| Players & Lyrics
The main band on this album:
Selina - guitars, vocals, wine glasses, musical saw, claves, hand claps, whistling Annelise Noronha - guitars, accordion, vocals, glockenspiel, Hammond B3 Rob Carson - guitars, glockenspiel, Cat synthesizer, trombone, tuba, banjo Leonardo Valvassori - bass, cello, vocals Dave Clark - drums. Percussion.
More about the band
And then also:
Martin Tielli - slide guitar
Michael Phillip Wojewoda - tambourine, symbol, drums
Greg Smith - bass
Julia Hambleton - clarinet
Sarah McElcheran - trumpet
Stephen Donald - trombone
St. Dirt Elementary School - the whole band ...lap steel, upright bass, sax, another sax, clarinet, synthesizer, thumb reeds, drums...
Also the Men's Choir of Roncesvalles - Martin Tielli, Yawd Sylvester, Aaron MacPherson, Michael Phillip Wojewoda, Rob Carson, Neville Quinlan, John Dinsmore, Matt James - vocals.
Ordinary Love
Selina Martin – guitar, Leslie guitar, vocals
Rob Carson – guitar, trombone
Dave Clark – drums
Annelise Noronha – guitar, accordion
Leonardo Valvassori – bass
Martin Tielli – slide guitar
Ordinary love is not for me. I’ve been there before it’s not for me.
With your self-aggrandising stance and politics from in your pants
no ordinary love is not for me.
I want to be where my feet touch the ground
and I fly with the touch and I’m high with the sound of our love.
Track me down and call me up and force a tear and try to make up
check me out and size me up make sure I measure up.
At my door without a key your knocking’s futile can’t you see
this ordinary life is not for me.
I want to be where my feet touch the ground
and I fly with the touch and I’m high with the sound
and I see by your wound it’s just pride you confuse with our love.
And I don’t want to hear ‘bout your rugged good looks or your success in business or the babes that you’ve fucked and this fairytale life you envision for us is just another plate in your brand-name armour.
Take it from me while I take it from you it’s a caslte of sand and the wind blows right through took your extra-quick instant reminder to see that your happy life sentence is a prison for me
All over now, it’s all over now.
Fold your picture up and leave it on the ground for the next who passes by.
I want to be where my feet touch the ground
and I fly with the touch and I’m high with the sound
and I see by your wound it’s just pride you confuse with our love.
Grab some paper find a pen or write it on the back of your hand
make sure you remember if we ever meet again.....
Don't Bring Me Down
Selina Martin – guitar, vocals
Annelise Noronha – accordion, vocals
Leonardo Valvassori – bass, solo cello
Dave Clark - drums
Kathleen Kajioka – viola
Kevin Fox – cello
Nancy Kershaw – violin
Bethany Bergman – violin
String arrangement by Selina Martin & Annelise Noronha
How high would you climb for me?
Would you pick cherries from a tree, if I asked you to?
When our skiff has reached the shore
will you be hanging 'round my door, though it's closed to you?
And everybody knows that's the way it goes.
Feel it in your bones it's just gravity
but it won't touch me.
Don't bring me down, don't tie me down.
Don't tie me down, don't bring me down.
What shape have you made your love?
This time I'll say that I give up. Will you show it please?
Why do I destroy the things,
different sized packages with strings, you keep sending me?
And everybody knows that's the way it goes.
You're still in the pose that I drew before.
What did you do that for?
Don't bring me down, don't tie me down.
Don't tie me down, don't bring me down.
Stay with me, we'll sneak across the border. Leave the rules back here.
Build a house with only wind and water. Watch it disappear.
And everybody knows that's the way it goes.
It feels like movement, though we haven't gone that far in this little war.
Don't bring me down, don't tie me down.
Don't tie me down, don't bring me down.
Where we're at is where we'll be.
We have been placed unevenly. Is there any use?
Who taught you to aim a gun?
Here there is room for only one, and I'm bulletproof.
And everybody knows that's the way it goes.
It's not fair, I suppose, but I still recall how far I fall.
Don't bring me down, don't tie me down.
Don't tie me down, don't bring me down. On your way down.
Edward Can’t Win
Selina Martin – guitar, vocals, claves
Annelise Noronha – guitar, vocals
Rob Carson – guitar
Leonardo Valvassori – cello
Dave Clark - drums
Greg Smith - bass
Jon Pilatzke – violin
My name is Edward. I’ve got a secret.
But it hurts so bad that I don’t want to keep it.
I was a big man. Now I’m a small man.
These are danger days these are trouble times and I can’t get enough of anything in life.
My name is Edward. I am a go-getter. You know it clears my mind and it makes me feel better.
I am a kind man. I’m still a kind man.
But it’s different now since she broke my heart I’m not looking back I gotta be smart.
A strange little change is what followed.
I closed my eyes and swallowed.
I go so low trying to please.
Don’t know how long I’ve been on my knees.
But what’s a guy to do?
They make it hard on you.
It’s a low low part of the ocean and everybody’s there. (Where?)
Screaming out the same slogan they picked up in the air. (There?)
Just small little boats in a puddle.
With no control of the rudder.
I go so low I’ve modified my needs.
I know my goal doesn’t justify the means.
But what’s a guy to do?
She broke my heart in two.
And I’m still working hard.
Expecting my reward
Well, nobody said you’d like it.
I know it now. I’ve fallen down. Well look around, everyone’s done it.
I’m selling cheese (look at me, ma, selling cheese) on the T.V. (I got white teeth for T.V.)
that noone needs just to make money. (‘cause I need more money).
Noone but you knows the secret of living you’ve got it now. (hide it away)
You’ve bought it now. (there’s fools all around you)
You’ve got it now (lock it up safe and throw away the key).
Got it now ( hide it away). You’ve bought it now ( you’re still a kind man)
You’ve got it now (found a new way to be).
You’ve got it now (hide it away)You’ve bought it now (nothing astounds you)
You’ve got it now (it’s all been the same for years and years and years and years and years).
For Love
Selina Martin – guitar, vocals
Leonardo Valvassori – bass
Dave Clark – drums
Rob Carson – tuba
Julia Hambleton – solo clarinet
St. Dirt Elementary School – same as “11 Ways…” except Mike Overton isn’t playing on this tune and Ryan Driver is playing the thumb reed instead of the synth.
What a person has done, she'll do again.
Over over and then once more, once more.
Take a look and the past repeats especially in love, in love.
Here I am outside your door.
In the shoes I wore before.
Can't you see how long I've waited for love, for love.
And I will stand tomorrow where I stand today.
Say words that stop my heart.
Dance my feet 'till I end this march.
Take my hand and stay the certain with love, with love.
Oh, to see from where others are standing.
Oh, to live at the top of a mountain.
We're blind and blindness is all that's holding my hand as I fall.
Though the theatre's large this role is small.
Merely a silhouette beside the wings.
I have only one line, I'll say it nightly for love, for love.
I have only one line, I'll sing it nightly for love, for love.
11 Ways to Get Into the House
Performed by St. Dirt Elementary School:
Myk Freedman – lap steel
Julia Hambleton – clarinet
Tania Gill – piano
Kai Koschmider – alto sax
Rob Mosher – tenor sax
Ryan Driver – analog synth
Mike Overton – bass
Jake Oelrichs – drums/percussion
Guest appearance by Rob Carson – banjo
Written by Selina Martin
Arranged by Myk Freedman & Julia Hambleton
Voice Rob Piltch
There is a man over there, do you see?
No, it’s a woman, under that tree.
She’s gazing out to a lake like a sea
and blown by a wind that’s older than me.
Holding a leaf in her wrinkled right hand
(was stopped by her hair as it fell to the sand),
she watches it crumble as time lays it’s plan
resolving it back into land.
And look, as she fixes us here with her eyes,
now opens her singular mouth to the skies,
“There’s no such thing as nothing”, she cries,
“And zero was never a size”.
Now the waves have grown large as if called to the shore
to illustrate what she had said just before,
and something they certainly are, that’s for sure,
though they roll in without saying more.
Her brow is a furrow, yet seeds are stillborn.
Her brain is an ocean, boiled up in a storm.
But the stars still appear every night as if born
and their light is the oldest thing known.
If I had a membrane immersed in my pen
I could draw in the veins of a leaf to the end
of eleven dimensions in string form, but then,
she could only find ten.
Saskatchewan
Selina Martin – guitar, vocals, wine glasses
Annelise Noronha – accordion, vocals, glockenspiel
Rob Carson – glockenspiel, Cat synthesizer
Leonardo Valvassori – bass, cello
Dave Clark – drums
Michael Phillip Wojewoda – symbol swell
You're as big as Saskatchewan sky, the size of too much waiting.
I can see that the sun's in your eyes and I see the horizon's raining.
Don't you remember this old game?
This is the sweetest time you think you've ever tasted
so high you can't stop singing.
Free as the wind and you're not even wasted and finally there's room to start breathing.
But you'll always go back to the fall.
Always go back to the fall.
Always fall back to the opposite of where you are.
What is this now? Who is it that chops away at your gains.
And while I'm here, who also is it that insists on laying blame.
I can see self-imposed exile's just the way of your not dealing.
And I know how ugly it gets when you tell people what you're feeling.
CHORUS
If it weren't for the long climb up there'd be no slide to take you down.
As long as you hold real tight to your little car you'll keep going 'round and 'round and 'round.
You're as big as Saskatchewan sky the size of too much waiting.
You can see the whole world with your eyes but your own small fate keeps escaping.
CHORUS
Talk To Me
Selina Martin – dobro, vocals, whistle
Annelise Noronha – ebo & acoustic guitars, vocals, Hammond B3
Rob Carson – guitar
Dave Clark – drums
Leonardo Valvassori – bass
Julia Hambleton – clarinet
The Men’s Choir of Roncesvalles: Matt James, Yawd Sylvester, Aaron MacPherson, John Dinsmore, Neville Quinlan, Martin Tielli, Michael Phillip Wojewoda, Rob Carson – vocals
Talk to me. Talk to me.
Tell me all your plans.
I will listen to your stories about other lands,
about other lands.
Take me there. Take me there.
We'll be pioneers
in a place where none have wandered even if we're here,
even if we're here.
Stay with me. Stay with me.
Be my magic mirror.
Show me what I'm like beside you and reflect my fears,
and reflect my fears.
All I want is all your love.
Can you give it or can you just...
Sing to me. Sing to me.
Still me with your poem.
Help me write a love song so I'm with you where you're going,
with you where you're going.
Talk to me. Talk to me.
Whisper in my ear.
I could listen to your talking for a hundred years,
for a hundred years.
Next Big Thing
Selina Martin – guitar, vocals
Annelise Noronha – guitar, vocals
Rob Carson – guitar
Leonardo Valvassori – bass, vocals
Michael Phillip Wojewoda – drums
Sarah McElcheran – trumpet
Stephen Donald – trombone
Horn arrangements by Selina Martin & Sarah McElcheran
Trace a line around my edges with your softest pencil.
Redefine what's in the middle with a well used stencil.
Paint the canvas red. Say it's the blood of what's unsaid.
Do you believe you can get it all in?
And it all came back, what you said, about the knives by your bed,
and how easy it is, this life,
You say, ” money's all that matters. No, it's not my fault. I just grab the ball”.
And you feel you don't know why but somehow someone's fooled you.
On the scene in corporate T-shirt spouting this week's guru.
Eyes and nose and chin, you've just drawn stick people again.
Don't you get it? Can't you take it all in.
Sit in your chair trying to grow hair.
Nobody cares except your own mother.
Still in yesterday's clothes. Talk about what you don't know.
Stepping on toes you've already walked on.
Same song again. It's only 3:10.
Wish you had a hand in that one.
Shallow water creature, I don't want to meet you
Easy to see scratching on the bottom.
Your mouth really tries. You've got bones on the outside.
Doesn't hide you haven't done nothing.
It all came back, what you said about the guns at your head
and how easy it is, my life.
It's still a bit unclear what I heard, secret meanings in your words
in your below the surface world.
And my mind still functions fine even with all these chemicals.
You design if it's embarrassing or it's acceptable.
Happy once again, brand new affliction in your hands
It's the next big thing, and it's going to be in.
The Train Ride
Selina Martin – guitars, vocals, wine glasses, musical saw, hand claps
Leonardo Valvassori – bass
Michael Phillip Wojewoda – drum skin
She put her boots on then went to the washroom, and in the sideways sun decided to go. Went to the station. It's not far with boots on. Should have brought warm mittens, with sister in tow.
Oh morning comes early even in February.
It's easy to climb on. The train won't be stopped long. There's flatbeds to lie on, she knows.
Then the big sky starts moving and here's where the time goes so slow.
On our way. Past Batchawana Bay.
Impossible cargo on the Canadian National Railway.
What do you know? The world is small as you and it's all wide open
and there's nothing to do.
This is just a hand. Holds another little hand.
And a small guilty conscience, too.
La la la la la.
It's the windiest ride on a train that's a mile long all the way to Armstrong, they go.
She said "I want to see the boy that's supposed to be this half-brother/other half of me."
On their way. Past Batchawana Bay.
Impossible cargo on the Canadian National Railway.
La la la la la.
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