Paris

The Bataclan attack on November 13th, 2015 in Paris happened just two days after I left the country.  I had spent weeks in France and the end of that trip had turned into a writing session for me (I found an airbnb and turned my phone off for the better part of a week

I had started with a lot of notes and free writing about the streets and the buildings, and less about the people living now and more about people who had built the city in the past.

The lyrics have a lot of that imagery in them, especially with the rain (there’s really no other city that has the same rain/architecture marriage that is so visually inspiring than Paris).

Days after the attack I took those notes and focused the song back to the people, the people of the present that is.  Their voices rising up, being heard in the street, and so became “Voices in Paris.”

“I walk the city with a few euros to my name 
I see you in cobblestones and none are the same 

The streets lose their names when it rains
The city gets lonely once again 

Was there someone looking down on me
Faces in the buildings they’ve got eyes that see 

The streets lose their names when they feel the pain
Voices gone before come back again

Voices in Paris won’t be silent for long
They wash away the pain after the rain has gone, after the rain has gone 

I’ll be in FR in April, get details.

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