1. |
The Crow
04:28
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So I have to let you go
From all that we knew before
The crow's spreading his wings
Carrying you, carrying everything
To the next dimension of knowing
Watching, waiting, always growing
I see your shadow in the trees
It makes me fall, makes me freeze
So I have to let you go
From all that we said before
Pain took your body and mind
But now you're gone and I'm left behind
Wondering about all those years
All the silence, all the tears
How we hurt beneath the love
But I had to stay, and you rose above
So I have to let you go
Even if I don't want to
Even if feeling sad
Is all that's left from what we had
But the crow is still in flight
Carrying you with all his might
I reached out to touch his wing
He flew away like you did last spring
And your voice is in the air
And your spirit is everywhere
And if I want my soul to live
I'll keep on trying to forgive
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2. |
Waves
03:42
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They say love can move mountains,
And the oceans flow on free,
‘Coz love can conquer every misery.
But the oceans run dry slowly,
And the mountains stay the same,
And love, like all the others, feelings change.
So run to the ocean,
And watch the sun set over the sea,
And watch as the waves
Roll to the shore
Against you and me.
I heard you should walk softly;
Be delicate with grace,
A smile should always be upon your face.
But I never tread lightly
When the walls are crashing down,
And why should I smile when you’re not around?
I’ll run to the ocean,
And watch the sun set over the sea,
And watch as the waves
Roll to the shore
Against you and me.
They think they’re the wise ones, but
Who are they to say?
When love is going wrong
You can’t rely on songs from yesterday . . .
Just run to the ocean,
And watch the sun set over the sea,
And watch as the waves
Roll to the shore
Against you and me
I’ll run to the ocean,
And watch the sun set over the sea,
And watch as the waves
Roll to the shore
Against you and me
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3. |
The One Thing
04:35
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Afterglow
Bathed in your words
Resounding
Everything I heard
This is the part I say I love you
Even though you’re not around to hear
This is the part I say I love you
Even though it falls on empty ears
Because the one thing in this world I wish for
Will never ever come true
And the one thing in this world I wish for
Will never ever ever come true
Walking
Circles of pain
Restless
Clearing my brain
This is the part I say I love you
A secret that you cannot know
This is the part I say I love you
There’s nowhere else for my heart to go
Because the one thing in this world I wish for
Will never ever come true
And the one thing in this world I wish for
Will never ever ever come true
Endings
Before they begin
Empty
It’s the pattern again
This is the part I say I love you
Even though I risk you walk away
This is the part I say I love you
Even though it’s what you cannot say
Because the one thing in this world I wish for
Will never ever come true
And the one thing in this world I wish for
Will never ever ever come true (x2)
And the one thing in this world I wish for
Has always been for me to be with you
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4. |
Summer
03:12
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They used to call me Summer
Life was warm inside my home,
But the cold chills of December
Follow me as I walk the streets alone.
I had a job until the downsize
Found another with less pay.
Then the landlord raised the rent
And I could not afford to stay.
They used to call me Summer;
That was long before my fall.
Now I struggle to show others
That I am still human after all.
Empty smiles offered wisdom,
Told me there’s lots of help around,
But the safety net tore open under me
And it was quite a long way down.
Pitched a tent along with others
Until the province made us go
They said this was no place to live
Like we already didn’t know.
They used to call me Summer
When I was so innocent and free;
Now I’m just another number,
A longing face no one wants to see;
This is not where I thought I’d be,
And I hope you’ll remember me.
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5. |
Always
03:00
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I have a secret
I'm scared to tell you
So I speak in whispers
shouting through my mind
It's like I'm dancing
While walking slowly
Two steps ahead
and another three behind
I'm feeling closer
despite our distance
I don't expect that you
notice me at all
Smiling politely
I excuse myself
But I'm at the point
where I'm just about to fall
And I am always
hiding in plain sight
And I am always
hoping for tonight
I am always, always
I am always
The less I hurry
the more I wonder
can't figure out what
I'm supposed to do
I'll keep on dreaming
watching and waiting
anticipating what it's like
to be with you
And I am always
hiding in plain sight
And I am always
hoping for tonight
I am always, always
I am always
And I am always, always, always
And I am always, always, always . . . .
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6. |
Butterflies and Rainbows
03:32
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When I was little I sang about rainbows,
Butterflies so lovely, and a sky so blue.
But today I can’t see the rainbows,
Butterflies are gone, sky has changed colour too.
But I’ve been told that I’m very lucky
To live in a place with so much money to spend;
Many people who are chasing rainbows
Think we’re the pot of gold at the end.
Then they learn looks can be deceiving
When they discover there’s nowhere to live;
Cost of housing and everything shoots up,
Until they have got nothing to give.
Not far away up north there’s the Tar Sands;
People are dying, so is a way of life.
Exploitation’s price is too high
Causing the land and its people strife.
All in the name of shipping our oil
Down south to lubricate a war machine
That invades other countries and murders;
Even now our hands are not clean.
How I long for the days of rainbows,
And for the butterflies to soar again;
Someone must tell these huge corporations
Violation of Earth has to end.
Then one day we can live in freedom,
From the bust that follows the boom.
When we’re told that we’ve got a good thing
We should answer by asking, “For whom?”
When we’re told that we’ve got a good thing
We should answer by asking, “For whom?”
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7. |
Voices of September
03:00
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Save me
From what
I remember
I hear
voices
Of September
I'm being haunted
by rumours of a dead man
they travel freely
through the highway of the deep end
I close my eyes
and try to keep pretending
the way you dominate
my dreams is never-ending
Save me
From what
I remember
I hear
voices
Of September
Give me your ashes
so I can build a mountain
and then I'll turn
my tears into a fountain
This broken world
is one of our own making
we paved the ground of
the road I am now taking
Save me
From what
I remember
I hear
voices
Of September (x2)
I'm being haunted
by rumours of a dead man
they're coming at me
from every direction
I'll light a candle,
say a prayer while it's burning
I cannot sleep
my mind is over-working
I cannot sleep
my mind is over-working
please let me sleep
please let me sleep
please let me sleep
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8. |
Still Here
03:55
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Crimson sky
sleepless night
there we'd hide
holding on tight
We were born
by the sea
innocence
lost early
In those moments when we knew each other
we were flowers in a garden
raindrops in a river
falling leaves in autumn
and I am still here
though you walk behind in silence
I am still here
Sirens sound
off we run
underground
'til it's done
A final blast
shakes the core
happened fast
then, no more
In those moments when we knew each other
we were flowers in a garden
raindrops in a river
falling leaves in autumn
and I am still here
though you walk behind in silence
I am still here
Still here, still here
And I am still here
still here, still here
And I am still here
still here, still here
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9. |
Walls
04:09
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Been going through my mind, lately a lot
Have many questions about what I’ve been taught
Nothing’s as clear as it used to seem
As I stand idly by while humanity screams
I can’t sit on the fence anymore
When I have to choose between peace and war
And object to oppression where it arises
No matter what else it is disguised as
Something has to be done
Don’t know where to begin
Walls are meant to frame houses
Not trap people in
I’ve been told I should be ashamed,
I answer, “don’t do this in my name.”
I will acknowledge we’re of the same tribe
But in this case, I must step aside
I can’t sit on the fence anymore
When I have to choose between peace and war
And object to oppression where it arises
No matter what else it is disguised as
Something has to be done
Don’t know where to begin
Walls are meant to frame houses
Not trap people in
I cry for the children, the women, the men
Who face the same hardships again and again
Generations spent under a regime
Where freedom exists only in a dream
I can’t sit on the fence anymore
When I have to choose between peace and war
And object to oppression where it arises
No matter what else it is disguised as
Something has to be done
Don’t know where to begin
Walls are meant to frame houses
Not trap people in
We share the same blood
So I can’t understand
Why we have to keep killing
Over a piece of land
(We’re the sons and the daughters of Abraham)
I can’t sit on the fence anymore
When I have to choose between peace and war
And object to oppression where it arises
No matter what else it is disguised as
Something has to be done
Don’t know where to begin
Walls are meant to frame houses
Not trap people in
Not trap people in
Not trap people in
And it’s time to begin
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Paula Eve Kirman Edmonton, Alberta
Paula Eve Kirman writes and performs music with a message.
She became interested in both music
and social justice at a young age, in part due to being raised on her mother's love of 60s folk music.
For Paula, music is a way of reaching a wider audience with messages of social justice themes, as well as expressions about the complexities of life and love.
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