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Just Her Ideal

from Listen (album) by Heather Hill

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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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from Listen (album), released January 1, 2005
Written by Heather Hill
Produced, recorded, mixed by Steve Addabbo, Shelter Island Sound
Piano by Heather Hill
Mastered by Paul Gold

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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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