Songs by another project "little big bird"

2023/06/25

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Continuing to allow people to disappoint you is not a reflection of how big ur heart is, it's a reflection of how weak your boundaries are, gotta step back and stop letting people play with your trust. Listen to that little voice inside & stop allowing the wrong people in your life. Don’t worry about snakes 🐍 in the garden🪴🪴🪴when there’s spiders in your bed 🕷️🛌 🕷️I trust me.🪬⚔️🧿


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I TRUST ME (ft. Stina Crow)

I weep at the tiny table
I wipe my crying eyes
He called a specific shade of saddest blue
A sort of grey-toned sapphire 
in the Maryland moonlight
There’s a despondent nature to their hue

I said, “They’ve seen some things…”
Wandered wonders,
Blundered blunders…
Now, I sit in my clutter
Prepare the painful process
to get my life on track
But everything I paint
is a picture of no progress
I toss another failure in my stack

Depictions of daisies
Drowned in navy 
So they appear black 
Piled to the ceiling
Visually unappealing
Acrylic cracks

I sometimes wish I could save them
or somehow recreate them
but the pigment bled and 
there’s nothing I can do
with palettes of sorrow
from Picasso I borrowed
that only have versions of blue 

Baby he’d call me in bed
Aqua wave on the beach where we met
Sky came falling down on my head 
Slate like metal on the jet when he left
Navy man succumbed to his fear
Royal pain in the morning mirror
Midnight snacks help me persevere
Denim don’t zip but it did last year

Sky I screamed to it and cursed his name
Baby I was one people were ashamed
Turquoise tears pouring down like rain
Cobalt heart and ice in my veins
Navy sailor left me MIA
Royal order couldn’t make him stay
Denim scarred with holes and stains
Opal ring flushed down the drain

He says I’m overdramatic
I can’t see it’s over, traumatic 
I’m symptomatic 
Breathing asthmatic
Speaking emphatic
Scene cinematic 
My tricks acrobatic
When he calls them my tactics
I get so erratic 
It’s not democratic
Cause if I got to vote
It’d be automatic

He’d be
In full color next to me

Baby blue sunsets mixed with orange and pink
Aqua waves would float our frozen drinks 
Sky he’d lift me to it and our legs would link
Ice cold water but we’d never sink 
Navy ocean, we’d swim all night 
Royal order don’t sleep till daylight
Denim shorts, swept away, that’s alright
Opal ring, one knee, love for life 

It’d be overly saturated
He’d be over-infatuated
With me
But those are long lost dreams
No vibrance, so static
It’s monochromatic 

There’s no you
There’s only blue

blue

I know this track is far from perfect but I have to publish this just so can I move on....  

I gave up with the vocals on this track, I could not make my mind up where to go with this.  The lyrics were about A Mural and how such beauty can cover up something ugly and defaced. I've left the title in as it felt fitting for this track.

Apologies for my hissy guitar tracks lol

Written and produced by Sarah Paradise-Brown

The Mural (Instrumental) DEMO

Summer Breeze

No signs no way out
Scream it loud but hear no shout
Lost in the maze shadows play
Running circles night and day

The maze runner .mp3

This song is a message of support and encouragement emphasising the importance of hope, healing, and seeing the good that can come in life knowing that things can get better.

Lyrics:

What can you see
Everything’s right in front of me
You’ll see better in the morning

I’ll be there for you
I know that you’ll understand me too
I just wanted to tell you the right thing

I want your hopes to be high
Is there any way I can help 
Do you want to be somewhere else

When there’s lows or there’s highs 
I just want to be there to help
I wouldn’t want to be somewhere else

What can we do
Build up your hope to help you too
Its time to get on with the healing

I’ll do it for you 
Help you see what’s right in front of you
And you’ll feel better in the morning 

I want your hope to be high
Is there any way I can help 
Do you want to be somewhere else

When there’s lows or there’s highs 
I just want to be there to help
I wouldn’t want to be somewhere else

Hope to Help

Moves

Sometimes the strongest people are the quietest.
This song is a voice for the ones you don’t always see, the survivors behind the smile, the ones still standing after everything tried to break them.
It’s not just a song... it’s a reminder to look closer, care deeper, and never underestimate quiet strength. 💔🫶🌙
If you know someone like this, let them know.
They're still here. And that means everything. 💜

****Lyrics****

I’ve met them.
I’m one of them.
The quiet survivors.
The ones who walk through life like nothing’s wrong,
but they’re holding themselves together with threads.
This song is for them.
And for you, so you don’t miss what they carry.

They hide the worst of it behind a tired smile
Say, “It’s nothing,” when it’s everything, but that’s their style
They walk through fires no one sees, and still they care
They’re breaking in a room full of people unaware

And you don’t know
The weight they carry as they go
But I’ve seen the nights
They lose the fight
And still, they breathe

Their scars tell a story
They’re the pages that pain couldn’t burn
Every line a war they survived
Every mark a truth they earned
You might think they’re shattered
But there’s strength in every piece
They’re not weak, they’re not broken
They’re just, healing, underneath

They whisper cries so no one else will hear
Hold the world together, even drowning in their fear
They give their love, even when none comes back their way
And still they show up, still they hope, every day

And you don’t see
How hard it is just to be
But I’ve watched them stand
With shaking hands
And still, they give

Their scars tell a story
They’re the pages that pain couldn’t burn
Every line a war they survived
Every mark a truth they earned
You might think they’re shattered
But there’s strength in every piece
They’re not weak, they’re not broken
They’re just, healing, underneath

You don’t see the nights they cry into their sleeve
Or how brave it is to simply, still believe
You pass them in the street, at work, at home, each day
Smiling, helping, laughing, while their heart slips away

You might think you’d recognize someone who’s barely hanging on
But survivors don’t always look broken
They look like parents, friends, coworkers, kids
They look like people you love

So pay attention
Ask gently
Listen longer

Because some people are fighting for their lives
Behind quiet eyes and steady hands

And if you see someone like that, really see them,
Remind them,
They are a survivor
And that, is something to be proud of

Behind Quiet Eyes

The mist rolls in it cloaks the land
A sword lies still in a warrior’s hand
The echoes rise they pierce the air
The shadows call but no one's there

Call of the shadows cries in the night
Whispers of battles lost to the fight
Spirits in the sky they wander on
Singing the song of the lives now gone

Call of the Shadows .mp3

dear diary…
xoxo, Brooke 🤍💋

Brooke Justus is a lyricist who burst onto the music scene in June 2024. Since then, she has crafted more than 50 original songs that explore the highs and lows of life with raw honesty, poetic depth, and a touch of whimsy. From the playful romance of Dear Diary to the gut-wrenching vulnerability of Even If It’s In A Dream, her music is as diverse as the emotions that fuel it.

Each song is more than just a melody—it’s an experience, meant to be read as you listen. Hidden within the lyrics are subtle clues, layered meanings, and echoes of other songs, weaving a tapestry of stories that unfold over time. Together, they tell one larger narrative: her unfiltered emotional spectrum, captured in real time. Brooke’s lyrics aren’t just heard—they’re felt and seen, inviting listeners on a journey through love, loss, ambition, and everything in between.

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