As the river finds a different way You remember what you could have said Haven't you heard, through the wind, of the word That it was I, the lonely sparrow? As the river finds a different way You remember what you could have said Haven't you seen, through splattered aubergine, A poor old mutt bathing in your finest wine?
Lady in yellow, why so blue? Have you no honey, or no roof? Lady so quiet, can't you speak? Have you a string tied tight 'round your beak? It's not like you to speak of fire Although, at times, I do admire
Baby, lately I have grown Far out of any shoes I once owned Maybe someday I will find, on your dime, A piece of my mind Upon hearing tales of the ocean I sought to lose what's mine For I once sailed it in my head Long ago...
Said I was born on a rainy day Said I was torn from my roots and my spring Said I felt green when the sky stayed grey But that don't mean that I can't blow those blues away Up through the Peaks, 'round my knees, you will plead softly To stay here As I comply, dawn arrives and we sigh deeply No more fear Said I once saw my mind sit still Froze in awe, then lightning paced up and Down the hill Said I was high as the soil beneath Sealed away from scorn and my own disbelief Up through the Peaks, 'round my knees, you will plead softly To stay here As I comply, dawn arrives and we sigh deeply No more fear
Winter breeze in Waterloo Through with ease, in spite of you Can't you see my part in this? Watch the soil drip from my wrist Through the long winter, as you watch your hair grow long You recall the summer and the tinkling of the throng Where I lay, beside the Bay Sun-drenched, quiet, and yours to take Will you see our part in this? Shale stays cold, cold as your fist Through the long winter, as you watch your hair grow long You recall the summer and the tinkling of the throng
"There must be something in the sun," Said the sparrow to the dove "I've got a plan for you and I (I've got a story filled with lies) Please take this water, share my style, As I might stay here for a while" "Then while you wait here for the sun, Expect your lover to come undone"
Who we are in our shrouds, in our dust Who we are without sounds on the bus How do I not walk far through this land? How do I dig so deep in the sand? I know where I belong Somewhere not far from this tree Who we are among crowds, among signs Who we are because both dictate lines How do I not walk far through this land? How do I dig so deep in the sand? I know where I belong Somewhere not far from this tree How will I ever hold this again? How will I tie these clouds and pretend? Calm is the snow this evening cold Take as I am, as you know
Wild thing, do you need A pair of wings among the rest of my things? Wild thing, do you own? Like a roof, a car, some gold, or a stone? Wild thing, do you breathe? Or are you found with rum and blood on your teeth? Wild thing, feel you greed? Or to hunt in hope of dodging the need?
Jeff McClellan: vocals, guitars, piano, celesta
Shane Davis: vocals
James Beaver: bass
Ian Morris: cajón, tambourine, shaker
Patrick Arteaga: guitars
Zachary Peterson: violin
Robin Howe: violoncello
Jim Toner: taiko drum, bass drum, congas
Tony De Luca: clarinet
Mark Edwards: xylophone
Tiia Kihlanki: vocals
Chasen Simmons: alto saxophone
Sarah Robertson: baritone saxophone
Heather, Gord, & Andrew McClellan, the rest of
the McClellan family, Tiia Kihlanki, Chuck Blazevic,
Patrick Arteaga, Jenny, Phillip Victor Bova, Alex Sheriff,
Mirja Kihlanki, the Goodman family, the Cooper family,
Michael Lynch, Kevin Sato, Brett Simpson, the Farm, the Don
Wright Faculty of Music, & to all the talented musicians that
played on this record.
Music, lyrics, & arrangements by Jeff McClellan
Produced by Jeff McClellan
Recorded & Mixed by Chuck Blazevic
Mastered by Phillip Victor Bova at Bova Sound in Ottawa, Canada
Cover photography by Heather Cooper McClellan
© Jeff McClellan 2017 (SOCAN)
Made in Canada.