Backroads
Finick
Season 10 Episode 3 | 27m 9sVideo has Closed Captions
19-year-old singer-songwriter FINICK creates moving, whimsical indie folk on the guitar.
FINICK expertly balances their real-life emotions with shimmering, imaginative narratives of their own creation. The result is a powerful, unique, and compelling sound reminiscent of inspirations. With their songs, FINICK hopes to reach the people who seek escape through music.
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Backroads
Finick
Season 10 Episode 3 | 27m 9sVideo has Closed Captions
FINICK expertly balances their real-life emotions with shimmering, imaginative narratives of their own creation. The result is a powerful, unique, and compelling sound reminiscent of inspirations. With their songs, FINICK hopes to reach the people who seek escape through music.
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And if they're the reason why I'm still stuck in one place.
I wonder what the spirits choose to believe.
And why they've chosen to grant me such grace.
Because I just kept going, I just kept going till my feet started to ache.
And I just keep running, I just keep running, but the heels on my shoes never seem to break.
The road cuts the soles, but they're filled back in with stones, so I guess I'm here to stay.
Oooo.
Oooo.
I tend to forget that the doubts are just another voice.
The only parasite that could ever stop me from moving forward.
I tend to think a little too much till I can't clear the noise.
But in moments of silence I remember nothing could keep me from the rewards.
Ooooo.
So I just keep going and I just keep going.
And my feet are starting to ache.
But I just keep running and I just keep running, and the heels on my shoes still don't seem to break.
The road cuts the soles but their filled back in with stones.
So I’ll see another day.
And I've never felt more certain of the ending.
Is my ambition really so misplaced.
And I've never lost sight of what it is I'm intending.
Every now and then I'm still afraid.
Ahhh.
Eeeee.
Ahhh.
I just keep going and I just keep going even when I start to ache.
And I just keep running and I just keep running.
Cause I know the heels on my shoes never break.
The road cuts the soles but their filled back in with stones.
So I know I'm here to stay.
The path is filled with cracks but the foundation’s intact.
So I still know the way.
The road cuts the soles but their filled back in with stones.
So I guess I'm here to stay.
The path is filled with cracks.
And it could always lead me back.
I go on to another day.
I'm Finnick.
And I have a band that, you know, interchanges depending on, what we're doing and who's available.
I started writing music during the pandemic.
I definitely enjoy performing.
It's one of my favorite parts of being a musician and just like being on stage.
And also like when there's, like, other people on the bill, just like, I don't know, every day you meet someone new, you know?
So it's definitely a lot of fun.
I'm looking through the trees, looking for the horizon.
that somehow keeps escaping me each time I try to find it.
Then I look up through the branches hoping for falling gift.
Cause we both know I'm out of chances if I can't find the way to fix this.
Need to run away.
I want to leave, but you need me to stay.
I'll pack my things and settle in a place in between the deep end and a warm embrace, This time just tell me what to say.
Cause I’d give to you my best, but not for what you ask.
You want more than I can give, and this is all I have for you.
For you.
This is all I have.
Now I'm shuffling through weeds trying to find a four leaf clover to heal whatever bleeds when all of this is over.
The green must erase the red.
From what I've seen and what's been said.
And in a dream I'll put this to bed.
Finally revealing you've been misled.
This time I'll make sure it's dead.
I give to you my best.
But not for what you ask.
You want more than I can give.
And this is all I have.
I told you that my worst is really not that bad.
But you say it's a curse.
And I say this is all I have for you.
This is all I have for you.
This is all I have for you.
No, I'm not strong enough to pressurize a diamond.
And I'm not weak enough to put you on an island.
No, I'm not smart enough to tell you what this means.
I'm not stupid enough to think I shouldn't leave.
To you my best.
But not for what you ask.
You want more than I can give.
And this is all I have.
I tell you that my worst is really not that bad.
But you say it's a curse.
And I say this is all I have for you.
This is all I have.
But I'm not weak enough for you.
This is all I have.
No, I'm not smart enough for you.
This is all I have for you.
This is all I have.
A lot of my songs are, you know, sort of just like made up stories and like sort of a fictional realm, definitely writing about school is definitely, a thing in, like, mental health is probably the main experiences I can draw from.
Because I don't really have that many like, crazy, like life stories in terms of, like, relationships and stuff.
Like, it's pretty tame, so.
Yeah.
Gather around and listen closely, I know a tale you won't forget.
You've heard the name of Captain Tory, well, this begins the day we met.
We were both young and full of wonder.
Never knew what was coming next.
Wandering ‘round, we found each other.
Falling face down onto the deck.
Brushed of the dust, You took my hand.
They shook as she told me of her name.
That was before the sword, the title.
That was before the gold, the fame.
Don't you know there's a million different ways you can take until it's gone.
Break apart the very thing you sought.
Don't you know there's a million different ways you can take it too far.
Break until you're nothing but a song.
Land to sea and loss to victory.
Waving goodbye I stood at the pier.
Friend to foe and proud to ruthless.
Who I once knew had disappeared.
Youth can fill you with ambitious fantasies.
And you can try to reach them but it may take more than what you deemed.
Is there a line that you can draw not to cross?
And will you keep that promise or be the first who did not?
Don't you know there's a million different ways you can take until it's gone?
Break apart the very thing you sought.
Don't you know there's a million different ways you can take it too far.
Break until you're nothing but a song.
Every ship must eventually sink.
And everything you fought for, everything you took will be in vain.
And when you fall, you'll regret the things you have.
Cause it was never really yours.
It was never gonna make it to the end.
That was before.
Before the gold.
Before the song.
Don’t you know there's a million different ways you can take until it’s gone.
Break apart the very thing you sought.
Don't you know there's a million different ways you can take it too far.
Break until you're nothing but a song.
Every ship must eventually sink.
And everything you fought for, everything you took will be in vain.
And when you fall you'll regret the things you have cause it was never really yours.
It was never gonna make it to the end.
I keep thinking of ways of how to see you again.
Cause I really didn't want things to end.
But it seems that the stars are not aligned.
I cannot sleep.
Now I will not fall behind.
I'll wait for you.
I'll see you soon.
In another life Once I learn how to say goodbye.
Maybe I'll trick the gate so you could walk right in.
Maybe I'll rig the game So I would always win.
Another day where all I think about is where you've been.
But how can I miss something that has not, could still begin.
I’ll wait for you.
I'll see you soon.
In another life.
A thousand smiles, a million miles, whatever it takes to get to you.
I guess I have to learn how to lose.
How to lose.
How to lose.
How to lose you.
Oh, I can't take this distance.
As if you disappeared.
No, I don't like this silence, when I'm right here.
I'll wait for you.
I'll see you soon.
In another life.
A thousand smiles, a million miles, whatever it takes to get to you.
I guess I'll have to learn how to lose you.
And I'm sure you've got your own things to deal with.
But I can't help but feel this getting out of hand.
And I don't really understand where things went wrong.
These days, I don't know what page you and I are on.
And I think you're pushing me away.
Cause I come off a little too strong.
Fool me once.
Shame on you.
The second time around.
Shame on me.
I think I see where this is going, but I don't want to believe it.
But they say third time's a charm.
Well, now you got what you wanted.
The third time's a charm.
You broke it off, that's for sure.
You left me standing feeling lost and discarded.
So don't be alarmed if I turn you away.
When you say I was wrong.
I try to hold my ground whenever I see you.
But there's no doubt you can tell when I'm feeling blue.
I really wanted things to work out in your favor but you blew it.
And now I can't save ya.
And they say third time's a charm.
Well, now you got what you wanted.
Third time's a charm.
You broke it off that’s for sure.
You left me standing feeling lost and discarded.
So don't be alarmed if I turn you away.
When you say you're right I was wrong.
You left me standing feeling lost and discarded.
I really don't know why things went wrong.
If only you knew all that I wanted was for us to get along.
Third time's a charm.
Well, now you got what you want.
Third time's a charm.
You broke it off that I know.
You left me standing.
But at least I'm not falling.
So I won't be alarmed when you come back and say don't turn me away I was wrong, I should have stayed.
But third time's a charm.
Ohhhhh .
Ooooo.
Ooooo.
I can't believe the time it's passed since you and I. I cannot count the number of sleepless nights.
I never understood the things that you gave me.
And why the photobook is what I chose to keep.
And I look back at all weekends where I gave you all my time.
Just to hear you, reuse the same old tired lines.
And the movies that we’d watch with the girls as blonde as they are mean.
And every time you’d act surprised when I knew the words to every scene.
I do recall it with fondness.
My memory makes paintings of you.
And I do remember certain calmness.
And sometimes I miss it.
Yes, I do.
I do not know how long it took me to move on, but it took twice as much.
You find something wrong And I'm still hung up in things.
It almost led to nothing, cause we’d always take those sides and turn ‘em into something.
And at least I enjoyed the ride.
Had the time of my life.
We sure did.
Hold on tight.
And we knew when to say goodbye.
I do recall it with fondness.
My memory makes paintings of you.
I do remember certain calmness.
And sometimes I miss it.
Yes, I do.
Yes, I cherish the songs we say/ They're better sung in the past.
No, I don't regret what we had.
Cause we did our best to make last.
I do recall it with fondness.
I do recall it with calmness.
and to recall it is harmless.
And all I ever did is recalled it with fondness and calmness, laughter and softness.
And I'm content with how it went, the time I got, the time I spent and I do cherish the songs we sang.
They're better sung in the past.
No, I don't regret what we had.
It's for the best it didn't last.
Wake me when the sun goes down.
And take me to an empty town.
And save me from the big bad prince.
And make me something people will miss.
Lay me in a gilded tomb.
Break me like the golden rule.
Change me to be loved by you.
Shake me down ‘till the knots come loose.
Once upon a time and happily ever after.
No one wants to hear the difficult chapters.
I don't want your letters, I don't want your roses.
Just another place for you to stick your.
You to stick your.
I don't know who I am.
How it ends, how it begins.
I don't know where I stand.
But I do know that I won't find out Like this.
It's raining, I want it to pour.
I didn't mean to cause a war.
Just tell me what all this was for.
I’ll let it go and let it be more.
I can’t help but wonder how it might be different, had the hands of fate chosen not to step in.
If I print it, will it end up on your shelf?
Cause, if you don't want it, I can keep it to my... Keep it to my... I don't know who I am.
How it ends, how it begins.
I don't know where I stand, but I do know that I won't find out.
Like this.
I don't know how the story goes.
Everything looks so damn gray.
Am I the villain or the hero?
I'm the sacrifice either way.
Take me with you.
Take me flying.
Give me something cause I'm dying.
I'm dying.
I don't know who I am.
How it ends, how it begins.
I don't know where I stand.
But I do know that I won't find out like this.
I don't know how the story goes.
Am I the villain or the hero?
But I can't seem to let it go.
So if you paint it gray and something changes, just let me know.


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