Another Belated Alice Day
Jun. 4th, 2011 02:51 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
So I should have put this up last week but I was too busy having fun at MarCon, which was great! And I did this one in my set and was asked later if it would be an Alice Day song and I did promise, so here it is.
Be aware I recorded it in mp3 format by mistake, which means it came out of Audacity kind of noisy--I would have done better to record it in wav but I was so happy with this performance I decided to go with it. It sounds kind of windy to me, but still recognizable.
The Quetico mentioned here, is Quetico Provincial Park in Canada--a veritable canoe paradise where Patience and I spent a week with my family summer before last.
I have several more songs to put up--I would stop writing for a while to let Alice Day catch up except I don't want to do that, so I'm building up a backlog for those times when I'm not feeling creative.
Be aware I recorded it in mp3 format by mistake, which means it came out of Audacity kind of noisy--I would have done better to record it in wav but I was so happy with this performance I decided to go with it. It sounds kind of windy to me, but still recognizable.
The Quetico mentioned here, is Quetico Provincial Park in Canada--a veritable canoe paradise where Patience and I spent a week with my family summer before last.
Quetico mp3 is here lyrics and melody by Catherine Faber 2011 Chiseled out by glaciers in the land of long ago Where the loons slide in to landing, in the sunset's molten glow She has called to me all winter, from beneath the ice and snow Quetico, Quetico You may see the moose and martin as down to drink they steal Or the snapping turtle sulking seven feet beneath your keel And the Stellar's Jays come jostling when the food bag you unstow Quetico, Quetico By the molten gold of sunrise are the western treetops kissed, While the lake is like a mirror in a shawl of shade and mist And my heart fills up with silence in the only prayer I know Quetico-- Quetico Dry and clean and empty, my canoe lies in her den When her hull is kissed by water, she will wake and live again When our exile's term is over, we will grab our gear and go Quetico--- Quetico Quetico--- Quetico
I have several more songs to put up--I would stop writing for a while to let Alice Day catch up except I don't want to do that, so I'm building up a backlog for those times when I'm not feeling creative.