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***Still Water
Sad eyes, sad eyes
Where're you going with that confidence?
Sad eyes, sad eyes
Where're you going with that confidence?
I'm going to where the boats go by
Caledonia river flow so wide
I'm going to where the boats go by
Caledonia river flow so wide
Still water - Laying over
Still water - Laying over
Still water - Laying over
Caledonia river oh, so wide
Wild eyes in the wilderness
Where're you going with the devil in hand?
Wild eyes in the wilderness
Where're you going with the devil in hand?
I'm going to build the bridges high
for working money, for working money
I'm going to climb the bridges high
Caledonia brother far away
Still water - I'm laying over
Still water - Lay my body down over
Still water - Laying over
Caledonia river far away...
Sad eyes in the weary night
Have you seen your brother,
have you seen your brother?
Waiting by the river Grand
Caledonia river oh, so wide
Going to where the rain falls
Look for my brother,
look for my brother
Going to where the rain falls
Caledonia river far away
Still water - Laying over
Still water - Lay my body down
Still water - Laying over
Caledonia river far away...
***The Maker
Oh, oh deep water, black and cold like the night
I stand with arms wide open,
I've run a twisted line
I'm a stranger in the eyes of the Maker
I could not see for the fog in my eyes
I could not feel for the fear in my life
And from across the great divide, In the distance I saw a light
Jean Baptiste's walking to me with the Maker
My body is bent and broken by long and dangerous sleep
I can't work the fields of Abraham and turn my head away
I'm not a stranger in the hands of the Maker
Brother John, have you seen the homeless daughters
Standing there with broken wings
I have seen the flaming swords
there over east of eden
Burning in the eyes of the Maker
Burning in the eyes of the Maker
Burning in the eyes of the Maker...
Oh, river rise from your sleep...
***O Marie
Y a quelqu'un qui appelle mon nom,
y a quelqu'un qui appelle mon nom
On travail aujourd'hui, on travail sous la pluie
On travaille au tabac, hostie!
Mes mains sont noires a cochon,
mes mains sont noires a cochon
trente jours, et trente nuits
On travail au tabac, hostie!
Oui ma blonde elle attend apres mois,
oui ma blonde elle attend apres mois
Je vais retourner avec beaucoup d'argent
On travail au tabac, hostie!
Oh driver donne moi une chance,
oh driver donne moi une chance
Avez-vous du feu pour ma cigarette?
On travail au tabac, hostie!
Ce soir, on va au village,
oui ce soir, on va au village
Chanter le chanson, boire la boisson
On travail au tabac, hostie!
O Marie, j'ai mal a la tete,
O Marie, j'ai mal a la tete
Donnez nous l'esprit, l'esprit du corps
On travail au tabac, Marie
Le bleu du ciel a change,
le bleu du ciel a change
Apres quarante jours et quarante nuits
On ne peut pas travailler au tabac
Y a quelqu'un qui appelle mon nom,
y a quelqu'un qui appelle mon nom
On travail aujourd'hui, on travail sous la pluie
On travail au tabac.
***English Translation
[I left the word 'hostie' as it was - didn't want to make any
waves
as we discussed earlier, and after hearing some people's
description
of the word thought it would be best this way as it doesn't
really have
a comparable English word...? What do you think?]
There's someone calling my name,
there's someone calling my name,
We're working today, we work in the rain
We're picking tobacco, hostie!
My hands are black as a dirty pig,
my hands are black as a dirty pig
thirty days and thirty nights
We're picking tobacco, hostie!
Yes, my girlfriend is waiting for me,
yes, my girlfriend is waiting for me
I'm going to return with lots of money
We're picking tobacco, hostie!
Oh driver give me a chance,
oh driver give me a chance
Do you have a light for my cigarette?
We're picking tobacco, hostie!
Tonight, we're going to town,
yes, tonight, we're going to town
to sing songs, to drink booze
We're picking tobacco, hostie!
O Marie, I've got a headache,
O Marie, I've got a headache
Give us the spirit, the spirit of the body
We're picking tobacco, Marie!
The blue of the sky changed,
the blue of the sky changed
After forty days and forty nights
We can't pick tobacco
There's someone calling my name,
there's someone calling my name
We're working today, we work in the rain
We're picking tobacco
***Jolie Louise
Ma jolie, how do you do?
Mon nom est Jean-Guy Thibault-Leroux
I come from east of Gatineau
My name is Jean-Guy, ma jolie
J'ai une maison a Lafontaine
where we can live, if you marry me
Une belle maison a Lafontaine
where we will live, you and me
Oh Louise, ma jolie Louise
Tous les matins au soleil
I will work 'til work is done
Tous les matins au soleil
I did work 'til work was done
And one day, the foreman said
"Jean-Guy, we must let you go"
Et pis mon nom, y est pas bon
at the mill anymore...
Oh Louise, I'm losing my head,
I'm losing my head
My kids are small, 4 and 3
et la bouteille, she's mon ami
I drink the rum 'tilI I can't see
It hides the shame Louise does not see
Carousel turns in my head,
and I can't hide, oh no, no, no, no
And the rage turned in my head
and Louise, I struck her down,
down on the ground
I'm losing my mind, I'm losing my mind
En Septembre '63
kids are gone, and so is Louise.
Ontario, they did go
near la ville de Toronto
Now my tears, they roll down,
tous les jours
And I remember the days,
and the promises that we made
Oh Louise, ma jolie Louise, ma jolie Louise.
***English Translation
Gorgeous, how do you do?
My name is Jean-Guy Thibault-Leroux
I come from east of Gatineau
My name is Jean-Guy, my beautiful
I've got a house in Lafontaine
where we can live, if you marry me
A beatiful house in Lafontaine
where we will live, you and me
Oh Louise, my beautiful Louise
Every sunny morning
I will work 'til work is done
Every sunny morning
I did work 'til work was done
And one day, the foreman said
"Jean-Guy, we must let you go"
And then my name, it's not good there
at the mill anymore...
Oh Louise, I'm losing my head,
I'm losing my head
My kids are small, 4 and 3
and the bottle is my friend
I drink the rum 'til I can't see
It hides the shame Louise does not see
Carousel turns in my head,
and I can't hide, oh no, no, no, no
And the rage turned in my head
and Louise, I struck her down,
down on the ground
I'm losing my mind I'm losing my mind
In September '63
kids are gone, and so is Louise.
Ontario, they did go
near the city of Toronto
Now my tears, they roll down,
every day
And I remember the days,
and the promises that we made
Oh Louise, my beautiful Louise, my beautiful Louise.
***Fisherman's Daughter
[Spoken Poem]
I laid awake a whole night long,
waiting for the sun to beat down on my head
in this broken bed
I laid awake and dreamt of ships
passing through night,
searching for shelter,
stopping at no harbor
I heard the screaming waters
call sixty sailors' names
Raging words, pounding on the sail
like an angry whale
I felt the iron rudder skip
the smell of seeping oil,
the heat of slipping rope.
Failing hands, failing hope
Every sailor asks...
asks the question about the cargo
he is carrying
God's anger broke through the clouds
and He spilt the cargo for all to see -
The fault of the sailor,
the fault of he who asks no questions
about the cargo he is carrying
Fishes and tales and a fisherman's daughter
walks in the rain, she walks to the water
to the sea...
***White Mustang II
Date: Mon, 22 Jul 1996 23:32:00 -0400
From: "Wm. R. Burke II" <73513.3043@compuserve.com>
Subject: White Mustang II transcription
The following is an interpretive transcription of White Mustang
II from
Acadie. It doesnt really have a steady meter and Daniel isn't
always
playing the bass note on the beat although he does start out that
way. This
is not a complete transcription but it does complete one verse.
The
strangest thing about this song is the tuning, DADAEG, low to
high. I'm
not sure how he would have arrived at this tuning other than by
accident. I
would not recommend this tuning on a guitar with really old
strings because
the tension on the first and second strings is so much greater
than usual.
I decoded this tuning by picking out the sound of the open
strings and by
harmonics he plays throughout the song. If anyone has questions
feel free
to ask. I encourage experimenting with this tuning and using
chord shapes
from standard tuning as some work out nicely.
Billy
G---------------0-----------0-------------------------------------
E------------0-----------0-----1--------1--------1-----1p0--------
A---------0-----------0--------------0--------0-----------------0-
D-----------------------------------------------------------------
A-----------------------------------------------------------------
D---12/0-----------0--------------0--------0--------0-------0-----
G------0--------7-----5--0--------------------0-------------------
E---0--------------7--------0--------1-----------1--------0-----0-
A------------------------------0--------0-----------0--------0----
D-----------------------------------------------------------------
A-----------------------------------------------------------------
D---------------------------------0--------0-----------0--------0-
G---------------------7-----5--0--------------------------0-------
E---------1--------8-----7--------0--------1-----------1----------
A---0--------0-----------------------0--------0-----0-------------
D---------------------------------------------------------------0-
A-------------------------------------------------------------1---
D------0--------0-----------------------0--------0----------------
G---------0-------------------------0----------------0-----------0
E------0-----0-------------------0-----0----------------0-----------0---
A---1-----------1-------------3-----------3----------------0----------0-
D------------------0-------2-----------------2--------------------
A---------------------1/3-----------------------(5)---------------
D-------------------------------------------------------------0---
G---------------0--------------------------0------------------
E-0----------0--------------------------0---------------------
A---0-----1-------------1-p(0)------0-------------------------
D------0-------------------------2----------------------------
A----1----------------1-----0---------------------------------
D----------------------------------------------0--------------
***Under the Stormy Sky
He Bebette, danse avec moi
ce soir on fais dodo
danse avec moi, Bebette, oui
under the stormy sky
Papa, y a vendu la terre,
la terre et la vache
danse avec moi, Bebette, oui
under the stormy sky
Jean-Paul, il joue le violon
la belle l'accordeon
danse avec moi, Bebette
on this stormy night
I hear the whipporwill cry
I see the blue heron fly over
Sugar Hill, snowy white
big blue siren in the night
Come with me Bebette, we go
under a stormy sky
I hear the T.H.& B.
the diesel turning,
calling you and me
to the city of steel,
smokestack - spinning wheel
come with me Bebette, oui
under the stormy sky
My heart is sad
to leave Sugar town,
goodbye Sugar Hill
on this stormy night
He Bebette, danse avec moi
ce soir on fais dodo
danse avec moi, Bebette, oui
under the stormy sky
under the stormy sky
under the stormy sky
***English Translation
Hay Bebette, dance with me
You can rest later tonight
dance with me, Bebette, yes
under the stormy sky
Papa, he's sold the land,
the land and the cow
dance with me, Bebette, yes
under the stormy sky
Jean-Paul, he plays the fiddle
The beautiful plays the accordion
dance with me, Bebette
on this stormy night
I hear the whipporwill cry
I see the blue heron fly over
Sugar Hill, snowy white
big blue siren in the night
Come with me Bebette, we go
under a stormy sky
I hear the T.H.& B.
the diesel turning,
calling you and me
to the city of steel,
smokestack - spinning wheel
come with me Bebette, oui
under the stormy sky
My heart is sad
to leave Sugar town,
goodbye Sugar Hill
on this stormy night
Hay Bebette, dance with me
You can rest later tonight
dance with me, Bebette, yes
under the stormy sky
under the stormy sky
under the stormy sky
***Where The Hawkwind Kills
The suburb walls are closing in
I've looked at you and I've seen you
through your curtain
With a naked eye from not far,
I've shed a tear for you,
a flowing fountain
Flaming trees,
I'm lost in fields of your hair
From where the hawkwinds kill
and the blood runs thin
I'll go now, fly I will
From inside the gates of the stripping yard
I can't touch you, I can't feel for this thunder town
I want you now while my body is young,
my mind is strong away from thunder town
From where the hawkwind kills
and the dam runs deep
In this land of heaven, not so sweet
I turn my back to a godless night
I hear the mighty stranger over thunder hill
From where the hawkwinds kill
and the blood runs thin
I'll go now, fly I will...
Over the mountain I must go
To see the valley below
Thunder town...
***Silium's Hill
Shoe Shine Mamma
Spits for her money
Wants to make a living
Try to make her own
All she ever wanted was to
make her own money and
settle down on Silium's Hill
She prayed by the water on Manitou Bay
Sipping ambrosia on a holy night
Counting the lovers that had passed her way
They could not see her on Silium's Hill
On a frozen lamp pole I scratch her name -
With my rusty old penknife
on a empty heart
Standing by the window, is that you out there
at the Southern Cross over Silium's Hill
Oh, baby will you ride with me
Through the wheat towns to Medicine Hat
When the cold winds blow I'll be there
I'll hang on tight, baby sure go for that
Now the old man knocks at my front door,
Shoe Shine Mamma isn't here anymore
There's a stranger in my place
looking out over Silium's Way...
Listen to the humming of the railway cars
My hands frozen on the wheel
600 miles away from home
running on the shadow of Silium's Hill
Somewhere back on Church Street
Shoe Shine Mamma spits for her money
Trying to make a living, wanna make her own
Down at the bottom of Silium's Hill
Mamma wanna build her own
down at the bottom of Silium's Hill
***Ice
Yes it's cold by the river where you lay
In this godless place I kneel down and I pray
God help us through the night
God help us through the night
Your voice would fill the night
I think of yesterday
I wanna hold you
Your worn out hands don't touch me now
Here where it's stormy but nothing
God help us through the night
God help us through the night
This foolish night in your
golden arms I wanna cry...
I want you to hold me
(It'll come - <-I _know_ this part still isn't right...
Slips through the cold night?)
Cause it's cold by the river where you lay
God help us through the night
God help us through the night
Through this foolish night in your
golden arms I wanna cry
Yes it's cold by the river where you lay
***St. Ann's Gold
With feet so cold
I feel no pain
And the Western Cross
on snow white plain
Look over yonder
the pines are down
they've laid them well
On sequoia ground
I hear the howling timber wolf
I hear the howling timber wolf
Sleepy eyes
fading light
snow white Suzy
you're my desire
You carry me back home
You carry me back home
***Amazing Grace [traditional]
Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now I'm found
said I was blind, but now I see
Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come
twas grace that brought me safe this far
and grace shall lead me home
I once was lost, but now I'm found
said I was blind, but now,
now I see the light
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