BULLETS
People are bluffing about their means.
Just to defend themselves from sins.
People go nuts, people have doubts.
They need protection. They get gunned down.
Bullets, where do they belong?
Is this a Third World War?
Life, death. Is there a choice?
Never mind. Who needs their voice?

Chorus:
Bullets, bullets, bullets flying, bullets.
Bullets, bullets, bullets whistling, bullets.
Bullets, bullets, bullets f.u., bullets.
You can’t kill mind, can you, bullets?

Verse 2
People go crazy, people go mad.
They like to keep guns in their hands.
People go nuts, people have doubts.
They need protection. They get gunned down.
Bullets threaten to the mass.
They will cap your freaking ass.
No surprise that bullets kill.
Do you want to be carried by 6?

Chorus:
Bullets, bullets, bullets flying, bullets.
Bullets, bullets, bullets whistling, bullets.
Bullets, bullets, bullets f.u., bullets.
You can’t kill mind, can you, bullets?

Verse 3
Too many lies, too many deaths,
Too many bloody accidents.
Too many crimes, too many fears.
Too many losses of our dears.
Bullets, where do they belong?
What has gone so wrong?
Life, death. Is there a choice?
Never mind. Who needs their voice?

Chorus:

Copyright © Tatiana McCollum, 2013

no lyrics

MY DARLING (inspired by Michael Buble’s life story)

I was just a guy, busy with my life.
Working a lot, having fun sometimes.
Yes, I had a dream, a dream from age of five
As you know, dreams come true sometimes.
I have flown a lot in country and abroad,
Meeting lots of people, making fans and friends.
It was my simple life, my faith and my path.
A life-time passion for singing songs.

Chorus:

Oh, my Darling, if you love me, say it, say “I DO”.
I am ready to do anything for you.
Being close, holding each other hands.
Oh, my memory is flying to the sensitive lands
You have got my heart, my soul, and my mind, all my life.
You have got my heart, my soul, and my mind, all my life.


Then I have met you, and right away I knew.
That I wouldn’t forget and I’d see you again.
In less than month I came and saw your smile again.
You are the only true love in my life, you!
Don’t you be afraid to come along with me.
We will like a birds fly in sky free-e-e.
Throw away your fears, come to live here.
I just want to comfort you, my dear.

Chorus:

Copyright © Tanya McCollum, 2013

Our Toronto


Red maple leaves are flying around,
In the golden light of the streets.
The Northern sun lights up the CN-tower,
In a wintry snowy blitz.

Mega-city Toronto has a web of subways,
And its air has a tang of a love.
We live here, we're happy,and we wowed, Hey-Hey!
Olive stem carried by a flying Dove.

Refrain:

You belong to a glorious country,
Extended from shore to shore.
The Queen-city sends cheers and welcoming greetings,
All over the beautiful world.

Every season as a lady you change your dress,
No doubt your future is bright.
You accomplish your own success,-
and God Bless,
Your spirit and welcoming heart.

Refrain:


Copyright © Tanya McCollum, 2013

STREET MAN
Verse 1
No sins and no worries, nothing left behind.
Life itself is a destroyer. What is on your mind?
No wishes or expectations. I am just being myself.
That’s my choice, that’s my freedom. That’s what I deserve.

Chorus
Street man, street man, free man
You don’t see me but I am here.
Street man, street man, free man.
You don’t want me but I am here.
I am street man, street man, street man.
I am free man.
I am street man, street man, o-o-o-o-o
I am free man.

Verse 2
I have nothing but my soul, I don’t count time.
I have no place to go, and don’t give a damn.
There is something in your eyes. Are they hiding lies?
Whom to ask? Whom to blame? Where to send enquiries?

Chorus:
Verse 3
My friends are rain and snow. I just live alone.
Hate the sin, love the sinner. That’s from human’s show.
People come and people go. Things turning around.
I’ll go with the flow; that’s the best I’ve found.

Chorus:
Verse 4
Looks like sad and a simple truth that part of us is youth.
Curling up in cardboard boxes and getting real loose.
Become trapped in endless cycle they cannot escape.
That’s their choice, their freedom. Is that what they deserve?

Copyright © Tatiana McCollum, 2013