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ANGELS Sandy – vocals • Doug Schmidt – accordion • Dan Smith and Robbie Steininger – guitars • Rob Becker – bass • Chris Nordquist – drums • Sue Leonard and Linda Kidder – Bg vocals
DIRTY RIVER Sandy – vocals, guitar • Stephen Nikleva – guitar • Peter Mitchell – dobro • Hugh MacMillan – bass • Andy Graffiti – drums
SYLVIA Sandy – vocals • Doug Schmidt – accordion • Dan Smith and Don Pennington – guitars • Rob Becker – bass • Chris Nordquist – drums • Sal Ferreras – tambourine • Sue Leonard and Linda
Kidder – Bg vocals
SWEET TALK Sandy – vocals • Doug Schmidt – accordion • Brent Gubbles – bass • Sal Ferreras – percussion
LIL’ WAT MAN Sandy – vocals • Dan Smith – guitars • David Horell – harmonica • Rob Becker – bass • Chris Nordquist – drums • John Quewezance and Anthony McNab Favel – traditional drums and Cree Song • Sue Leonard and Linda Kidder – Bg vocals
KAHNESTAKE Sandy – vocals, guitar • Doug Schmidt – accordion • Blaine Dunaway – violin • Robbie Steininger – guitar • Rob Becker – bass • Andy Graffiti – drums • Sue Leonard and Linda Kidder – Bg vocals
GERONIMO Sandy – vocals, guitar • Doug Schmidt – accordion • Blaine Dunaway – violin • Dan Smith – guitar • Stu MacDonald – bass • Andy Graffiti – drums • Sal Ferreras – tambourine • Jenny Allen and Colleen Eccleston – Bg vocals
FOOL’S GOLD Sandy – vocals, guitar • Doug Schmidt – accordion • Larry Davids – violin, guitar • Dan Smith – guitar • Stu MacDonald – bass • Lisa Lambert – drums • Jenny Allen and Colleen Eccleston – Bg vocals
BIG HOUSE Sandy – vocals, guitar • Doug Schmidt – accordion • Blaine Dunaway – violin • Robbie Steininger – guitar • Stu MacDonald – bass • Andy Graffiti – drums • John Quewezance and Anthony McNab Favel – traditional drumming and Cree song • Reg McDonald, Dave Schraeder, Doreen Allen, Eric Pyle, Ani Kyd, Robin McDonald and Cai Koat – Bg vocals
COME THE SPRING Sandy – vocals • Doug Schmidt – concertina, pennywhistle • Dan Smith – guitar • John Reischman – mandolin • Brent Gubbles – bass • Sue Leonard and Linda Kidder – Bg vocals
All songs written by Sandy Scofield
Tracks 1, 3, 4, 5 & 10 produced by Don Pennington, engineered by Richard Champagne at Turtle Studios, Vancouver
Track 8 produced by Don Pennington, engineered by Richard Champagne at Studio 2, CBC Vancouver
Tracks 6, 7 & 9 produced by Doug Schmidt and Sandy Scofield, engineered by Alec Watson at Profile Studios, Vancouver
Track 2 produced by Peter Mitchell, engineered by Craig Brunt at Fluid Studio, Vancouver
All songs mixed by Don Pennington, Richard Champagne and Sandy Scofield at Turtle
Mastered at Trax Audio by Hari Singh Khalsa
Cover photograph by Avaleigh Neill
Cover artwork and additional artwork and photography by Ken Jeannotte
Layout by Stu MacDonald
Graphics by Susan Swanson at Trax Audio
Half tone inset photo is of Earl Scofield and Clara Chartrand.
Thank you to: Paul Beatty, Ellie O’Day, CBC Radio, FACTOR, Peter Thompson, Brent Kane, Wayne Chase, Paul Norton, Kelly O’Hagan, Sheri DeKoven, Allison Neill, Monica Gruger, Norman Smith, Dianne MacLean, Marc Tidswell, David and Nancy Johnson, the Kyds, Richard, Gary and the McDonald family, the Reely unique people, and everyone who contributed to this project. A large and special thank you to Don (Mr P) Pennington, Richard (Dick Bubbles) Champagne and especially Doug Schmidt.
This collection of songs is dedicated to my family.
ANGELS
If I had the wings of an angel I could pass-through this unharmed above the rage assault of the senses I could rise above the swarm If I had the wings of an angel what do you think I would do I’d fly I had the wings of an angel you’d hold me down I wouldn’t drown in the flood of years of tears holding me down If I had the wings of an angel you’d hold me I would rise a voice ascends I speak words I can’t hear what angels see angels hear and then I am Angels all I hear I’m an Angel the mist lifts off around me weight lifted I could fly up from the flames above the burning I could fly up from the flames above the burning ash If I had the wings of an angel what do you think I would do I was an angel but I got cast out I got cast down from the angelic host I am an Angel cast down call me them call me angels all around me and there’s a storm But I don’t have the wings of an angel I don’t think there exist Angels look but angels don’t fear what angels see angels hear and I am an Angels call I hear them call me angels all around me hear me
DIRTY RIVER
I used to go down to the east part of town where the dirty river flowed from dirty water to dirty sky as far as the eye could go Oh it was something that compelled daddy and mother keeping their dirty city to see that river on cloudy days, but the skies see Daddy he went on cloudy days into blue skies Mama she liked it best at night liked them at their dirtiest when she saw the shape and the shadow and debris about her and waded into that river and saw the debris left on a cold floor mama knew better Mama fisted hands to a cold floor mama knew better Mama fisted hands to a cold floor mama knew better Oh Dirty river dirty dirty sky dirty water in my eyes Oh Dirty river dirty sky as far as the eye could see mama met resistance to the slap of compromise He got a-fishin’ in the muddy pool she fisted in the sewer of compromise in the slap of compromise she fisted in the muddy pool he met resistance to the slap of compromise Oh he got a-fishin’ in the muddy pool she fisted in the sewer of compromise in the muddy pool she fisted to the slap of compromise mama met resistance to the muddy pool Oh how could I be born into a trailer by the river from that hand to this always same letters don’t come from the other side I don’t write letters these days nobody sees no one so much of nothin no more these days nobody says nothin’ no more Dirty river dirty sky dirty water in my eye Dirty river dirty sky as far as the eye could go
SYLVIA
How will we know that the time has come How long will we know that time has long since gone Truth Polly we are masters on the road rain on the sidewalk lovers bonded concrete grass in cracks of Sylvia The thunder and the front traffic outside the door clap the floorboards under the bed then when the darkness comes outside a How long in this silence of Sylvia She’s rising she’s rising the storm it rises on a silent sky She’s rising the storm it rises on a silent sky and the history only half known How long before we break silence How long since the time has come How long will we know that time’s done How long will we know that time’s done How long will we know that time’s done How long will we know that time’s done How long will we know that time’s done How long will we know that time’s done How long before we silence Polly crossed the hills outside the window were caves of Sylvia
SWEET TALK
You sweet talk me little me up with lies you talk what I need you as an outlet Night time come crawling I’m down on one knee pleading please please please Night time come crawling I’m down on one knee pleading please please please Talk to me my hand was on the table you took my hand you took it I had no more time for struggle I’m gone how many times you sweet talk me You took my hand I’m lost alone in the night You led me by the hand down a dark dirt side street I know where my sorrow can’t hide You sweet talk me you’re under my skin you’re in the hollowed out stare my I am I sacrificed my baby just to be with you you gave away my money took it all You remember that sweet talk to talk me into you just to hear your sweet talk
LIL’ WAT MAN
Lil’ Wat man tell me wat yu see Has yer brother been drinking again he’s got the wrong enemy You’re putting up barricades It’s time for reconciliation and you can’t see how far we’ve been yer brother he’s like a pigeon’s foot walk through the trees he’s pacing his foot he’s marking time Lil’ Wat man leads some sane and some sad road cheap gas and tobacco But you gotta live completely away and you’re falling between despair and red blackness there’s nothing there Lil’ Wat man I only got my eyes for the sound of my son’s birth cry the elder been sitting on a fence and moving no news Slavery is the price of silence I say my words and good morning keep the barricade burning Yes it’s time for reconciliation where are U Lil’ Wat man no money will see you place this fire at the beginning don’t pass the wrong enemy you’re putting up barricades this fire me for the winds of change a Lil’ Wat man gonna walk for the children gonna heal for the children Lil’ Wat man
KAHNESTAKE
Look over there people there’s another stand When the old ones line smoke blind side Piloted high at Kahnestake How could the town wanna take away their pride so some fat white man can get away this time at Kahnestake a The medicine plants still grow strong that cure the sick both old and young We’ll play lacrosse when it’s safe Kahnestake How could they remove and control it’s still their own in plain view the white man can not own ours It’s the call of Kahnestake a We must stand together or we will be suffocated I know it in my eyes when I went that long low fence for the sacred to separate this is the issue it’s Kahnestake a We’re tired of yours a Who gave you the right to partition a You think you’re the landlord but we were here long before at Kahnestake
GERONIMO
Was it the weather or did I just wear the wrong signal I never meant to stay here no I never meant to have the courage to just walk away I’m the sunset I’ll go Geronimo I wanna leave I wanna leave I wanna leave I need no god and no devotion But I’m sick of the screaming I’m sick of the grief Soon as I find my keys I’ll go Geronimo I wish I had the courage just to walk away into the sunset I’ll go Geronimo
FOOL’S GOLD
Whoa mama hangin’ over Monday mama hangin’ out the laundry on a rainy day Whoa mama fretful of nothing how could your daddy leave not thinking bout fools gold mama your luck is you have no money Vultures circle the kill eat carrion not thinking bout fools gold and you know I love you Fools gold mama you know that I love you a Vultures circle the kill eat carrion not thinking bout fools gold Damn the hand that takes no gold I need it in fools gold mama your luck is you have no money Vultures circle the kill eat carrion* not thinking bout fools gold mama you know I love you Fools gold mama you know that I love you a Vultures circle the kill eat carrion not thinking bout fools gold you know that I love you Vultures circle the kill eat carrion nothing but fools gold mama you know that I love you mama your luck is you have no money Fools gold ain’t nothing but fools gold boys been waiting for some of the fools gold ain’t nothing but fools gold mama your luck is you have no money ain’t nothing but fools gold
BIG HOUSE
Clear as this try the screen door see the Sasketchewan sun under the porch every tale this place remembers the times I saw you chasing down that double white line on the kitchen window when I hide the state even a Clear as this try the window He says it comes onto the stove mama’s gone and so is the children girl he couldn’t reach on time mama’s gone and so is the children girl he couldn’t reach on time Oh how could they take her baby down this double white line Big House I ran for the times I saw her chasing down that double white line Big House she lost her baby down the double white line trying to hide she rides Big House she rides Big House every tale this place remembers the times I saw her chasing down the double white line Big House every tale this place remembers the times I saw her chasing down the double white line
COME THE SPRING
Some are staying a I dig a deep hole and fall into the winter shelter some in that winter darkness they remain Some are staying I dig a deep hole and fall into the winter shelter some in that winter darkness they remain a And now I am called a And I heard the voice of death as I walked Now I am called and I heard the voice of death as I walked and I saw that death had the face of a man Oh now I am called and I heard the voice of death as I walked and I saw that death had the face of a man I saw the man he smiled he was looking out from the mountain he was looking out from the sea and he called my name I saw the man he smiled he was looking out from the mountain he was looking out from the sea and he called my name He looked out from the mountain from the sea Now I’m never gonna leave you again I stood on the other side of the window I stood on the other side of the window and I’m gonna see you again Now I stood on the other side of the window and I’m gonna see you again Now I stood on the other side of the window and I’m gonna see you again He smiled and looked out from the mountain and from the sea Now I’ll never marry as long as he calls to death I’m to wait for a man of the sea a Now I’ll never marry as long as he calls to death I’m to wait for a man of the sea a Now I’ll never marry as long as he calls to death I’m to wait for a man of the sea a Now I’ll never marry as long as he calls to death I’m to wait for a man of the sea a Now I’ll never marry as long as he calls to death I’m to wait for a man of the sea a Now I’ll never marry as long as he calls to death I’m to wait for a man of the sea Now I’ll never marry as long as he calls to death I’m to wait for a man of the sea a Now I’ll never marry as long as he calls to death I’m to wait for a man of the sea a Now I’ll never marry as long as he calls to death I’m to wait for a man of the sea a Now I’ll never marry as long as he calls to death I’m to wait for a man of the sea a Now I’ll never marry as long as he calls to death I’m to wait for a man of the sea a Now I’ll never marry as long as he calls to death I’m to wait for a man of the sea a Now I’ll never marry as long as he calls to death I’m to wait for a man of the sea Now I’ll never marry as long as he calls to death I’m to wait for a man of the sea a Now I’ll never marry as long as he calls to death I’m to wait for a man of the sea a Now I’ll never marry as long as he calls to death I’m to wait for a man of the sea a Now I’ll never marry as long as he calls to death I’m to wait for a man of the sea a Now I’ll never marry as long as he calls to death I’m to wait for a man of the sea a Now I’ll never marry as long as he calls to death I’m to wait for a man of the sea a Now I’ll never marry as long as he calls to death I’m to wait for a man of the sea and here I have been since the first land since the first woman since the first language since the first breath on the western coast of Canada
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