BIO
Paul is an American novelist, songwriter and poet. A devoted Christian, he melds his faith into his work and takes great liberty in "painting beyond the edges" with words that illuminate his beliefs. His common sense purview of the world along with his every man approach, lends credence to his desire to break down barriers and embrace the diversity of others.
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Paul grew up down the the Jersey Shore, where he continues to reside with his wife and three daughters.
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Music
Lyrics
God, Have You Laid Eyes on Me Today?
I was alone
In a crowded room
All fixed up with silver
These golden shoes
Can’t lead me home
Anymore
I was the one
Who let you down
More than the sun rises
Like flowers thrown
Against the wind
In a storm
Out here in the fields
The concrete jungles
Where words get lost
Praying hands, they fumble
This stiff upper lip, quivers a bit
When I say…
“God have you laid eyes on me today?”
Are you here by my side?
Or a million miles away?
“God have you laid eyes on me today?”
I was alone
With thoughts of my youth
The stain glass it shatters
As I search for truth
Behind the crimson doors
Like a child I awoke
To a choir song
A brilliant revival
Freedom bells are ringing
Is that you Lord?
Out here in the fields
The concrete jungles
Where words get lost
Praying hands, they fumble
This stiff upper lip, quivers a bit
When I say…
“God have you laid eyes on me today?”
Are you here by my side?
Or a million miles away?
“God have you laid eyes on me today?”
Grace, she smiles
In a humble room
Where two or more have gathered in His name
When faith appears again
I am born
“God have you laid eyes on me today?”
Are you here by my side?
Or a million miles away?
“God have you laid eyes on me today?”
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King Street
Well, these street life companions
They dizzy my head out on King Street
Desperations on the corner
And my brother’s asking
“Where do we go now?”
I’m standing in a doorway
Wide-eyed but never innocent
Out on King Street
With looking glass eyes,
I’m searching for salvation
In your sanctuary smile
Landing punches burning bridges
Turning pages, no forgiveness
A liar’s tongue that will keep you in line
With one hand tied behind my back
Nine-inch nails in a paper sack
Somebody better turn this water into wine
The shepherd and the sheep
They don’t miss a beat out on King Street
Slam Poets like to criticize
They hypnotize with their rhymes
The deaf lead the blind
I’m running for my life with your voice ringing in my ear
Out on King Street
The weight of the world is sitting on my shoulders
But I’m still focused on The Dream
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Landing punches burning bridges
Turning pages, no forgiveness
A liar’s tongue that will keep you in line
With one hand tied behind my back
Nine-inch nails in a paper sack
Somebody better turn this water into wine
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(Spoken word)
There’s a Cardinal in a burning bush
As I’m falling through the sky
A fatal kiss of indifference
Holy hands kept at my side
This Promised Land
This Jungle Land
This Wasteland of ours
Devours from the inside out
And leaves these permanent scars
Temptation is a mighty sword
But I’m not looking for a fight
I’m just searching for some shelter
With the ghosts that haunt the night
Out here on King Street
Out here on King Street