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Home
04:13
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Home
Words and music © Heather Pirie (Listen, 2005)
It’s a stone, cold day
The children bundle up to play
Hockey nets, bails of hay
Frame the pond of frozen grey
Maple sap fills the line
Raging fire burns the pine
Sugared snow, mulled wine
We live for this happy time
On a perfect winter’s day
In a small town kind of way
No matter how far we stray
Home is never far away
The train rolls down the track
Whistle blows, a smoky stack
The curious crowd waves back
Staying close, warm in the pack
On a perfect winter’s day
In a small town kind of way
No matter how far we stray
Home is never far away
Memories of childhood are near
The scents and sounds are dear
Those times together well spent
Cause we lived in the present
On a perfect winter’s day
In a small town kind of way
No matter how far we stray
Home is never far away
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Second Skin
03:59
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Second Skin
My brow is damp
My cheeks are flush
It’s been so long
I hope you’re in a rush
It’s hot in here
My legs are smooth
My neck smells sweet
It’s been so long
Can’t wait ‘til we meet
It’s soft in here
Your love is my second skin
Your love is my second skin
My back is golden
My hips are curved
It’s been so long
You know it’s well deserved
It’s pretty in here
Your love is my second skin
Your love is my second skin
When you’re gone from me, I feel like I’m falling
When you’re gone from me, I feel like I’m falling apart
All I want to do is dance the night away
Hope you don’t mind no space in our sway
I want it tight in here... tight in here
My knees are shaking
My heart beats fast
It’s been so long
Let’s make this last I’m ready in here
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Petrified
03:15
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Petrified
He is numb
And young
He’s only 21
He’s petrified
He can’t feel you
Ecstasy seeks romance
Speed completes the trance
Drop down to dream
Wake up, repeat the theme
Films of blue turn black
Soft goes hard then crack
Heat looses steam
Beauty becomes obscene
He is numb
And young
He’s only 21
He’s petrified
He can’t feel you.
Green screens in cyber prison
Keyboards strike a rhythm
Hate Animate
Escape or accelerate
He is numb
And young
He’s only 21
He’s petrified
He can’t feel you.
(Instrumental)
Chorus
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Draw Near
03:57
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Draw Near
Words and music © Heather Pirie (Listen, 2005)
Too afraid to close my eyes and sleep under skies of war
When’s the next shot going to rip right through this canvas door
I am paralyzed with fear
It’s time to draw near…
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the God my soul will keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the God my soul will take
Too scared to stop and rest for fear of losing a life
Children wait their turn with faith in the healing of my knife
I can’t see through my tears
It’s time to draw near…
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the God my soul will keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the God my soul will take
I’m not ready to go
I’m not ready to go
I’ve not done my part
To help this place
Help this place
Too alive to sit and shake as another brave soldier dies
Hope’s restoring, time’s pouring tomorrow’s sunrise
It’ll be alright you hear
It’s time to draw near…
Now I lay me down to sleep
I pray the God my soul will keep
If I should die before I wake
I pray the God my soul will take
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Just Her Ideal
03:16
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Just Her Ideal
Words and music © Heather Pirie (Listen, 2005)
My mother lived in a house built of books
Full of words weaving phrases into heroes
She wore her old glasses like a badge of honor
Long words read in the bath under the moon
Mother’s a dreamer
And I am her dream
Words bring us together
Bind us in a theme
I wonder if I’m even real
Or just her ideal
At bedtime those words were like waves in an ocean
Rolling, pulling, delivering me home
Words wiped away all the hurt from the schoolyard
Playing alone, failing my grades despite all my tries
Mother’s a dreamer
And I am her dream
Words bring us together
Bind us in a theme
I wonder if I’m even real
Or just her ideal
Her imagination pushed me out on cue
Bawling and blue
Complete with glasses and gratitude
Her words became invisible fingers
They held me tight, squeezed my heart within
Mother’s a dreamer
And I am her dream
Words bring us together
Bind us in a theme
I wonder if I’m even real
Or just her ideal
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Run Away
03:14
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Run Away
Words and music © Heather Hill (Listen, 2005)
You’re tired
Dreams are gone
Colours dim
You feel empty, empty again
They say this blue
Sad flu will pass
Shadows will fade
How long, how long can you suffer?
You want to run away
You want to run away
You want to pack your bags
You want to run away from here
Wasted time
Inside your head
Lonely flower
Beauty’s become an illusion
Stress is knotted
Round your neck
It weighs you down
Year’s you’ve lost, you can’t get them back
You want to run away
You want to run away
You want to pack your bags
You want to run away from here
There’s no one left to blame…Nowhere to hide from shame
Pray patience and hope sustain...So one day you can live your life again
Downward spiral
Dignity’s lost
In self pity
You want to climb out to higher ground
You want to run away
You want to run away
You want to pack your bags
You want to run away from here
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Listen
03:14
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Listen
Words and music © Heather Pirie (Listen, 2005)
Birds have stopped their singing
You can hear a pin drop ringing
Nothing seems to be out of place
But I can feel it in the air
No rainfall, no refresher
The air has lost its pressure
Nothing seems to be out of place
But I can feel it in my bones
Something’s in the silence
Something’s screaming loud
Something feels wrong
Waiting under this shroud - Listen
No words for this emotion
No solace, no potion
Nothing seems to be out of place
But I can feel it in my soul
Something’s in the silence
Something’s screaming loud
Something feels wrong
Waiting under this shroud - Listen
Can you sense there’s a storm about to blow?
Can’t you feel it, don’t you know?
Is there life without this fear?
If only I could hear from my heart
Verse (hum)
Something’s in the silence
Something’s screaming loud
Something feels wrong
Waiting under this shroud - Listen
I have to be brave and listen
I have to be brave and listen to my heart
Verse (hum)
Listen (whisper)
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Heather Hill Toronto, Ontario
With her rich mezzo voice, authentic lyrics, etheric folk-pop style and classical piano chops, Heather Hill is a singer/songwriter captured by matters of the heart, the human experience, and the mystical beauty of nature and the cosmos. She creates an earthy, percussive, elemental, and transcendent sound. ... more
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