so hauntingly beautiful! Love this piece!

Written for South Street Seaport Museum.

Composed by Hannah Livant
Mandolin and Guitar- Paul Livant

Pier 16

2pac can rap over anything
these are facts

i want you pac

this is an apology letter to my parents for being a shitty teenager. sometimes you gotta own up
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Lyrics
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I'm sorry I got your hopes up
I thought I'd be happy too
But I know we wouldn't be here
If I had listened to you
All those nights you sat by my bedside
And said what a woman should be
Well I'm trying, Mama I'm trying
I hope you're still proud of me
Cause I can hum through my nose, I can touch all of my toes
I got an A on a paper last week
And when I come home, I won't leave you alone
I'll do the dishes for the week
I will sweep all of the bedrooms
I'll make you food and make you smile
You can tell me all your woes while I wash your dirty clothes
If you let me stay a while

I'm sorry I wasn't honest
With myself or mom or you
And I sorry I am distant
When there's nothing I'm working through
All those car rides that we went on
When you shared your heart with me
Well I'm trying, Papa I trying
To hear your sermons earnestly
Cause you were right, you were wise and when I close my tired eyes 
I can see you sitting there
On the porch in the rain, singing all your old refrains
As you braid my summer hair
I will laugh at all your jokes
Make sure you never felt alone
And this will be so easy
When I make my way back home


Open Letter

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at college but i still have some time to make garbage every now and then

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Bells Motherfucker

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Lyrics
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Thought I was overweight
Then I saw I was carrying you
Mom said someday I'd be a goddess
Tried to be Hera
Looked up and realized I was Atlas
You'd run slow with heavy shoulders, too
I am compelled to save
I am compelled to save
Look down
And see
Where you stand
On me
Oh, I am Atlas
But without you
I am mapless
Could have put you down
But I'm a sucker for your eager heart
Dad said in a room full of women
He'd find the neediest one and fall in love
So far I am like him in that regard
I am compelled to save
I am compelled to save
Look down
And see
Where you stand
On me
Oh, I am Atlas
But without you
I am mapless
I'm cursed with the knowledge of the weight of your pain
But you can't be my burden if I'm gonna stay sane
How did you become my world
I am compelled to save
My shoulders were built to hold your weight
I am compelled to save

The Titan

A song I wrote about my favorite childhood picture book, "Market Day." The story follows two Irish kids making their way through the market, buying candy and visiting all the vendors. The book follows Tess and her friend Wee Boy, who's a little person. The song, however, is sung by Wee Boy to Tess.
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LYRICS
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Follow me through laundry lines
The ones we've crossed a thousand times
See the sheep your dad marked blue
Some for me and some for you
Walk across the burning coals
And show us all your blackened soles
Tell the tinkers how you like your pots and pans
Wooden house of brown and red
With the little hens just like you said
Show me how the eggs slide down the plywood walls
There's a penny in your pocket
For the sweeties we will buy
I would thank the lady proper
If I could look her in the eye
Instead we watch the swordsman swallow
silver blades like milk and wine
The monkey flips for coins and tips
We're enraptured every time
It's raining but we're doing fine
Take me to the caravan
Let the gypsy read our hand
Tell me I'll be tall and true
Just like her and just like you
You're the only one who sees me
For the boy I am today
And one day I will buy you sweeties
When it's my turn next market day

Market Day

What a day it's been
Sitting here, getting nothing done
Ten tabs open and I am
sufficiently numb
How my heart bleeds
Take away my vision please 
so I will never have to shed a tear
Shut my eyes real tight
Huddle closer to the wall
I will be alright
If I do nothing at all
Someone hold me
In a dream my friends they told me I would be alright if I just tried
I woke up and cried
and said "Calm down, calm down
calm down, calm down
calm down, calm down
calm down, calm down" 
to me, myself and I
to me, myself and I

calm down [sunday bedroom demo]

Performed live November 22nd, 2016

Hannah Baird, mezzo-soprano
Vitalis Im, tenor
Muir Ingliss, bass-baritone
Labeeby Servatius, violin
Matthea Rile-Schmidt, viola
Andrew Flores, double-bass
Jackson McKinnon, piano

6th movement of "Devotional"

From the Writings of the Bahá'í Faith:
Whatever is done in love is never any trouble, and—there is always time. -‘Abdu’l-Bahá

Is there any Remover of difficulties save God? Say: Praised be God! He is God! All are His servants, and all abide by His bidding! 
-The Báb

Chorus: Whatever is done in love / Is there any Remover of difficulties

I'm a songwriter and composer from Brooklyn.

Pier 16

Hannah Livant

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