Don’t Give Up On Me Yet-A Song

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Don’t Give Up On Me Yet

By Abby Berman

It’s simple, they say,

Life simply gets in the way;

And I forget to remember

What’s really real.

I’m sorry I don’t show,

I forget to let you know,

Times have changed.

But the phone still goes both ways.

I’ve disappointed a few

Like I’ve disappointed you

Can you forgive and forget?

Yes, I’ve disappointed a few,

And I disappointed you,

But don’t give up on me yet.

Do you rewind through memories?

Perfect times with perfect ease

It all makes sense now-

We had no idea.

If we went back right now, right here,

Would it finally all be clear?

All that seemed so important

Meant nothing at all.

Well I’ve disappointed a few

Like I’ve disappointed you.

Yes, I have my regrets.

And I have forgotten a few,

But I never forgot you.

Don’t give up on me yet.

Tell you right here, right now

That I finally see how much you mean to me.

It’s taken time

And has happened so very gradually

But I’ve had my time

Made my life the way I wanted it to be,

And you’ve had yours

And I know that made you happy.

It’s simple they say,

Life simply gets in the way;

And I forget to remember

What’s really real.

Well I have forgotten a few,

But I never forgot you

So don’t give up on me yet.

You Said the Same Thing About Me: A Song

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I’m so excited! I finally have a lyric video for “You Said the Same Thing About Me,” from my album Don’t Kiss the Frogs. If you get a chance, please check out my music on iTunes, Spotify, Amazon, etc. (links below). Thank you so much for listening/viewing!

(Also, a live/stripped version is on my YouTube channel.)

***Available now on: iTunes, Spotify,Apple Music,Amazon,Bandcamp,Reverb Nation, Soundcloud…

You Said the Same Thing About Me

by Abby Berman

I cannot imagine

I cannot even fathom

You loving her.

Don’t bother with her name

Because they’re all just the same,

And I don’t need to know.

Tell me she’s the one,

Tell me she’s your dream,

Tell me she’s your home,

She’s your everything.

Then tell me

You know you’ll love her tomorrow.

I cannot speak…

It hurts my heart to think

You’d spend your life with her.

And you pretend with ease-

You’re just so eager to please

Is it exhausting?

Tell me she’s the one,

Tell me she’s your dream,

Tell me she’s your home,

She’s your everything.

Then tell me

You know you’ll love her tomorrow.

Because you said the same thing about me.

And I know, I know you think you love her.

And I know, I know you think you need her.

But I know, I know you better than that,

And you said the same thing about me.

Looking through our past,

What I was sure would last,

Is just laughable.

And from you there’s no denial

It was real all the while

It’s just insulting.

Tell her she’s the one,

Tell her she’s your dream,

Tell her she’s your home,

She’s your everything.

Then tell me

You know you’ll love her tomorrow.

Because you said the same thing about me.

And look, and look at where it got us.

I could have done, I could have done without the heartache.

I could have done, I could have done without a lot of things.

And I could have used a little more affection.

Maybe a little more, a little more truth

Because I really, I really loved you,

And you had me fooled

You had me going for longer than I care to admit.

I cannot imagine,

I cannot even fathom,

You loving her.

For more than just a while,

I was your reason to smile.

That’s all I’ll ever know.

xoxo-Abby

You Said the Same Thing About Me (Stripped)-New Release

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So… I’m still figuring out the best way to release new music and let people know about it. Communication is such an art, and it’s an art that I’m not too proud to admit that I’m still learning 🙂 The stripped version of my song “You Said the Same Thing About Me,” is now available on all streaming sites.

I’ve already released this version of my song on my YouTube channel, so many of you have heard it. If you haven’t already, please listen to it! I feel like I didn’t realize how emotional this song was until I changed the way it was presented. (They do say that presentation is everything). It’s weird to see something that you’ve created from a different point of view; To realize that everything we are and everything that we produce has layers and chapters; It’s almost like a different translation of something that I thought I already understood… and I like it better. In short, after recording this song this way, I feel that it is the way that it was always meant to be communicated. I love the original version, but this version makes me feel so much more.

If you don’t already know, I love doing this. I love writing music. I love singing. I love recording. I love performing. I love every part about it. But most of all, I love the way that music can connect people. And when my music connects me to people, and people to other people, that is real, genuine, pure magic. Thank you for bringing magic to my life. I really don’t care if I make money doing music. If this is a side-project forever, I will still do it forever. Thank you so much to telling me, showing me, reminding me that what I do has meaning. That incredible gift that you give to me is worth more than anything. Thank you.

xoxo-Abby

You Said the Same Thing About Me

by Abby Berman

I cannot imagine

I cannot even fathom

You loving her.

Don’t bother with her name

Because they’re all just the same,

And I don’t need to know.

Tell me she’s the one,

Tell me she’s your dream,

Tell me she’s your home,

She’s your everything.

Then tell me

You know you’ll love her tomorrow.

I cannot speak…

It hurts my heart to think

You’d spend your life with her.

And you pretend with ease-

You’re just so eager to please

Is it exhausting?

Tell me she’s the one,

Tell me she’s your dream,

Tell me she’s your home,

She’s your everything.

Then tell me

You know you’ll love her tomorrow.

Because you said the same thing about me.

And I know, I know you think you love her.

And I know, I know you think you need her.

But I know, I know you better than that,

And you said the same thing about me.

Looking through our past,

What I was sure would last,

Is just laughable.

And from you there’s no denial

It was real all the while

It’s just insulting.

Tell her she’s the one,

Tell her she’s your dream,

Tell her she’s your home,

She’s your everything.

Then tell me

You know you’ll love her tomorrow.

Because you said the same thing about me.

And look, and look at where it got us.

I could have done, I could have done without the heartache.

I could have done, I could have done without a lot of things.

And I could have used a little more affection.

Maybe a little more, a little more truth

Because I really, I really loved you,

And you had me fooled

You had me going for longer than I care to admit.

I cannot imagine,

I cannot even fathom,

You loving her.

For more than just a while,

I was your reason to smile.

That’s all I’ll ever know.

Album & Poetry Book Release

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Today is the day!!!

This is just a quick link list… A pretty webpage/store is to come!!!

 

For the Album

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Don’t Kiss the Frogs:

iTunes

Apple Music

Spotify

Bandcamp

Reverb Nation

…and any other place music can be streamed.

 

 

 

For the Book

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The Frog Kissed Me:

Lulu Press

Amazon

(and pending online release for Barnes & Nobel and Kobo)

 

 

I’m so proud and excited! This has taken so long… but it was worth the time and effort. Thank you so much for taking the time to check it out, and thank you so much to all the people who were involved and supported!

 

Don’t Kiss the Frogs

All songs written by Abby Berman
Produced by Abby Berman & Gabe Dulek
Recorded & Engineered by Gabe Dulek
Vocals & Piano: Abby Berman
Guitar by Patrick Mazenod
Bass by Alex Kish
String Arrangements by Alex Kish
Drums by Brian Head & John Perry
Graphics by Erika Hernandez
Recorded at: Shabby Road Studios (Courtesy of Rick & Anh Perrotta )

 

The Frog Kissed Me

Poems & Lyrics by Abby Berman
Edited by Chelsee Finch
Graphics by Erika Hernandez

 

New Day: A Song

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Very simply stated, this is a song I wrote about depression; Acknowledging it, dealing with it, and trying to get out of it. I wouldn’t consider myself a depressed person. Honestly, many people would tell you that I’m one of the happiest people they know, and for the most part, they would be right. But I am very much human, and I have my sad days, and sometimes a little more than a bad case of the blues. Recently, I was able to help pull myself out of one of these moody times by writing this song. It’s maybe a little cheesy, because I really wrote it for myself, but after it was finished, I realized that maybe it could benefit some other sad people in the world. If it doesn’t, that’s fine too; helping one person, me, is good enough.

(Please keep in mind that this isn’t a finished mixed or mastered recording. It is literally a drum loop and midi parts that I threw together in my loft. I just wanted to put it out there as soon as possible.)

New Day

Written and performed by Abby Berman

Can you fix it?

Can you fix me?

Happiness is so hard to see.

And I miss it

I think it misses me.

Did you find it?

Did it get you?

Did it catch and pull you through?

Did you make all your thoughts

Bright, shiny and new?

Because I know you’ve been through this a time or two

But it’s new to me and I don’t know what to do.

My heart is heavy

My head is torn.

The world is cloudy and ready to storm.

I swear the people around me

Wish I had never been born.

And I know you’ve been through this a time or two

But it’s new to me, tell me what am I going to do?

I can just imagine

How good it’s going to be

When it holds it’s arms out

And says Where have you been?

I can’t see it clearly

But I know it’s right in front of me

Pulling me in…

Ready to begin…

A new day.

Did you feel it?

Can you tell?

I’m waking up

I’m shaking the spell.

I swear I ‘m looking up from where I fell.

And I know you’ve been through this a time or two

And it tastes so sweet, you found your way out of this hell.

I can just imagine

How good it’s going to be

When it holds it’s arms out

And says Where have you been?

I can’t see it clearly

But I know it’s right in front of me

Pulling me in…

Ready to begin…

I can just imagine

How good it’s going to be

When it holds it’s arms out

And says Where have you been?

I can’t see it clearly

But I know it’s right in front of me

Pulling me in…

Ready to begin…

And maybe this happens to most.

The Me I once was is a ghost.

After all of the feelings have felt their way out,

What’s left to stay

Is a new day.

I can just imagine

How good it’s going to be

When it holds it’s arms out

And says Where have you been?

I can’t see it clearly

But I know it’s right in front of me

Pulling me in…

Ready to begin…

I can just imagine

How good it’s going to be

When it holds it’s arms out

And says Where have you been?

I can’t see it clearly

But I know it’s right in front of me

Pulling me in…

Ready to begin…

A new day.

xoxo,

Abby

Where My Head Is: A Poem

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Where My Head Is

A poem by Abby Berman

 

I wish my life could be a timeline in front of me…

And I could see clearly…

Poured out like liquid…

Poured out for me to drink…

So easily, so sweet…

And heartache might be bearable…

knowing “better things to come” could really carry me away.

 

I wish sometimes I had the answers to life’s questions…

Laid out in front of me…

And all of the world’s mysteries weren’t a mystery…

And I could tell when magic is just illusion…

And when disappointment is really just reality…

Poured out like liquid…

Poured out in front of me…

I drink almost passively…

Obeying the laws of time and space.

 

-Abby

 

Where My Head Is: A Poem by Abby Berman

These Hands: A Poem

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By Abby Berman Mazenod

When I become a mother.

I want my daughter to know,

My son to know,

My children to know,

All children to know,

How important it is to be unique.

Because we are who we are.

We create what we are meant to create.

And with this thought, I need to explain to you…

That I love my hands;

My hands that write.

And you should love yours too.

These beautiful hands,

They play,

They create,

They form,

They have worked hard.

These hands communicate what voice cannot.

These hands are beautiful to me.

But they are not perfect…

My middle finger on my right hand,

It is misshapen.

It has felt the work that these hands have done.

It has felt the love that these hands have felt.

It has been the sacrifice for creativity and communication and beauty and love.

This finger

It is ugly.

And when I paint my nails it is the one to stab me.

It is still beautiful.

In its sacrifice,

In its life.

Its beautiful misshapen life.

We need to know what we are willing to give.

We need to know what we are willing to give up for the greater cause.

We need to know that creativity overpowers vanity.

We need to understand that beauty is not visual or physical.

It is important, possibly the most important, to understand,

That in this life,

This modern technicolor life,

There are things that are worth sacrifice.

Things like my hands.

My beautiful misshapen hands.

xoxo-Abby

How Did Butterflies Get Their Wings? A Myth of the Origin

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By Abby Berman Mazenod 

 

Myth Project: How Did Butterflies Get Their Wings?(click here to view Myth)

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    The myth is such an interesting concept. Each culture seems to have their own mythology that is significant in the foundation of that culture. We all remember studying Greek and Roman mythology, and many would consider various religions to be cultural mythologies as well. The stories and characters in these works can be informative, fun, they can teach a lesson, or a concept, or establish a meaning for creation. It is beautiful and overwhelming to think of the weight that these myths have carried with people and cultures of the past.
    In one of my classes we were supposed to create our own myth, and a website to explain about it. I chose to write of the origin of a natural phenomenon: Butterflies. I have always been fascinated by butterflies and thought that their beautiful wings are somehow magical. This seemed like the perfect opportunity to establish a story about their evolution that is actually magical. I loved creating this story. I had so much fun giving personalities to little caterpillars and bringing in the fantasy elements of fairies and magic. I don’t know if writing this will help with my understanding of myths, but it definitely helps me to understand and appreciate the art of storytelling a bit more. I loved it!
    Have a magical day!
    xoxo-Abby
    http://www.tracingabby.com