Such descriptions are ironically appropriate since the artist was born with essentially half a functioning heart. That life-threatening congenital defect as well as a series of difficult surgeries and heart-related illnesses have shaped Cardall’s musical style and inspired his dozens of popular melodic compositions and arrangements.
Notably, his thirteenth studio album titled New Life debuted as the number one Billboard New Age album in February, 2011 and held a position in the top five for more than 30 weeks. Radio stations reporting to Reviews New Age recognized New Life as the best album of 2011. Music critic Michael Debbage wrote, “There is no filler on this brilliant album that has even surpassed Yanni and Enya on the Billboard New Age Chart, hitting No. 1 without any major label support or media attention - Amazing!”
The aptly named album was Cardall’s first recording after undergoing a life-saving heart transplant in September 2009. It was during the 385 days of waiting on the organ donation list that a hospitalized Cardall turned to blogging as a means of maintaining perspective while facing death and sharing his experience with family and friends. Over a million people followed the blog and own one of his albums.
Cardall believes his music “has the power to heal and inspire others.” Indeed, audiences who attend a Paul Cardall concert or speech typically come away feeling more alive and grateful for all that is good in this beautiful, yet often chaotic world. One well-known fan, Fox News Anchor Bret Baeir, who has a son with a similar congenital heart defect, has said, “Paul inspires me and my family. He exudes optimism.”
Steinway & Sons Artist Manager Jenn Gordan said, "Cardall's commitment to excellence in his artistic and professional achievements make it most appropriate that he is included on the Steinway Artist Roster, a list of the most accomplished and discriminating artists in the world."
In addition to his recording career, Cardall founded his own record Stone Angel Music in 1999. He launched cellist Steven Sharp Nelson's (The Piano Guys) recording career with the popular "Sacred Cello Series" that debuted on the Billboard Classical Charts. Cardall also helped establish acoustic guitar virtuoso Ryan Tilby with a solo career. As part of his Stone Angel Music venture, Cardall owns a prestigious recording studio in the heart of Salt Lake City featuring a large orchestral live room, piano room, drum room, iso-booth, and two mix rooms; including offices for the record label.
In addition to his music, Cardall actively promotes various causes involving congenital heart disease and speaking out about what has been described as the nation’s number one birth defect. He created an endowment at Salt Lake Community College that funds scholarships for students born with congenital disease. His long-list of awards and recognitions includes an Honorary Doctor of Humane Letters degree from the Utah State Board of Regents.
Discography & Awards
2011 New Life #1 Billboard New Age Album / #3 Top Heatseekers / #28 Independent
2009 Sacred Piano #5 Billboard New Age Album
2008 Hymns Collection #4 Billboard New Age Album
2008 Living for Eden
2007 Songs of Praise
2005 Primary Worship #12 Billboard New Age Album
2004 Christmas Hymns Vol. 1
2003 Live
2003 Faithful
2002 Daily Devotions
2001 Miracles: A Journey of Hope & Healing
2000 Hymns II: Piano Solos
1999 Looking Glass
1999 The Christmas Box #23 Billboard New Age Album
1997 Hymns: Piano Solos
1996: Sign of Affection
Official Website:
www.paulcardall.com
(2) Contemporary jazz pianist Paul Cardall was born April 24, 1973; suffering from a congenital heart defect, he was given only days to live but defied medical expectations, enduring a series of surgeries and illnesses throughout his childhood. Finding comfort in music, Cardall began piano lessons at age eight but quit six months later, not playing again for a decade. While in high school, however, tragedy struck when one of his best friends was killed in a car accident; a grieving Cardall spontaneously composed a musical tribute, going on to write a dozen more songs and in 1995, privately pressing an album. Around that same time he took a job playing piano at a local department store during the holiday season, and selling his record to customers; one copy of the disc made its way to author Richard Paul Evans, the writer of the best-seller The Christmas Box, who invited Cardall to write and record a musical adaptation of the book. The resulting album, also titled The Christmas Box, was released in 1997; upon signing to the Narada label, Cardall reissued the album two years later in conjunction with a new effort, The Looking Glass, which, like its predecessor, drew inspiration from Evans' novels. Cardall issued two albums in 2002, Daily Devotions and Miracles: A Journey of Hope and Healing. Stone Angel has distributed many of his releases, including 2004's Christmas Hymns, Vol. 1 and 2007's Songs of Praise. His 2009 effort Sacred Piano began his relationship with Shadow Mountain Records, the label that released his 2011 effort New Life, which debuted at number one on the Billboard New Age Charts. In 2013 he composed the music for the LDS feature film Ephraim's Rescue. ~ Jason Ankeny, Rovi
Breathe
Paul Cardall Lyrics
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WOO!
WOO!
BREATHE!
[Bridge]
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Then you gotta BREATHE
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta BREATHE
Then you gotta (gasp)
Then you gotta (gasp)
[Hook I]
Yo these niggaz can't breathe when I come through, hum too
Some shoes, gotta be 20 man
It's not even funny they can't BREATHE
The choke holds too tight
The left looks too right
You know what? You right
These bitches can't BREATHE
(Hook II)
Look look, they hearts racin'
They start chasin'
But I'm so fast when I blow past
That they can't BREATHE
In the presence of the man
Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man
You betta BREATHE
You niggaz can't share my air
Or walk a mile in the pair I wear
And I'm gettin better year by year
Like they say Juan do
Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through
And I pace myself
I know these money hungry bitches want to taste my wealth
But I keep em' on a diet
Embrace they health
Or either keep em' on a quiet
And space myself
And just take a deep breath
I got em' grabbin' they chest
'cause it's hurtin' em' to see Fab in his best
And they in they worst
They rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the back
And I ain't just layin a verse
I'm sayin the facts
I came back with some sicka stones
That got these broke niggaz lookin at me like they chokin' on a chicken bone
Every chick I bone
Can't leave the dick alone
So I know
It's one of them everytime I flip my phone
[BRIDGE]
[HOOK I]
[HOOK II]
I see em on the block when I passes
Lookin like they need oxygen mask-es
I make it hard to BREATHE
But I keep the glocks in the stashes
'cause the cops want to lock and harass us
And make it hard to BREATHE
They has to react
Like havin' a asthma attack
When they see the plasma in back
You dudes are wheezin' behind me
My flow is like a coupe, breezin at 90
That's the reason they signed me
It's quick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts
Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gut
How I address the haters and under estimaters
And ride up on them like they escalators
They shook up and hooked up to respirators
On they last breath talking to investigators
I'm a breath of fresh air
And a fresh pair
Face it boo and do it till your face get blue
And then BREATHE
[BRIDGE]
[HOOK I]
[HOOK II]
When the crew walk in it
Pop a few corks in it
As quick as a tick in a New York minute
Catch a breath, fore you catch a left
Even worse, catch a Tef
Only way you catch a F
To the A-be , its in the maybe
Rollin with my baby
Grippin on a toy that you won't find in +KayBee+
I rhyme slick on ya
I'm a have to put the Heimlich on ya
What you know bout lettin' dimes lick on ya?
While you inhale the weed
And it won't stop till they inhale ya seed
And it don't stop I tell em' to breathe
Like a doctor with a stethoscope
I don't see no fuckin hope
Unless these motherfuckers BREATHE
Yeah, Brooklyn gotta
Uptown gotta
the Bronx gotta
Queens gotta
Staten Isle gotta
You niggas gotta
You bitches gotta
Everybody BREATHE
One and then the two
Two and then the three
Three and then the four
Then you gotta.. BREATHE
Then you gotta..
Then you gotta..
BREATHE
Oh* BREATHE
BREATHE
Oh* BREATHE
BREATHE
BREATHE
Oh* BREATHE
BREATHE
The song "Breathe" by Fabolous is classified as a hip-hop track with heavy sampling of the chorus from Blu Cantrell's song "Breathe". The song message seemed to be centered on reminding people to live in the moment and take a deep breath whenever possible. The intro starts with a loud "WOO" and "BREATHE!", making listeners get drawn into it while the bridge gives a counting sequence of four and instructs listeners to breathe, emphasizing the word as the title of the song. The hook begins with a slight taunt to the haters, letting them know that they can't handle him, and his presence makes it hard to breathe. In contrast, the second verse directly tells the audience to breathe, no matter what happens when they're around him. The song ends with a group "Breathe," continuing to emphasize the message and remind listeners that the song's central theme is the most important thing.
Line by Line Meaning
One and then the two
Start counting and get ready
Two and then the three
Keep counting
Three and then the four
Almost there
Then you gotta BREATHE
Take a deep breath and relax
One and then the two
Count again
Two and then the three
Keep counting
Three and then the four
Almost there
Then you gotta BREATHE
Take another deep breath and relax
Then you gotta (gasp)
Exhale and inhale once more
Then you gotta (gasp)
Take one last inhale
Yo these niggaz can't breathe when I come through, hum too
I'm too good for them
Some shoes, gotta be 20 man
My shoes are too expensive for them
It's not even funny they can't BREATHE
They're struggling to keep up
The choke holds too tight
They can't handle the pressure
The left looks too right
They're making the wrong choices
You know what? You right
I agree with you
These bitches can't BREATHE
Even women can't handle my style
Look look, they hearts racin'
They're nervous around me
They start chasin'
They want to be like me
But I'm so fast when I blow past
I'm always ahead of them
That they can't BREATHE
They're struggling to keep up
In the presence of the man
I'm a powerful figure
Your future looks better than ya past if you present with the man
Being around me will improve your life
You betta BREATHE
Calm down and relax
You niggaz can't share my air
I'm at a higher level than them
Or walk a mile in the pair I wear
My shoes are too expensive for them
And I'm gettin better year by year
I'm always improving
Like they say Juan do
I'm doing great
Cops couldn't smell me if you brought the canines through
I'm outsmarting the law
And I pace myself
I take my time
I know these money hungry bitches want to taste my wealth
Women are attracted to me because of my success
But I keep em' on a diet
I'm careful about who I associate with
Embrace they health
Take care of themselves
Or either keep em' on a quiet
Don't engage with negative people
And space myself
Keep my distance
And just take a deep breath
Relax and don't stress out
'cause it's hurtin' em' to see Fab in his best
My success bothers them
And they in they worst
They're at their lowest point
They rather see me lay in the hearse than lay in the back
They don't want to see me succeed
And I ain't just layin a verse
I'm speaking the truth
I'm sayin the facts
These are the real issues
I came back with some sicka stones
I'm even better than before
That got these broke niggaz lookin at me like they chokin' on a chicken bone
Their jealousy is choking them
Every chick I bone
Women are attracted to me
Can't leave the dick alone
They're addicted to me
So I know
I'm aware of their behavior
It's one of them everytime I flip my phone
I get lots of attention from women
I see em on the block when I passes
I see people on the street
Lookin like they need oxygen mask-es
They're struggling to keep up
I make it hard to BREATHE
I'm too good for them
But I keep the glocks in the stashes
I'm always prepared
'cause the cops want to lock and harass us
I'm being targeted by the police
And make it hard to BREATHE
It's a difficult situation
They has to react
They're forced to respond
Like havin' a asthma attack
It's a stressful situation
When they see the plasma in back
They're intimidated by me
You dudes are wheezin' behind me
They can't keep up
My flow is like a coupe, breezin at 90
I'm moving fast
That's the reason they signed me
I'm a talented artist
It's quick metaphors and hard punches on the cuts
My music is clever and powerful
Feels somethin' like hard punches to the gut
It's intense and emotional
How I address the haters and under estimaters
I deal with negativity
And ride up on them like they escalators
I confront them directly
They shook up and hooked up to respirators
They're intimidated by me
On they last breath talking to investigators
They're in trouble with the authorities
I'm a breath of fresh air
I'm a positive force
And a fresh pair
I'm always improving
Face it boo and do it till your face get blue
Don't give up even when it's tough
And then BREATHE
Take a deep breath and relax
Yeah, Brooklyn gotta
Brooklyn is great
Uptown gotta
I represent uptown
the Bronx gotta
The Bronx is important
Queens gotta
Queens is a great place
Staten Isle gotta
Staten Island is part of my city
You niggas gotta
Other people need to keep up
You bitches gotta
Even women need to keep up
Everybody BREATHE
Relax and take it easy
Oh* BREATHE
It's important to relax
BREATHE
Take a deep breath
Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC
Written by: Philip Somerville Williams, Aaron William Smith, James Sefchek, Nicholas Zack Newby, Jonathon Christoper Newby, Eric Christopher Johnson
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