From the recording Sparrows

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Story: Once again, I took prose and set it to music, so that this "song" is really not based on a lyric with any kind of predictable rhyme. I use subtle rhyme within the phrases so that the listener doesn't really notice the absence of rhyme. It's a game I like to play and it's also the way we speak when we talk to one another and I thought that given the topic of loss and grief, I didn't want to rhyme anyway. There are two references to Montreal in this song. Berri Street winds its way from Le Plateau through downtown and is a part of every socioeconomic demographic along its way. Some parts of it are paved and others are made of cobblestone. It's raunchy, urban, old, romantic and most beautiful on a rainy summer evening. Joyce Park is a small park in the neighborhood of Outremont. I used to hang out there with high school friends, and we'd eat our lunches, gossip and watch people who were probably watching us.

Lyrics

Why Hasn't The World Fallen Apart?
(c) 2003, Serina Jung
 
the crickets don't seem to mind
the night doesn't seem to care
that you're not around to notice them
morning is guaranteed
day will dawn like it always does
whether or not you're here
 
and if it happens to be a good day
I still head out to Joyce Park
to hear the church bells ring on Sundays
people still laugh and smile
they just go on with living
how I envy them
 
nothing's really changed
still, nothing feels the same
I miss you, I miss you
why hasn't the world fallen apart?
why hasn't the world fallen apart?
 
the ice still melts in spring
flowers insist on blooming
the wind still dances in the trees
I listen from our bed
as the branches tap the roof again
of this lonely house on Berri Street
 
nothing's really changed
still, nothing feels the same
I miss you, I miss you
why hasn't the world fallen apart?
why hasn't the world fallen apart?