Dead Red Pine

by Dead Red Pine

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released July 28, 2012

Marco Taucer: Guitar and Vocals
Steve Badach: Upright Bass
Sophie Heppell: Viola and Vocals
Rebekah Sherman: Violin and Vocals
Stephen Tchir: Banjo and Mandolin



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Dead Red Pine Edmonton, Alberta

Dead Red Pine is a five piece chamber folk band based in Edmonton.

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Track Name: Belgravia (I)
Old steel tracks | Long lines cut a white field in three | It's a snowscape at the wrong time | A bit late would have been fine. | The black shapes are trees; | The red pine takes a bow | And the fir curtsies. | They are dressed up in white clothes | Until sunlight | Disrobes. | But it's not like home. | Think long days of starlight. | Think sunrise | At midnight.
Track Name: Belgravia (II)
Balsam, | Find me | Curled up, | Underneath the reeds. | Beechwood | Dancer, | Prepare! | Dress yourself in leaves.
Track Name: Hold Still
Wind put flowers | In your hair, | Stroked leaves and buds, | Sending pollen through the air. | A layer, dusted | On your folded coat, | Crept up | So slowly. | If I earned my life, | I'd spend it here | Outside | Until the light ran out. | You'll catch a chill | Hang on, | Hold still.
Track Name: Cold Earth
Long days, | Long days and late nights. | Fireside, | Fire-lit eyes | At the seashore | Or treeline. | Sunkiss | Or frostbite. | And your skin; | You feel like your came up | From in the ground. | Maybe you were shaped | Out of this cold earth. | I won't let you wane again | And fall like a rusty hill. | Fall like a coast in waves, | Again.
Track Name: Combine
Your son slipped under | The running combine. | You remember the time, | Out on the causeway, | When he fell from your moving truck. | You heard a high note ring out | Through the window. | Severed in time, | It took you a moment. | That was an awful fright. | Or when you were both startled | By the pride of a partridge. | Mother and child hid in the forest, | And you were a bad surprise. | Why won't the seasons change? | Why won't these memories blur and fade?