

And when I feel so ugly
The camera loves me, honey

I never looked better

Make sure you get my good side

In late 2019, Patty PerShayla & The Mayhaps pulled up to the Michigan music scene in a vintage van, well stocked with songs and stories (but not seatbelts). Coming off her solo EP, Oracle Bones (winner of the WYCE Jammie Award for Best Rock/Pop Album of 2019), Patty brings the same sweet but powerful voice and whimsical lyricism bar, club, and brewery-goers throughout the state and beyond have come to know and love, cranked up to 11 with guitarist Lucas Powell and drummer Alec Klinefelter. Showing yet another side of her artistic versatility, Patty dons the bass guitar in this genre-bending power trio, boasting an eclectic and authentic sound with a strutting, stomping, crooning good time onstage.

Patty PerShayla is a rarity as a combination singer and bassist, but has established herself as a stand-out performer by also perching on one leg or strutting the stage in platform heels while fronting her power trio, Patty PerShayla & The Mayhaps. Originally hailing from Grand Rapids, Michigan, Patty and guitarist Lucas Powell played hundreds of shows and racked up thousands of miles before landing in Nashville to explore new sounds. Their EP, Perpetual Motion Machine (winner of Best Rock/Pop Album at the 2024 WYCE Jammie Awards) features riff-driven rock anthems with their signature punky blues grit and a tasteful touch of twang. Always emoting for the cheap seats and boasting a big attitude, the heart of the Mayhaps is PerShayla’s vocal delivery and her quirky, pointed lyrics, ready to call out injustice or just simply shout the big feelings away.

Patty PerShayla & The Mayhaps

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