Paul Cresey

Paul Cresey

 Victoria, British Columbia, CAN
BandFolkSinger/Songwriter

Infectious melodies born from sixties folk-rock woven with thoughtful lyrics. Combine intricate picking or emotional strumming and you have a snapshot of the human condition presented in song.

Biography

Paul Cresey has evolved into one of Western Canada's best emerging songwriters. He defines his music as Folk-Alternative, clearly laid out by several of the songs in his latest self-titled album. " Emotional songs are to be felt not heard"; that is why Paul places strong feelings in each song, spread out for everyone to experience, hence the title of his first album "Piece the Picture". His music runs the spectrum from blues, Celtic, folk rock and everything in between. Independent reviewer Peter McGee for Bluesbunny has said of one of Paul's songs, "Sinners and Saints": "It is here that the album seeps a modicum of Cresey's true talent. While attending university (education) in Edmonton Canada his concerts have been concentrated in the area and some have been notable: Concert for peace, U-22 Revue at the Royal Alberta Museum, the prestigious "Night of Artists", CITY TV live interview and performance, CFRN (CTV) performance and interview, CBC television, three interviews on CKUA radio (one live with a performance), interviews on CBC Edmonton and CBC St. John's Newfoundland (radio), a concert alongside folk legend Bill Bourne (to which he received a standing ovation), Capital City Exhibition , Homefest 2008 (a benefit concert to raise funds and awareness for the homeless), Vic Juba Theater in Lloydminster Sask., Edmonton's largest folk music club the "Northern Lights", Big Valley Jamboree, two performances at one of North Americas largest folk music festivals, the Edmonton Folkfest in 2009 and the Canmore Folk Music Festival (2010) to name a few. One performance at the Edmonton Folk Fest was on the mainstage between two major acts performing three of his songs before a crowd of 20,000 people while Steve Earle set up. He received a standing ovation for the performance on the smaller stage (before an estimated crowd of three thousand) and an invitation to play at a concert that was videotaped by CBC television for a later broadcast (Sept. 2010)! He has opened for the PolyJesters and performed alongside Canadian folk legend Bill Bourne. The largest accolade came in the fall of 2008 when Paul was nominated for a Canadian Folk Music Award for Canadian Young Performer of the Year! He has also been a leader in a songwriting workshop sponsored by the Alberta Music Industry Association for other musicians in the U22 (under 22) organization (www.U22.ca). He recently opened to a sold out crowd for a popular local rock band. He was apprehensive because as a solo folk singer Paul didn't know how the audience would react. After playing three encores the appreciative audience still didn't want him to leave.
Paul has no specific target audience. To date he has had teenagers to retired people in the audience enjoying his melodies, and that is what they are, melodic, as Paul builds his songs from tune to lyrics.
Paul also likes to speak to students on the benefits of songwriting as a choice in the fine arts field. He has performed and addressed the Suzuki School of Music as well as participated in songwriting workshops at high schools while completing his degree. His songs have been included in publishing libraries in Boston and Ann Arbor for distribution to major film and television studios. The disc "When Beauty Has Passed" received top marks in all categories from industry professionals in New York during an evaluation. His music is heard on radio stations around the world with people from as far away as Australia asking for his discs. With over 100 songs written before the age of twenty, and with growing exposure, the likelihood of his getting discovered grows with each passing day.
Other accomplishments include: a song included in the Australian independent movie "Dealing With Destiny" (released across Australia in summer of 2011), a finalist in Calgary Folkfest songwriting competition twice (judges prize), a finalist in Gigatone Entertainment (Hollywood) songwriting competition, and a third prize winner for the acoustic category (The Story) in the international competition "100% Music Songwriting Contest" (France).

Lyrics

Piece The Picture

Written By: Paul Cresey

And..I can't count the number of times
we looked up and waited for shooting stars.
And.. I can't count the number of times
we listened to the same songs in my car.
And...I can't count the number of times
I felt so warm when I came 'round the bend.
And...I can't count the number of days
that I wished would never end.
And...sometimes I regret some things I did
and other times I'm happy I was hurt.
'Cause when I walked into your work
you're the girl who made me inert.
Sometimes...I regret the nights
spilling secrets and being so upset.
But...if I hadn't have done those things and knew that girl
you and I would have never met.
Try to piece the picture of my feelings on the floor.
It just comes this easily, it was finished long before.
I've been knocking for ten minutes could you open the door.
This isn't the first time we've sung those songs but, could we please sing them somemore?
Remember when we dug for gold, and watched the fireworks show?
And all the people stood and watched attentively from below.
Remember when we shared lemonade under nighttime's eerie glow?
And when the night was over it seemed to have started long ago.
I know this might sound crazy but I think I've got it right.
Lyrics come so easily when you're thinking of the girl while you write.
And I can't count the number of times we looked up and waited for shooting stars.
And I can't count the number of times we listened to the same songs in my car.
And I can't count the number of times I felt so warm when I came 'round the bend.
And I can't count the number of days that I wished would never end.
Try to piece the picture of my feelings on the floor.
It just comes this easily it was finished long before.
I've been knocking for ten minutes could you open the door.
It's O.K. if you don't feel this way
I've been through this...before.

News

Written By: Paul Cresey

June 6, 1968
I bet that half of you have forgotten the date.
Ambassador Hotel, ambassador for fate.
Proponent of minority and love over hate.
On April fourth innocent blood was shed.
Fuel the fire of hate already overfed.
Dr. King on a balcony, now painted red.
It's sad to hear another saint is dead.

(chorus)
I heard the news was played and the body was weighed and the doorman got paid.
I heard the silent grenade and lovers betrayed and another decade.
I see the shiny blade
And another parade
And another parade.
I saw evil invade
And God decayed
And God decayed.

November 22, 1963
Through the open window of the library.
Some say Oswald and others disagree.
I still remember seeing John F. Kennedy...

I saw his son salute with
Soldiers in combat boots
They waved t'him has he passed by.
I know it's hard to see but, then
Can the world tell me why Ghandi was shot while he prayed?

(Chorus)
I heard the news was played
And the body was weighed
And the driver got paid.
I heard the motorcade
And the marching band played
And I'm afraid.
I see the blood that sprayed
And another parade
And another parade
I saw evil invade and God decayed and God decayed.

I saw his son salute with
Soldiers in combat boots
They waved t'him as he passed by.
I know it's hard to see but, then
Can the world tell me
Why Ghandi was shot while he prayed?

(Chorus #1)

Ireland

Written By: Paul Cresey

It was twenty years ago
That I stumbled upon this shore,
That I wandered British isles and
I tried to find the Lord.
I found a land of green and my Brothers who were at war.
I asked my holy God
Save thine people evermore.
The shores of Ireland
And the beaches I adore.
I asked the Catholics if they had
Found the Lord.
Instead they killed the Protestants
And cast them on the shore.
I asked my holy God
Save thine people evermore.
The shores of Ireland
And the beaches I adore.
I asked the Protestants if they had
Found the Lord.
Instead they killed the Catholics
And cast them on the shore.
I asked my holy God
Save thine people evermore.
Please tell me oh my God
Why the Dubliners wipe the floor
Of the blood of the men
Who will ne'er be spoken for?
Do they die for honor or
The glory of the Lord?
Please my holy God
Save thine people evermore.
Please tell me oh my God
Why children huddle on the floor?
Their fathers all have died
'Tis the cost of such a war.
Came a bullet to his head
From the friend he had next door.
Please my holy God
Save thine people evermore.
I found the holy laws
I had written and had sworn.
'Tis at the funerals where
The people are to mourn.
There no man is different
Religion they ignore
These men wish to
Become legends of the folklore
But their names all die
Against the island's rocky shore.

When Beauty Has Passed

Written By: Paul Cresey

When beauty has passed then true love will show,
straight from the heart, straight from the soul.
When beauty has gone and the waters run cold,
I'll love you when you're young, I'll still love you when you're old.
When beauty has passed you won't be alone.
I'll be there in your arms.
I'll be there in your home.
When beauty is gone and the future's unknown,
predict love to be safe,
predict love to be stone.
When beauty has passed and one of us goes,
to the heavens above
to the soil below,
when beauty has gone and the cold winds blow,
I'll think of you and I'll smile.
I'll see you soon, I suppose.

The Story

Written By: Paul Cresey

I wasn't looking but somehow I found it, a story from my childhood encased in glass.
So I broke it an inside the box was nothing but some paper and a pencil made of brass.
I wrote my own and, from its words, I made a home to guard my heart from the lies my eyes accepted, to begin.
I put it away until today I opened it again and then I read it from beginning to the end.
Would you like to hear a story with no characters or a climax, no message or allusion, no setting or conclusion?
Its a burlesque and an epic and a tragedy all in one.
Its completed in full and its only just begun.
And sometimes its too hard to tell a story when there's nothing to begin with and nothing to end.
Maybe the story should be a movie and use a well known script that no one ever penned.
The actors hired were too damn tired to make the shoot in the custom suits and never even made it to the town.
Then the cameras broke and the lighting choked, the director bailed when the actresses were nailed for burning the studio down.
Would you like to see a movie with no characters or a climax, no message or allusion, no setting or conclusion?
Its a burlesque and an epic and a tragedy all in one.
Its completed in full and its only just begun.
And when I opened it again the words were gone they disappeared.
And in a ball of fire it fell and melted away what wasn't smeared.
I'd recollect it for you but I never locked it into memory.
If only the idea was simple, to be or not to be.
I wasn't looking but somehow I found it, a story from my childhood encased in glass.
So I broke it and inside the box was nothing but some paper and a pencil made of brass.
I wrote my own and, from its words, I made a home to guard my heart from the lies my eyes accepted, to begin.
I put it away until today I opened it again and I read it from the beginning to the end.
Would you like to hear a story with no characters or a climax, nomessage or allusion, no setting or conclusion?
Its a burlesque and an epic and a tragedy all in one.
Its completed in full and its only just begun.
Only just begun, only just begun.

Marionette

Written By: Paul Cresey

I got all my things back there's no strings attached.
You got all your things back now there's no strings attached.
I'm not your go to man, no, anymore.
You're not my puppeteer, no, anymore.
Oh, wo oh.
I'm not your emotional whore anymore.
You don't own my soul, no, anymore.
Oh, wo oh.
All my dreams to tear this nightmare down.
Finally I can touch the ground.
I am free, I am free.
I'm not your one night stand, no, anymore.
Your not my go to girl, no, anymore.
Oh, wo oh.
I'm not your baggage check, no, anymore.
You don't own my soul, no, anymore.
Oh, wo oh.
All my dreams to tear this nightmare down.
Finally I can touch the ground.
I am free, I am free.
Oh,wo oh.
Oh, wo oh.
All my dreams to tear this nightmare down.
Finally I can touch the ground.
I am free, I am free!

Angel

Written By: Paul Cresey

Do you think if we had one less thing in common,
you would find one reason to stay?
You're the angel in my broken dreams.
You're the subject of my hopeless screams and,
I'm the oblivion inside your head,
and you're the same to me.
I don't know you but I love you and
that's a certainty.
And I'm uncertain about a lot of things but the angel you could be.
Our similarity makes conversation simple,
and our short discussions lame.
But I know because of this I think I'll love you and
therefore you'll think the same.
Maybe someone already has your heart.
Maybe you can't afford another part.
But if it's time you need,
and time you want,
I'll count the days and nights,
every one, wo oh wo oh
You're the angel in my broken
dreams.
You're the subject of my hopeless screams and I'm the oblibion inside your head and'
you're the same to me.
I don't know you but I love you and,
that's a certainty.
And I'm uncertain about a lot of things but the angel you could be.

Vodka Shots

Written By: Paul Cresey

Vodka shots go down hard when you want them to, And the bottle's usually dry when the evening's done.
At least that's how it was,
how it is still even now.
It's more fulfilling than my body should allow.
I could never really see myself here anyways,
in the back of an old pub throwing dollars down.
But it is what it is, what it was when I was young,
listening to sappy love songs oversung.
So this is the part of the song when I fall in love,
and this is the part of the song where everything's okay.
Maybe I should throw in something meaningful, but I'll save it for a better day.
No use holding your number I know I'll never call, but I keep it in my wallet just in case, because how's it go? What do you care and who knows...
Please keep me company for my next show.
I can see myself in death reading the classified.
I wonder what all my friends would say...
It is what it is what it was now he's gone.
Get over it he lived his lifetime to move on.
Hmmmmm
Vodka shots go down hard when you want them to and the bottle's usually dry when the evening's done.
At least that's how it was, how it is still even now.
It's more fulfilling than my body should allow.
So this is the part of the song when I fall in love.
And this is the part of the song when everything's okay.
Maybe I should throw in something meaningful but
I'll save it, sorry, what can I say?

Sunshine

Written By: Paul Cresey

The sun it strikes my hair and turns it blonde
And washing it won’t turn it black
The color of the night makes me feel
As if the day will not come back

The sun it scolds my skin and turns it red
And healing it will make it crack
The color of the sky, a pale earth blue,
A clouded shroud, an open track

And the sunshine blinded my imagination
And the sunshine sacrificed my fascination
It burns me up, It burns me up inside
It burns me up, It burns me up inside

The sun it dries me up and when I feel weak
And thirst comes soon after the sleep
The color of the leaves change in the fall
And like the sun they will retreat

The sun it breaks the morn and lights my room
And nothing keeps me from the heat
The color of the trees will soon be grey
And like the world, admit defeat

And the sunshine blinded my imagination
And the sunshine sacrificed my fascination
I’m defenceless, I’m defenceless to the light
It burns me up, It burns me up inside
It burns me up, It burns me up inside

The sun it strikes my hair and turns it blonde
And washing it won’t turn it black
The color of the night makes me feel
As if the day will not come back

Child

Written By: Paul Cresey

Suicidal children huddle alone.
No more silent whispers on the telephone.
Black eyed bullies make the innocent moan.
No princess or soldier waiting at home.
No drugs no Santa no Polar Express.
No Alice, no books, no way to suppress.
No Hook, no dog, no Cat in the Hat.
No knight, no queen, no vampire bat.
Spinning 'round but there's nothing here.
And they're caged inside.
Turning to someone to hold them dear but there's no one around.
Choosing cuts over tears and blood for the years, and hopes for fears and, blood for tears.
Beautiful girls wearing bands over scars,
Hiding circular burns from the butts of cigars'
Reaching blindly to the faded stars because boys are from Jupiter and girls are from Mars.
Beautiful boys hiding under a smile,
No reason to care, lay low for a while,
'Cause being a man means walking a mile and being a boy means living in style.
Spinning 'round but there's nothing here.
And they're caged inside.
Turning to someone to hold them dear but there's no one around.
Choosing cuts over tears and blood for the years, and hopes for fears and, blood for tears.
Blood for tears.

The Girl In The Small Black Dress

Written By: Paul Cresey

She slips into the night in the cover of the rain,
And you follow her outside because she makes you feel insane.
Sullenly she opens her jacket and her hand goes inside,
She pulls out a single cigarette and tosses her hair aside.
I guess she has the kind of soul that fits every man’s design,
But she knows they follow her and she leads them into darkness every time.
She’ll ask you to take her coat and walk her home in the rain,
And she knows you’ll go along because she makes you feel insane.

She’s an easy girl to like and an easier girl to find.
She’ll tear your heart out son and you’ll think her kind.
She’ll put on the small black dress and play tricks with your mind.
She’ll take you on a one way trip you’d never decline.

Now you’ve got your ticket and your bags are packed but she’s standing still.
And you’re out there waiting for her, feelings at her will.
You wake up, eyes opening to the sound of the front door.
You look over at the clock and it sure ain’t even fifteen past four.

She’s an easy girl to like and you never even tried.
She’ll tear your heart out son and you’ll think you died.
She’ll put on the low cut dress and push loving aside.
So if you don’t mind then, take her for a ride.
Take her for a ride, take her for a ride.

Far Away

Written By: Paul Cresey

I don’t have to knock because baby I know,
You would love to go.
I don’t even have to make a call,
Because you’ve already read my mind.

I know that you will come my way,
Don’t even ask me why.
I know that you will run away,
Come with me come let’s go.

Far away,
I know where we can stay,
And if we can’t
So what we’ve got all day.

Now it’s about time we hit the road,
Hour till the sun goes down.
Now it’s about time we hit the town,
But you’ve already made up your mind.

We’ll find a nice motel somewhere,
Don’t even ask me why.
We’ll find a nice place to say goodbye,
Come with me come let’s go.

Far away,
I know where we can stay,
And if we can’t
So what we’ve got all day.

You are the one for me tonight,
You are the darkness in my light,
I am your patient and you’re my nurse,
I am the body and you’re my hearse.

Far away,
I know where we can stay,
And if we can’t
So what we’ve got all day.
So what we’ve got all day.
So what we’ve got all day.

With The Wind

Written By: Paul Cresey

I've got a problem, I bend with the wind, all it takes is a flat plain and someplace to stick my feet in.
I don’t know why the thought of freedom makes me itch, nonetheless I’m comfortable hiding out here in this ditch.

This is the place where I was born and raised its nothing much but hell at least Im safe.
Then again I might like a little change a short trip to the mountains or a night walk on the
Plains.

Maybe it was you I underestimated,
Im sure you could be fun.
Maybe it was the thought of you I hated,
Or the lack of unison.

There are a million places I've thought to go and adventure waits at the end of each scenario.
I don’t know why the thought of freedom made me itch, I may be uncomfortable but at least Im happy with the switch.

One hundred thousand stars are cast across the sky I feel alive and for a second I wonder why.
It took so long to admit that I was wrong, to admit that freedom was the safer path all along.

Maybe it was you I underestimated
I'm sure you could be fun.
Maybe it was the thought of you I hated,
Or the lack of unison.

Happier

Written By: Paul Cresey

Tragedy tore out my eyes and fed them to the sun
Open ended prophecies of happiness and fun
Telling me by velvet skies that living through the One
Makes standing darkness possible without the use of light

Liposuc my dirty dreams then market them for luck
Teach love of the memory then fold it up and tuck
Insignificant romance beginning with the fuck
Makes living in the present so much more right

I’m happier, happier, happier tonight
Happier, happier, happier, happier tonight

Surgery for a broken heart, by-pass it ‘cause its clogged
Looking through the looking glass while relishing the fog
Slip the papers in a file and make sure to have it logged
Makes life a little easier and less of a fight

Chuck out the unfinished meals I know for me its rare
Dumping out leftover bleach from the washroom in your hair
King and Queen without a proper child to make an heir
Makes anarchy feasible and rebellion alright

I’ll be happier, happier, happier tonight
Happier, Happier, Happier, Happier tonight

Nobody Knows

Written By: Paul Cresey

I’m leaving town tonight,
I hate the city life,
Elizabeth is shining bright, beckoning me

Far away from here,
To the open clear,
Where there’s nothing to fear, but the rest of the world,

Don’t tell me it’s just a girl,
Wait one more day,
The pain will fade away and you’ll be fine,
Hungover from the wine,
You drank the night you chose to throw it all away,
Nobody knows the right words to say

I’ve got the will to last,
I’ve got enough for dinner and gas,
The rest is in the past, and the road

Is warmer compared to you,
And the ice cold things you do,
It’s easy to start new, when you’re young like me.

Don’t tell me it’s just a girl,
Wait one more day,
The pain will fade away. You’ll be fine,
Hungover from the wine,
You drank the night you chose to throw it all away,
Nobody knows the right words to say.

Eastern Shores

Written By: Paul Cresey

I’m just a boy from the west,
Doing what all of us do best,
Working with the oil, making bushels of wheat,
And breeding the cattle for milk and meat

Work is never hard to find,
For those of us who fall behind,
Out here you can be all you want to be,
Come one come all become the bourgeoisie

I want to live on the eastern shores where the sun does rise from the ocean’s floor,
I want to die when I’m lost at sea where my brother’s like me perished long before.

So eastern bound am I,
A most unusual goodbye,
The road to the east isn’t paved with gold,
But it feels right the further it unfolds.

And when I’m finally there,
I’ll be richer than any millionaire,
The riches back home never cleansed my soul,
Not oil, not wheat, not natural gas or coal

I want to live on the eastern shores where the sun does rise from the ocean’s floor,
I want to die when I’m lost at sea where my brother’s like me perished long before.

The Hoodoo Are Everywhere

Written By: Paul Cresey

There’s a storm coming soon,
And it brings the fires of hell,
It’ll get you when it croons, yeah,
Don’t fall under it’s spell.

When it settles overhead,
It’ll ring you like a bell,
Everybody winds up dead, yeah,
Only some don’t bid farewell.

Who knew that people turn to stone,
Melded by the fire in the sky,
It’s gonna set the legend straight,
It’s gonna make bad people fry.

The embers crackle in the night,
You can hear them whisper in the wind,
Not even an angel's light,
Can keep you from your sins.

They cast their shadows on the plains,
They look like Satan when they grin,
They smoulder gently when it rains,
They like the goose bumps on your skin,

Who knew that people turn to stone,
Melded by the fire in the sky,
It’s gonna set the legend straight,
It’s gonna make bad people fry.

Dallas and the Girl

Written By: Paul Cresey

She wasn’t a junkie, hardly fourteen,
But the girl had pupils as wide as her eyes,
And as dark as the lunar far side

Dallas and the Girl had walked in together,
And they shared pupils as wide as their eyes,
And though they tried they couldn’t hide them

Take these, you’re both young and indestructible,
Doesn’t the world make you feel disposable?
Take these and just let go
All I never want to be, Oh I never want to feel forgettable,
Because life’s too short and malleable,
To care about my body and my soul

“I want to be a singer,” he said, “so why stay in school,”
I can scream really good for my age,”
And I’m pretty sure its what I want to do”

“He’s really good,” she assured, then took another sip from her water,
She was on her fourth cup of the night,
And there was no stopping her

Take these, you’re both young and indestructible,
Doesn’t the world make you feel disposable?
Take these and let go
All I never want to be, Oh I never want to feel forgettable,
Because life’s too short and malleable,
To care about my body and my soul

The girl brushed her hair with a comb she stole from her puppy,
And she scratched at all the scabs on a face
That should’ve been youthful and happy

I want to be happy,
I just want to be happy

That’s the problem with pills: they kill and they slaughter,
All the good kids with nothing but dreams,
And bright eyes for the future

Take these, you’re both young and indestructible,
Doesn’t the world make you feel disposable?
Take these and just let go
All I never want to be, Oh I never want to feel forgettable,
Because life’s too short and malleable,
To care about my body and my soul

Into Your Heart

Written By: Paul Cresey

When I look into your eyes, I can feel you looking back at me,
When I look into your eyes, I know I’m where I ought to be,
I was the first to realize that the scent of love was actually,
In everything you did to act like you weren’t in love with me.

When you look into your heart, I’m positive that you’ll agree,
When you look into your heart, I’m sure you’ll find a part for me,
Just don’t take it all apart to get that little piece ready,
I don’t want you to have to put it back together for me.

When I look into your eyes, I feel this overwhelming ecstasy,
When you look into your heart, I’m sure you’ll feel the same by me,
I was the first to realize and now you’ll be the first to see,
That everything was true, in all the ways I said it’d be.

Take My Hand

Written By: Paul Cresey

Nothing is everything when I'm with you,
Take my hand.
All of the happiest days I ever new,
Felt unplanned.
Sometimes my feelings need their own "closeup",
It's hard to see.
And then I feel like life wants to give up
On lonely me, on lonely me.

'Cause I die when you're not there,
When we have no time to spare.
And the words I want to say,
Go nothing like this anyway.
'Cause I'm living without love,
Without words, no hope above.
But I am touched to always know,
That where ever you go,
You'll have this.

For a moment we went astray,
Cold and scared.
But I owe my love,and yours,
To that delay. We're repaired.
As time passes I can't help but fall
In love with you.
If you need someone to talk to don't think twice
Just call.
I'll hear it through, I'll hear it through.

'Cause I die when you're not there,
When we have no time to spare.
And the words I want to say,
Go nothing like this anyway.
'Cause I'm living without love,
Without words, no hope above.
But I am touched to always know,
That where ever you go,
You'll have this.
Repeat

Discography

Paul has three albums to date, "Piece the Picture" released in 2007 and "When Beauty Has Passed" with a 2009 release and a self-titled release "Paul Cresey" 2011.

Set List

His set list varies depending on the length of the performance and the audience demographic. Paul has written close to 130 songs to date so he can do a long original set. The only time he does covers is when performing at coffee shops (close to forty gigs thus far). He doesn't consider himself a juke box by any stretch of the imagination, but he will do Nirvana, Bruce Cockburn, Leonard Cohen etc. when he's wired on all that free coffee he has at these engagements.