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released April 6, 2019

Taylor Lang: words, music, guitar, vocals
Rob Loree: bass
Aiden Dunne: drums, add'l percussion
Christina Lackowicz: add'l vocals
Carolyn Kopp: piano (tracks 1 & 4)
Sarah Gavigan: artwork, add'l vocals
Casey Lewis: recording (except track 4), mixing, mastering, add'l percussion & vocals, organ (track 1)
Steve Dierkens: recording (track 4)

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Track Name: Grave in the Grass
In the grass of a ghost town’s small cemetery
Out on the vast Saskatchewan prairie
I passed the old headstone where my grandfather’s buried
And we sat beneath the summer sky

I said Tony, now look at the things that were done
By the man here before you, the son of your son
I don’t want to lose the place I am from
It gets further with every year that goes by
The wind brought to me his reply

I’m a man of the land, I’ve got soil in my veins
I never retreated, I never complained
I cherished the sun and each drop of rain
And I'm here every time that you play

Though my own hands are not weathered and scored
I break them in making a working man’s chords
And sharing the wisdom his farm life affords
Six strings and scribbled lines

There’s stories still stored in his beat up guitar
They flow from the wood and out under the stars
Across old dusty roads with no passing cars
They’ll be told again a thousand times
Like when I sat there at his side
Track Name: Atlas Of the Plains
Two stood guard, just beyond the schoolyard
Dark silhouettes on an endless horizon line
And it’s hard to give due process
When the wreckage is considered progress
In the constant march of time

Then one remained, an Atlas of the plains
Full of founder’s strength, to stay and break the tide
Until the day of mistaken smoke and flame above
And all her friends came to say goodbye

For miles around it’s all they talked about
A tiny prairie town, and its tower falling down
And years from now, they will all remember how
The Atlas of the Plains stood proud

So as you near this place that’s hardly here
The barley fields take the tears from old and iron eyes
It’s a pile of ash, it’s a place you pass
On your way to elsewhere on the map
No giant’s shadow, great and dignified
No titans here survived

For miles around it’s all they talked about
A tiny prairie town, and its agrarian crowd
And years from now, they will all remember how
The Atlas of the Plains stood tall and proud

You can see these adoring eulogies
For scattered seeds, from travelers with distant tendencies
For a sight we called our own, for a light we followed home
To our Atlas of the Plains, alone
Track Name: Sorry, Josie
I’m sorry, Josie, I’d love to meet but it’s getting close
Please don’t ask me how I feel it coming, I just know
I loved and I was loved so much more than most
So Josie don’t be too sad to see me go

I’ve got my silver pants pressed
And I’m dressed up for the show
Four best friends and all my fans in tow
Yes, I still love to dance and I always have
No curse of cancer changes that, oh no, it don’t
So Josie, don’t be too sad to let me go

Just help me get all of these unheard stories told
Tell this country that it’s still got its soul
Cause Josie, I’m only a man, and not all men grow old

I’m so sorry, my sweet Josie
I just can’t bear to travel on alone
When the only place that’s warm and safe
Is lonely and far from home
But I loved and I was loved so much more than most

So Josie, please don’t be mad when I go
Promise me, Josie, you won’t be so sad when I go
Honestly, Josie, it won’t be so bad when I go
Track Name: The Saint of South Saskatchewan
The saint of south Saskatchewan
Spent 47 years among the mortal men
She faced the hounds of hell and then
Knew that she must bravely face the end
And the honesty astonished me
When she said we don’t expect her home again

The saint of south Saskatchewan
Chased away the monsters as she tucked me in
And held the power of punishment
For five faithful followers and their ken
And honestly I want to see her again

But everything goes, everyone fades
Everything grows old, falls apart, and decays

Often now I search, I seek for another month, another week or
A single day to see her face, some simple stay of mother’s grace
From my basement bedroom, note for note,
She heard the first song I ever wrote
There’s dozens now, she’s proud I hope
If I sing it loud, maybe she’ll know

Though everything goes, everyone fades
Everything grows old, falls apart and decays
Looking back I know that she must have been afraid
But the saint of south Saskatchewan had many other souls to save

Everything goes, everyone fades
Everything grows old, falls apart and decays
She was called back home, she could finally be safe
And the saint of south Saskatchewan made me who I am today
Track Name: You Choose To Love
On 12/27, after an 11-hour ride, a homemade greeting outside
Us meeting under early winter morning skies
I’m sorry that it took so long, 15 years to write you a song
I worried if I hurried that all these words would come out wrong

We were only kids, with no idea of the lives we’d live
From Nordic cliffs, midnight-lit,
to the sun-kissed sand in the south Pacific
And I've seen your strength and determination,
persistent grace and dedication
Infinite patience, implicit greatness, your soft perfume in far-off places

I love your words of encouragement:
you can do this, you have earned it
So wise and yet so innocent:
you can do this, you deserve it

I don’t think I mention often enough
How lucky I am to be the one you choose to love
I don’t think I say it often enough
How lucky I am to be the one you choose to love

Paradise is the drape of your dress on red-brick streets
The pace of your breath as you surrender yourself to sleep
When I break, you stay, you reach for me
The greatest things that I have ever
done are the ones we’ve done together

And I hear your gentle encouragement:
we’ll get through this, you will earn it
Sentimental and elegant:
we’ll get through this, you are worth it

I don’t think I mention often enough
How lucky I am to be the one you choose to love
I don’t think I say it often enough
How lucky I am to be the one you choose to love
Track Name: A Single Ambulance, Heading West on Highway 1
You don’t have to do it, but it’s better if
You choose to view it as opportunity
For you to breathe these deep dark clouds of city ichor
And miss the most important parts
While trapped too close to other cars
A total pro after so much time spent
Watching red and green lights flicker

Days like this are hard to manage
Minimizing the mental damage
That stems from going face to face
With knowing you’re not in your place
And then beyond the window glass
Blinding lights and sirens pass
An emergent sea divides
As an emergency unites

This is where it ends for them, when all is said and done
A dwindling thread, part of a web no longer being spun
We protest their innocence, claim they’re too good or young
To be in a single ambulance heading west on the Highway 1

And we start to panic if there’s a lack of noisy static
It’s tragic to not be constantly distracted
And we gleefully accept the debts
Of golden chains around our necks
Graciously we pay the fee to brag that ours is best

We tell ourselves all sorts of lies, like we still have entire lives
To do the things that we put off
To right the wrongs that we have caused
But even now the sand descends
An hour glass of seconds spent
Counting down to the coming of an ambulance

And this is where it ends for them, when all is said and done
A dwindling thread, part of a web to which we barely clung
We protest their innocence, claim they’re too good or young
To be in a single ambulance heading west on the Highway 1
Track Name: Hindsight
What did your first lover teach you about regret
What necessary lessons did they impress upon you
That you nonetheless want to forget
Their cold hands stole the heart from your chest
Burned it black with their brands from the coals like all the rest
You were young, you could have sworn they’d do their best
You were young, you would have sworn that you were blessed

And my first lover had a talent unlike any other
For turning harmless words into burning, heart-destined knives
Or finding ways to be ever bolder
At sliding blades in between my shoulders
Just deep enough to hurt but carefully keep me alive

But I learned to swim in the seas I cried
I held my breath and waded in til I nearly died

And my first lover became a spy, so far undercover
They claimed they couldn’t tell the truth apart from the lies
So I’d pretend it’s nothing, that we were alright
Even when I’d be suffering alone at night
It’s so damn hard to walk away
With so much damage to your spine

I learned to swim in the seas I cried
I held my breath and waded in til I nearly died
Anchored down by the blades you loved to hide
You sank and drowned in the rising tide

And my first lover taught me how to treat another
A sacrifice so I could hold my head up high
Track Name: It's Chaos; Be Kind
It’s a beautiful Friday, a wonderful spring afternoon
Except for the giant tidal wave that we will be under soon
Come here, please sit beside me
I’m not sure I can tell you the truth
Of course it’s okay to be crying
It’s really all that I can do

I don’t think I can break the news
Or awaken that look in your eyes
Explain that you’ll never see her
That you can’t ever say goodbye
Just realize that she loved you
And I’m here to help you hold on
Although right now I am hollow
On the outside I will be strong

And I know sometimes it’s hard to keep this all in mind
If there’s order in the chaos, then we can’t read the signs
So don’t look for the answers, cause there are none to find
There is only chaos, which means we must be kind

So in the years ahead, please forgive me if I fall behind
If we feel lost and broken, like we don’t have a guide
If we appear unsteady, and start to come apart inside
One day we’ll be ready to go on, one day at a time

And I know it seems so hard to keep this all in mind
If there’s order in the chaos, we are colouring outside the lines
So don’t look for the answers, cause there are none to find
There is only chaos, so please, let’s just be kind

I know it seems so hard when we regret and we rewind
If there’s order in the chaos, it’s an equation that’s undefined
So don’t look for the answers, I’d just like to remind
You that there is only chaos, so be like her, be kind

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