In Technicolor

by Miss Emily Brown

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Alex Marshall
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Alex Marshall In this album, Emily pushes the boundaries of folk music, by weaving in different instruments and synths, to a great result. The highlight of the album is easily the irrevocable masterpiece 'World Traveller' Favorite track: World Traveller.
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Bevan Truthfully told tales......
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1.
Septuagesima 04:26
Septuagesima Septuagesima Seven weeks since I married you Seven weeks ‘til Lent, another letter sent Number thirty-eight, counting to a hundred ‘Til there’s flowers on the wallpaper and sugar in the cupboard Septuagesima Now it’s back to underground Ninety ladies lined up at typewriters Three thousand miniature hammers And now you will report all the long and short All the days events even if it makes no sense Seven weeks ‘til Lent, another letter sent Number thirty-eight, counting to a hundred ‘Til there’s flowers on the wallpaper and sugar in the cupboard I’m the type to sleep with a stack of envelopes tucked underneath my pillow I’m the type to keep a lacy handkerchief tucked inside my shirt-sleeve ‘Til there’s flowers on the wallpaper and sugar in the cupboard
2.
The Diary of Amy Briggs I never swore until this goddamned war Twelve hour shifts and sirens all night long I work a ten to ten alongside Iris She tells me all about her escapades Broad-minded lady, she had twins at twenty She never married, she said two was plenty She diagnosed me sexual starvation Read all about it in mass observation What you need now Is a really good bad habit Ask the war-sister She’s an old hat at it I never smoked until this goddamned war Sit in the torch-light, hear the gun-fire I work a six to six and home to the private He’s got a week long leave, I don’t think I’ll survive it He lights up into everything he sees Me and our daughters sitting one, two, three He burns his dinner and a week long ration And this old waltz is going out of fashion What you need now Is a really good bad habit Ask the war-sister She’s an old hat at it I never drank until this goddamned war A pommia, the strongest drink I know to order On my day off I do the wash and black lead Today I take the girls to see a show instead And in the darkness of the Odeon I let it go I yelled and cried when President Wilson’s wife died I reconcile to do the things I am accused of Stop turning down every man like I am used to What you need now is a really good bad habit Ask the war-sister She’s an old hat at it
3.
Blackout 03:03
Blackout Rope tie a rope from the barn to the farmhouse, follow that rope through the blinding snow. Rope tie a rope leave the bread by the road, or the dark dark stranger will be knocking at the door. Rope tie a rope from the F to the C# D# G# - rope tie a rope. Rope tie a rope from the silent picture to the organ player who is sitting in the dark. Blackout, dust-bowl, miles of nothing, brand new theatre, armoury, parlour. Blackout memory, children swimming, fields are flooding, mother is singing. Rope tie a rope from the youngest sibling to the eldest living in the mother country. Rope tie a rope - they are weeks on a boat, God bless that ship, the Aquatania. Rope tie a rope from the last word written to the first word spoken on his safe return. Rope tie a rope from yourself to your neighbour, streetlight’s gone and the moon is waning. Blackout bicycle, midnight riders, your hands fixing Halifax bombers. Blackout telegram, short-hand lovers, stay indoors and stoke the home fires.
4.
In Technicolor So I slept through the whole hockey game Saturday morning at Purleigh Nothing is doing while Fern is away She gets me out of this blast barricade We saw Mrs. Parkington down at the Dominion and Practically Yours at the Plaza Can’t Help from Singing just takes me to dreaming of making our home in Canada You’re in technicolor, all these shows, it gets me out, I’m glad to go In dreams you are the wizard all in emerald You’re in technicolor, all these dreams, the barracks empty, rifles clean In shows you are the young, distracted general Sidney Simone put on a show Saturday night with Carl Barriteau We wore our gowns down to the floor of Hammersmith Palais I take a turn, always looking for suitors for Fern though it don’t mean a thing to her He was sunny and sweet but he had two left feet It was nothing like dancing with you You’re in technicolor, all these shows, it gets me out, I’m glad to go In dreams you are the wizard all in emerald You’re in technicolor, all these dreams, the barracks empty, rifles clean In shows you are the young, distracted general
5.
To Make Love Stay (free) 04:12
To Make Love Stay _ _--- _ _---   -- _ -- _  _ _ --- ----- Amberfire eyes     sleeping through sunrise and open     each morning  to same surprise We are rooting down     like the lilac tree  She’s pressed on     the window petals to the pane one way one way one way to make love stay one way one way one way to make love stay Swing the axe and wind up the golden key of the honeybee Watering the weeds growing in the scratches  of the record sleeves Cycling in the rain     sweating in the heat and smashing     the concrete  into history, into mystery  one way one way one way to make love stay one way one way one way to make love stay Moths in the candlelight strobe the radio  dialing up the ash of a smoke signal We have seen the wolves We have seen their kill Had our bodies filled up with chemicals Take the axe and wind down the racing heart we breathe en  cyclo pedia  drink the maple tree memorize poetry one way one way one way to make love stay
6.
Ten Years Older Ten years older, ten years faster moving You remember all the short-cuts through the bush Ten years older, ten years warmer Now the geese fly round in circles ‘cross the river Go South, I cry to the big black swarm Go South, I cry to the seasons But they won’t go and they swarm along the banks of the river. Ten years older, same old church is standing between our two houses after all this time Ten years older, same old families preying on the others - all that money sure don’t give you class Go South, I cry to their chemical storm Go South, I cry to their mansions But they won’t go and they swarm along the banks of the river. Ten years older, ten years faster moving No more natives in this valley, no more fishes swimming Ten years older, ten years warmer You remember waters rising, you remember elders crying Go South, they cried to our wagons Go South, they cried to our mothers But we won’t go and we swarm along the banks of the river.
7.
Make & Mend Make me and mend me the letters you send Your words are like sweet pastilles, orange and red You button me in like a good MacIntosh No failer, you tailor and mend me. Make me and mend me the words that you write Stick in my throat like an old valentine To keep me a-counting the days ‘til we’re home To keep me dreaming about the boat. Under the wing of a broken down bird The bicycle frame of my sister’s Schwinn I heard You whistling Heart and Soul smooth as a pearl No failer, you tailor and mend me And make me your girl.
8.
World Traveller I’m a world traveller, there’s nowhere I’ve been I’ve seen brothers and sisters and kites in the wind I’ve seen mittens on strings - what a good thing to do because things can go missing, I’ve heard of a few. So please never lose me like you lose your cool, never leave me stranded up high on a telephone wire from London is calling, a button is desperately hanging on By a thread of a dream my great-grandmother wove when she dreamed me and you up. She dreamed up our souls. She went hard through the night against men with machines against living and dying, what all of it means. She taught us to travel, she taught us to dream and here we are in great cities attempting great things and all that we have is our will and our thoughts when the strangest of feelings come up we feel crazy, we feel lost. Never lose me like you lose your cool, never leave me stranded up high on a telephone wire from London is calling, my brother is desperately hanging on. It’s like I said, I have travelled the world and there’s no place that I’ve been that I never heard the sound of my heart beating and seen my own face like the face of a child hangs above a staircase. Oh, please never hang me up like shoes on a wire but wire me all of your fears and desires. Mittens on strings are such fortunate things like babies need mothers, like people need their friends to ring them up. So please never lose me like you lose your cool, never leave me stranded up high on a telephone wire from London is calling, a button is desperately hanging on.

about

One of the most precious objects on the bookshelf growing up was the journal that my late grandmother Leanora wrote during the Second World War. She was twenty-five years old, working as a stenographer with the Canadian Women’s Army Corps in London, England. Newly wed to my grandfather Eddie, an aircraft fitter in the north of England, she kept track of the letters they sent back and forth, as well as the events and experiences of her daily life between January and June of 1945.

Leanora’s journal is at the heart of this collection of songs. What began as an exploration of my grandmother’s life led to a wider study of femininity and independence during wartime and the effects of post-WWII modernization on the health of individuals, families and communities in Canada.

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released January 30, 2010

Produced by Miss Emily Brown
All songs written by Miss Emily Brown
Recorded, mixed & mastered by Corwin Fox at Transorbital Sound, Cumberland BC, Canada
Artwork & Design by Hanahlie Beise & Caleb Beyers (www.casteprojects.com)

Miss Emily Brown: voice, piano, organ, autoharp, guitar, flugelhorn, bass drum
Corwin Fox: drum machine, audio sculpting, snare drum, bass drum, organ bass
Hannah Epperson: fiddle (2,3,4,8)
Nikole Texidor: voice (5)

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Miss Emily Brown British Columbia

Canadian performing artist Miss Emily Brown weaves together words and sound with the precision of a knitting spider. Nominated for a 2010 Canadian Folk Music Award for Pushing the Boundaries, a CBC Radio 3 Bucky Award for Best New Artist and put forward for the 2010 Polaris Prize, Miss Brown impossibly combines found instruments with her unmistakable voice. ... more

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