Where My Eyes Should Go – Malcolm Brooks, Caleb Edwards, Will Foote, Chris Finn



Malcolm Brooks – story source, guitar, bass

Caleb Edwards – musical sherpa, vocals, percussion, mandolin

Produced by Malcolm Brooks
Executive Producer: Alex Wilder

 

Malcolm Brooks finds he cannot grasp beauty in its complexity and detail. Especially when the beauty lies in his beloved Barbara.
 
When I walk into the room
I see the glorious rug from Persia
All the whorls and the swirls overwhelm me
It feels so beautiful to see
I never know, never know where my eyes should go
 
When I look out of the window
I see a million trees in sunshine
All the whorls and the swirls overwhelm me
It feels so beautiful to see
I never know, never know where my eyes should go
 
I keep on thinking that when I see you
Things will be clear
You’re so good to me, I should feel at ease
But the truth is….
 
When I walk into the room
I see your face, your hair, your shoulders
And your hands, even they, overwhelm me
You’re so beautiful to see
I never know, never know where my eyes should go

 
 

Under the Water – Will Foote


Some experiences are meant be told through music, especially ones with transformative bonds. One night on the boat under the stars, Will Foote watches a seal, who seems to know that he is there.
 

Writers:

Will Foote – Story Source

Chloë Isis – Musical Sherpa
Will Foote, Chloë Isis – Vocals

Malcolm Brooks – Guitar


 
On the boat I stayed above
To look at the stars.
Out in the quietness I heard a splash
Close by me.
Little seal came right up to the boat.
I said, Hello, hey what are you doing?
I felt welcomed into his world.
It danced under the water,
Opened up to be seen by everyone,
Especially me.
 
© 2016 Beauchamp Point Music
 

The Beauty in Everyday Things – Alex Wilder




The Push Farther Project
Alex Wilder – story source, vocals, guitar
Nora Willauer – cello
Will Foote – guitar

Chloë Isis – vocals

Heather Kahill – violin
 
Produced by Alex Wilder

Alex Wilder likes how he’s been changing and he knows who’s been the source of that change. But now she’s leaving…
 
In a month or two
She’ll be gone
She’ll be flying to Barcelona
I’m losing a life that feels so easy
When she’s near to me
 
And I guess I’m scared
That I won’t see
The beauty in everyday things
Cause seeing things through Eliza
Is to see them again
 
Like how the rain sounds
Or the view from Beech Hill
She’s got a love of life
That calls to my own
And I don’t want to be with anybody who can’t see
The beauty in everyday things
 
I feel her hand
I hear her voice
I don’t know why I think of bells
When she found me, I found beauty
In everyday things

 
© 2016 Beauchamp Point Music
 
 

From Malcolm:
All I knew in the middle of July 2016 was that Nora and Alex were working on some song up at the farm in Hope and that Alex was the story source and Nora was the musical sherpa. When I saw the lyrics they were working on, I was stunned by the idea of a feeling of anticipating a feeling — something that could only come from Alex. We all learned more about his relationship with Eliza. She had been up here from New York, drawing and baking and teaching herself Spanish on her cell phone as Alex, Will and Nora rehearsed. Soon she would be off to Spain. I could see how the city of Barcelona could feel so far away from a farm in Maine.
 

That Was the Past – Will Foote



 
Writers:

Will Foote – Story Source



Nora Willauer, Malcolm Brooks, Alex Wilder – Musical Sherpas

Will Foote, Alex Wilder, Nora Willauer – vocals, guitars and cello
 

How do you fully love someone when a painful past holds them back?
Will’s relationship becomes challenged by memories and difficult ties to past relationships.
 
When we were at the beach,
We put our feet in the water,
And talked for a half an hour.
We got back up and dug a big hole in the sand.
The sun was shining,
And there were no clouds in the sky.
 
And then I can’t believe
I heard you say
He still likes you.
Don’t you know
That was the past.
 
You put your face in my shoulder
And cried me a river of tears.
You told me he would not leave you.
I told you he gave you much more pain than happiness.
I reminded you of all the times
You came to me in tears.
 
And then I can’t believe…
 
When we were at the New Year’s party,
You stayed by my side the whole night.
12 o’clock started getting closer.
Everyone else had a partner.
Everyone else had a partner.
You asked me if I could be your New Year’s kiss,
And so we kissed.
 
And then I can’t believe…
 
© 2016 Beauchamp Point Music
 
 
Found on The Push Farther Project’s album:

 
Find the available download at:
pushfarther.com
 

Summer – Chloë Isis



Chloë Isis – story source, vocals

Will Foote – vocals

Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa

Alex Wilder – keyboards, bass
 
Produced by Alex Wilder

Chloë Isis makes it through the Maine winters, because the summers are so sweet.
 
I’m tired of winter, I’m tired of snow
I’m tired of the sky weighing me down
I’m tired of waiting for summer
To come around
 
I miss it every winter, I miss it every fall
When it’s here, I wish that it would stay
I wish I could skip ahead
To summer days
 
They say winter has to come for summer to feel sweet
I know it’s the place for me
In the summer in my bare feet (bis)
 
Summer makes me think of lying on our backs
Looking at the blue sky
Lying in the tall grass
In the fields where we could hide
 
Another thing I miss is jumping into lakes
And diving for rocks
Walking down the road
And singing as we walk
 
They say winter has to come for summer to feel sweet…
 
Summer evenings are the best of all
The sun is down, making it cool
Everyone is calm as they listen
To the crickets and the peepers (bis)
 
They say winter has to come for summer to feel sweet…
 

Prodigal Man – Chris Finn




Chris Finn–Story Source

Will Foote– Sherpa, Lead Vocal

Alex Wilder
Alex Wilder– Vocals, Guitar, Bass
 
Produced by Alex Wilder


Prodigal Man
 
Chris Finn remembers his uncle’s homecoming after a sojourn not unlike that told in the Prodigal Son parable.
 
I was seven years old
My dad and I
Went to the airport
Uncle Dave arrived
You were shrouded in mystery
Decorated in war
Disappeared to Las Vegas
 
You’re the prodigal man, appearing like a dream
From a prodigal world I’d never seen
 
He looked like my dad
Who was the good son
We walked in the house
Surprising everyone
Grandma’s hand on her chest
She fell in Grandpa’s arms
And said, my David, you’ve come home
 
You’re the prodigal man, appearing like a dream
From a prodigal world I’d never seen
 
He said it’s me, Mom, I’ve come home
A grown man had misbehaved
He found himself forgiven
I was frozen and amazed
 
You’re the prodigal man, appearing like a dream
From a prodigal world I’d never seen
 
There was a letter I wrote
Right before you died
Never opened
It didn’t get there in time
It’s in the casket with you
In the jacket you wore
It says I love you, in the letter
 
Sometimes a song evolves in a choral direction, as this one did for Malcolm. He found himself singing a choral refrain after each chorus. Alex named it the hymn version.


I was seven when my dad and I
Went to the airport and you arrived
You were decorated in war
And disappeared to Las Vegas
 
You’re the prodigal man in my family
From a prodigal world I’ve never seen
 
In this house, in this heart
Wherever you are, you are welcome
 
You looked like my dad, the good son
We got home and surprised everyone
Grandma’s hand flew to her heart
She said, “My David, you’ve come home”
 
You’re the prodigal man in my family
From a prodigal world I’ve never seen
 
In this house, in this heart
Wherever you are, you are welcome
 
You said, “It’s me, Mom, I’ve come home”
A grown man has misbehaved
And found himself forgiven
I was frozen with amazement
 
I wrote a letter right before you died
Never opened so they put it inside
In the jacket that you wore
When they laid you down to rest
 
You’re the prodigal man in my family
From a prodigal world I’ve never seen
 
In this house, in this heart
Wherever you are, you are welcome

Only Child – Chloë Isis


Chloë Isis begins a different life in her house now that her sister has gone off to college.
 

 

Chloë Isis – story source, vocals
 

Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
 

Next weekend I’m going to a wedding
I haven’t met them yet
And I’ll see my sister there
Who just left for college
I’m at home
 
And I’ll sleep through thunder and rain
But the wind always wakes me up
I will sleep through thunder and rain
But the wind always wakes me up
 
I can usually talk a lot
But it’s harder when you’re the only one talkin’
I think it’s true about singin’ too
I can sing for a long time
By myself
Sing longer someone else
 
And I will sleep through thunder and rain
But the wind always wakes me up…
 
And now I feel
I’m an only
I’m an only child
 
Since August
I’ve been an only child
Both siblings are at college
It’s a little lonely
But also fun because in the morning
I don’t have to wait to play piano
 
And I will sleep through thunder and rain
But the wind always wakes me up…
 
 
Chloë Isis
 

Ocean Have My Back – Malcolm Brooks, Jeb Smereck, Will Foote



Will Foote – musical sherpa, vocal

Jeb Smereck – musical sherpa, guitar
Malcolm Brooks – story source, upright bass
 
Produced by Alex Wilder
 

Malcolm Brooks hikes to the ocean believing that the waves will match his own stormy mood. But the seas are calm and seem not to care.
 
I climb over the rocks
Up the cliff on the hill
I cry to the ocean, save me
But the ocean’s almost still
 
I want the ocean to have my back
And drown my enemies
I want the ocean to have my back
But the little waves just laugh at me
 
They don’t smash against the rocks
They don’t roll and reel
They don’t say “I’ll drown your troubles.”
“I feel what you feel.”
 
I want the ocean to have my back
And drown my enemies
I want the ocean to have my back
But the little waves just laugh at me
 
They don’t smash against the shore
What kind of answer is that?
What kind of power is that?
They just come and go
So low, flat and slow
 
I want the ocean to have my back
And drown my enemies
I want the ocean to have my back
But the little waves just laugh at me
 
I want the ocean to have my back
With high winds, raging seas
I want the ocean to have my back
And drown my enemies

 

Sailing in the Fog – Nora Willauer




Nora Willauer, Eugene, Oregon Hannah Blanchard, Abbotsford, British Columbia

At 16, Nora Willauer and Hannah Blanchard set off for their first-ever sailing trip alone and found themselves blinded by fog in the Gulf of Maine.
 
Writers:
Nora Willauer – Story Source
Malcolm Brooks, Alex Wilder, Will Foote – Musical Sherpas
 
Recorded by:
The Push Farther Project


Hannah — I saw her this summer
For the first time in three years
At one a.m. in Halifax, when I was on another boat
We talked about sailing Josephine,
When we were only sweet sixteen
 
How did I do that
Who in the hell was that person
Sailing in the fog
I’d be scared to do that now
 
Hannah and I had left
So sure of our course
To this buoy that we’ve sailed to a thousand times before
But something went wrong
All I could see was fog
How did I do that…
 
We were sending our radio calls to the barges
Telling everyone that we were sailing
With limited engine power, please
Nobody hit us
 
So we turned around 180 and
Made it back to the breakwater
We sailed around the harbor and got back our confidence
And then we tried it again
We found the buoy in the fog
How did I do that…
 
We were sending our radio calls to the barges…
 
Then the fog bank lifted
As joyous as a sun rise
And now I get inspiration from the confident sixteen year old
Who managed to pull that off
I need to be her now
 
How did I do that
Who in the hell was that person
Sailing in the fog
I’d be scared to do that now
I need to be her now

 

Milk Carton – Nora Willauer



Milk Carton
 
When Nora Willauer’s uncle Peter, who lived in the Maine woods, would come to visit the family farm, his ways challenged the family norms and inspired Nora’s independence.
 
Writers:

Nora Willauer – story source

Alex Wilder, Will Foote, Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpas
 
Recording: The Push Farther Project at Bay Chamber Concerts
Film coverage by Dana Rae Warren and Alex Forcillo
Editing: Rohan Edwards

I don’t know if you ever met my uncle
He died nearly four years ago
My mom’s youngest brother, he lived in the woods
In a cabin he built by himself
 
We’d never know when he would be coming
He’d do projects around the house
He’d sleep in a tent in our back yard
Because he wouldn’t sleep inside
He’d never sleep in side
 
Things I hesitate to do
It’s mostly everyday
Like what to wear and what music to listen to
I think of him drinking milk from a carton
And I laugh and say
I don’t care what they thought of him
And what they think of me
No, I don’t care what they thought of him or me
 
He would drink our milk from the carton
And then he would put it back
My mom didn’t like that, she’d get so annoyed
But she still loved to have him there
 
He really liked to play fiddle music
And he also played the blues guitar
He’d write his own songs and play them with me
And he also taught me how to waltz
He taught me how to waltz
 
Things I hesitate to do…

He’d come to Thanksgiving dinner
Drumsticks he’d eat with his hands
My family wished he’d use a fork and a knife
But they still loved to have him there
 
One day we got a call that something happened
He died in the woods by himself
And it was all too soon, so much I could have learned
I wish we’d had more time (2x)
 
Things I hesitate to do…
 
When I think of him I’m more accepting
Of people who do their own thing
There are people who care and people who don’t
I want to be more like him
I want to be more like me
 
Things I hesitate to do…
 

Little Exchanges – Nora Willauer



The Push Farther Project

Nora Willauer – cello, vocals

Alex Wilder – guitars, bass, vocals

Will Foote – vocals
 
Writers:
Nora Willauer – story source
Alex Wilder, Will Foote, Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpas
 
Recording:
The Push Farther Project
 
Produced by Alex Wilder

Walking at dawn to the music school to practice, Nora Willauer meets someone who is heading home after his night shift. Although they are both alone, for a brief moment, they find companionship in a simple greeting.
 
Well I get early in the morning
Before the sunrise
In the hallway there’s the cleaning man
He’s cleaning up
I say good morning and he laughs
He says that not quite right
For you, it’s good morning
For me, goodnight
 
Little exchanges
Are all I need
When I’m working hard alone
I could be lonely but for
Little exchanges
Like goodnight
And good morning
 
In the winter I tried sleeping in
And came to school a bit later
But I missed the quiet mornings
So I got up early again
I saw the cleaning man
The moment I walked in
He said I set my watch to you
Where have you been?
 
Little Exchanges….
 
He said your shoe’s untied
I said I already knew
I said I’d deal with it later
Like I always do
 
Little Exchanges…
 
© 2016 Beauchamp Point Music


 

My Wish for You – Chloë Isis

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Chloë Isis – musical sherpa, vocals

Alex Wilder – piano, vocals

Malcolm Brooks – story source

Dedicated to Billy Mumma
 
Produced by Alex Wilder

Learning that a long-time friend is gay and has decided to move away, Malcolm Brooks wrestles with losing contact but wanting what’s best for his friend.
 
You finally told me your secret
You told no one for years
You tell me that soon you’ll be moving
There’s nobody like you here
 
You tell me you can’t keep pretending
And fighting the grain of the world
You have to be true to your body
And do the things you feel
 
They told you, you had to change
Now everything is changing around you
My wish for you
Is that you never have to be something you’re not
Don’t ever get lost
 
You think we’ll become too different,
When everything starts to change
To me our beautiful friendship
Will remain the same
 
They told you, you had to change…
 
I worry that when you’re in trouble
You’ll forget who you can call
I may be part of your old world
But I’m still a part of it all
 
They told you you had to change…
 
 


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Meaghan, Oh Meaghan – Will Foote



 
Writers:

Will Foote – Story Source

Malcolm Brooks
Alex Wilder
Nora Willauer, Malcolm Brooks, Alex Wilder – Musical Sherpas
 
 

When she says she must ask him “properly” in order for her to go the prom with him, Will asks in his own way.
 
We do our homework in the lounge
Cause it’s much more fun.
We do our homework in the lounge
Cause it’s much more fun.
We never get started but we get a lotta other stuff done.
 
Oh Meaghan, won’t you come to the dance with me?
Oh Meaghan, won’t you come to the dance with me?
Oh Meaghan, pretty as a girl can be.
 
The hour hand jumps another number.
It’s time to end.
The hour hand jumps another number..
It’s time to end.
Its a problem and we know it but you’re still my best friend.
 
Oh Meaghan, won’t you come to the dance with me…
 
When you walk into the room,
The laughing gas follows behind.
When you walk into the room,
The laughing gas follows behind.
Your mama and your papa
Gave you the right state of mind.
 
Oh Meaghan, won’t you come to the dance with me…
 
When a problem comes a’walkin’
You notice right away.
When a problem comes a’walkin’
You notice right away.
You don’t stop and drop until you shoo that problem away.
 
Oh Meaghan, won’t you come to the dance with me…
 
Your games and your practices
Take a lotta time away.
Your games and your practices
Take a lotta time away.
But it doesn’t really matter cause you’re gonna be pro someday.
 
Oh Meaghan, won’t you come to the dance with me…
 
© 2016 Beauchamp Point Music
 

Kindness (Ellerby’s Song) – Chloë Isis



Will Foote, Rockport, Maine – Story Source, vocals

Alex Wilder, Rockport, Maine – Musical Sherpa, vocals, bass, piano

Malcolm Brooks, Rockport, Maine – Musical Sherpa

The Push Farther Project (Alex Wilder, Nora Willauer, Will Foote) – Musical Sherpas
 
 
Produced by Alex Wilder
 

Sometimes all one can do is live moment by moment. And sometimes it’s unclear where each moment will lead. Will works on living with uncertainty.
 
Wakin’ up,
Goin to School,
Wakin’ up, goin’ to school, and comin’ back
Doin’ a lot of work and going to bed
 
I see my breath,
I bite my teeth,
I see my breath, I bite my teeth, It’s getting cold,
I wanna hibernate inside until it’s warm again
 
It could be good, it could be bad
But I don’t know,
That’s just the way that my life flows.
It could be good, it could be bad
But I don’t know,
That’s just the way that my life flows.
 
Hangin’ out,
At the pub,
Hangin’ out, At the pub, with some friends,
I get a bite to eat and play some pool.
 
I see her face,
I miss my shot,
I see her face, I miss my shot, I see her smile
I wonder who she’s looking at but say, no way.
 
It could be good, it could be bad.
I don’t know,
That’s just the way that my life flows.
It could be good, it could be bad,
I don’t know,
That’s just the way that my life flows.
 
Some people
Close around me
Say go and get a job that pays
But I know what I’m doing
I gotta take it day by day
 
It could be good, it could be bad.
I don’t know,
That’s just the way that my life flows.
 
© 2016 Beauchamp Point Music
 
 

It Could Be Good, It Could Be Bad – Will Foote



Will Foote, Rockport, Maine – Story Source, vocals

Alex Wilder, Rockport, Maine – Musical Sherpa, vocals, bass, piano

Malcolm Brooks, Rockport, Maine – Musical Sherpa

The Push Farther Project (Alex Wilder, Nora Willauer, Will Foote) – Musical Sherpas
 
 
Produced by Alex Wilder
 

Sometimes all one can do is live moment by moment. And sometimes it’s unclear where each moment will lead. Will works on living with uncertainty.
 
Wakin’ up,
Goin to School,
Wakin’ up, goin’ to school, and comin’ back
Doin’ a lot of work and going to bed
 
I see my breath,
I bite my teeth,
I see my breath, I bite my teeth, It’s getting cold,
I wanna hibernate inside until it’s warm again
 
It could be good, it could be bad
But I don’t know,
That’s just the way that my life flows.
It could be good, it could be bad
But I don’t know,
That’s just the way that my life flows.
 
Hangin’ out,
At the pub,
Hangin’ out, At the pub, with some friends,
I get a bite to eat and play some pool.
 
I see her face,
I miss my shot,
I see her face, I miss my shot, I see her smile
I wonder who she’s looking at but say, no way.
 
It could be good, it could be bad.
I don’t know,
That’s just the way that my life flows.
It could be good, it could be bad,
I don’t know,
That’s just the way that my life flows.
 
Some people
Close around me
Say go and get a job that pays
But I know what I’m doing
I gotta take it day by day
 
It could be good, it could be bad.
I don’t know,
That’s just the way that my life flows.
 
© 2016 Beauchamp Point Music
 
 

I Just Came to Pray – Malcolm Brooks, Joaquin Contreras, Will Foote





Malcolm Brooks – story source, vocals

Joaquín Contreras – musical sherpa, percussion

Will Foote – musical sherpa, vocals
 

At the doors of the cathedral
St. John the Divine.
Was a guard he was standing
in front of the line.
 
“I just came to pray, came to pray”
 
Well the guard wouldn’t let me
Go into the nave
I saw the ticket counter
Maybe 10 feet away
 
“I just came to pray, came to pray”
 
I walked to the counter
And the woman said to me
10 dollars admission
And children are free
 
“I just came to pray, came to pray”
 
Then I said I came to pray
She smiled so sweet
Then just like the children
You go in free
 
“I just came to pray, came to pray”
“I just came to pray, came to pray”

 

Girl Situation – Will Foote




Will Foote – Story Source

Malcolm Brooks – Musical Sherpa

Nora Willauer, Will Foote, Alex Wilder: vocals, cello and guitars
 
Produced by Alex Wilder
 

Will Foote remains optimistic about finding that balance between work and love.
 
Life is moving fast
And moving faster.
Once those summers
Never seem to end.
It seems to move faster
The older you get.
There’s no time for love.
 
But I’m not giving up
On my girl situation.
I’m okay with what I have.
Someday it’ll come,
But maybe it won’t,
And I’m not giving up
On my girl situation.
 
I have a tendency
To work so hard
And push for that something
I want to be.
Cause I don’t want to limit
My opportunities.
And there’s no time for love.
 
But I’m not giving up
On my girl situation…
 
© 2016 Beauchamp Point Music
 
 
Found on The Push Farther Project’s album:

 
Find the available download at:
pushfarther.com
 

Driver’s Ed Blues – Chloë Isis



Chloë Isis – story source, vocals

Alex Wilder – electric piano, bass, vocals

Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
 
Produced by Alex Wilder

Chloë Isis tells what it took her to get her license.
 
I took Driver’s Ed, I sat for hours in class.
I learn to park and yield and best of all how to pass.
 
There were all these questions, I couldn’t answer them all.
I missed the one about the legal limit of alcohol.
 
I drove with the teacher, he had his own brake.
He made me stop at the stop signs, that was his only mistake.
 
I drove to Waldoboro and then back again.
I was counting the hours, I had to get to ten.
 
I love the DMV, you know what I mean.
They gave me a number, it was a hundred nineteen.
 
Long story short, I got my permit today.
Good news for me, but maybe you should consider staying out of my way.
 

Dance the Blues – Sean Oshima, Will Foote, Chloë Isis, Alex Wilder




Sean Oshima – story source
Chloë Isis, Will Foote – musical sherpas, vocals
Alex Wilder – musical sherpa

Malcolm Brooks – vicarious story source
 

Dance the Blues (live iPhone recording)
Sean Oshima travels and experiences being the outsider. For Malcolm Brooks, Sean could be recounting Malcolm’s daily state.
 
Went to a concert on the Bayou
I could feel the bass but not the song
Felt like a stranger in the crowd I did not belong
 
Saw people swimming in the Bayou
Floating on rafts and makeshift canoes
I watched from afar and, I bet, they can dance the blues
 
I bet they all can dance the blues,
If I could I’d be okay
Wish that I could dance the blues that way
 
I ride to a mansion on the Bayou
Never had a gin and tonic so strong
Felt like a stranger in the crowd, am I doing something wrong?
 
Danced with a woman in dark red
I look as if I’m doing fine
I talk with another ’bout Pennsylvania, faking a good time
 
I bet they all can dance the blues,
If I could I’d be okay
Wish that I could dance the blues that way
 
Oh, oh, oh, oh….
 
Think I’ll go to Greece or somewhere
Far from New Orleans and the Bayou
Where nobody even wonders if I dance the blues
 
I bet they all can dance the blues,
If I could I’d be okay
Wish that I could dance the blues that way

 

Contradance – Chloë Isis


Chloë Isis tells what happened on the way to a dance and why she goes again and again.
 

 

Writers:
Chloë Isis – story source, vocals

Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
 

Its fun dancing with peoplePeople you don’t know
You’re not talking to them
You’re getting to know them better
 
Even if you wouldn’t get along
You’re friends for that dance
Even if you wouldn’t get along
You still have the chance
 
I just love dancing
At the contradance
Whether with friends
Or without
 
I didn’t have a fun skirt
A twirly skirt to wear
So my friend brought a pile
A pile of skirts in the car
 
We sat in the backseat
The backseat all joking
That we would change in the middle
Change in the middle of the dance
 
I just love dancing
At the contradance…
 
I chose this blue skirt
So I could spin a lot
And I wore shoes
But I took them off
 
My feet got so sore
So sore and dirty
Like I’d been barefoot at a festival all day
 
I just love dancing
At the contradance…
 
 
Chloë Isis
 

Dancing at Home – Chloë Isis



Hannah Batley – story source

Chloë Isis – vocals

Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa, guitar, bass
 

Produced by Malcolm Brooks
 
Executive Producer: Alex Wilder


Hannah Batley of Orono, Maine, longs for an evening of quiet romance rather than a night on the town. Dancing at Home was Hannah’s birthday song for Jason Bolton. He was her fiancé and is now her husband.
 
You’re flying around the country
Sitting in airports
Thinking of me
Hopefully
And I’m at home alone counting the days
 
Till we’re dancing, dancing
Dancing at home
Till we’re dancing, dancing
Dancing at home
 
You’re living out of a suitcase
Getting some rest
Feeling your best
Hopefully
And I’m at home alone counting the days
 
Till we’re dancing, dancing…
 
You’ll sing me some Sinatra
Hold me near
Call me dear
Hopefully
How do I love thee?
 
I want to talk about unimportant things
And leave the world behind
Let’s just stay young at heart
 
Just dancing, dancing
Dancing at home
We’re just dancing, dancing
Dancing at home

Boston Marathon – Chloë Isis, Will Foote, Malcolm Brooks


Guitar and Keyboard Version
 
Upright Bass Version

Malcolm Brooks – story source, classical guitar, upright bass
 

Chloë Isis – musical sherpa, vocals


Will Foote – vocals


Alex Wilder – electric guitar, keyboards, electric bass

 
Produced by Alex Wilder


Malcolm Brooks tries to love and let go at the same time.
 
You went to Pennsylvania, I missed you so much
But you were dying up here
Doing what your friends did every night
But they could stop and you could not
 
100 days later, you moved to Boston
To a new home with new friends
Who fight the dragons you fight, fear the things you fear
Swear to stay together to be strong
 
All this in the week of the Boston Marathon
Runners run, trusting no bombs explode
I want to be that way with you
I want to love and let you walk your own road
 
You sent a photograph of a cappuccino
I think I know that café
No, you say, I’m at another café
One that I found by myself
 
I want to show I love you, I want to show I care
But will it feel like I am trying to control you,
Even when I’m not there
 
All this in the week of the Boston Marathon
Runners run, trusting no bombs explode
I want to be that way with you
I want to love and let you walk your own road

 

Angel and a Sword – Hazel Delehey



Hazel Delehey – story source, vocals

Mia Bertelli, Belfast, Maine
vocals

Will Foote – vocals

Alex Wilder – guitars and bass

Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
 
Produced by Alex Wilder
 


Hazel Delehey finds herself at a camp with strangers, after she thought that friends would be there, too. She longs for even one friend to join her, to help her fend off loneliness and inner turmoil.

Knock, knock, knock,
The wolf is at the door.
I’m too young to meet my maker,
Need an angel and a sword.
 Don’t send me letters.
One rip and they get torn.
I need something stronger,
Need an angel and a sword.
 
Don’t leave me.
Don’t let this be my fate.
Stand by my side,
And tell me that it’s not too late.
 
Please hurry fast,
Faster than this chord.
I’m fighting these devils,
Need an angel and a sword.
Please hurry, I
Can’t take this anymore.
I’m fighting these devils,
Need an angel and a sword.
 
If I had one person,
They could be my sword.
I’d climb mountains.
I’d ride, ride the fastest horse.
 
If I had one person,
They’d be my angel, too.
They’d sing to me.
They’d comfort me.
Help, help me push through.
 
Don’t leave me.
Don’t let this be my fate.
Stand by my side,
And tell me that it’s not too late.
 
Please hurry fast,
Faster than this chord.
I’m fighting these devils,
Need an angel and a sword.
Please hurry, I
Can’t take this anymore.
I’m fighting these devils,
Need an angel and a sword.

 

Hard Days – Alex Wilder




Alex Wilder – story source, vocals, guitar, bass
Barbara Brooks – vocals

Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
 
 
Produced by Alex Wilder
 

Alex Wilder may be living far away from home, but he learns that he’s not far from home in his feelings.
 
Working in a kitchen in Ohio, got a message on my phone.
My mom was saying, I’m having a hate it here kind of day.
My family doesn’t have a tradition of saying what we feel.
The words I hate it here, they hit my chest and ricocheted.
 
It never occurred to me that she could feel out of place,
That she could have, like me, hard days.
 
She said they only happen once in awhile and she hesitates to say it.
Thanks for being there, she said. I think you can relate.
 
It never occurred to me that she could feel out of place,
That she could have, like me, hard days.
 
‘Cause out here in Ohio, I’ve been feeling low,
I miss the mountains, ocean,
Missing friends from home.
 
Getting back to work in the kitchen, her words slow down my hands, I’m thinking,
Maybe, maybe I should talk to her. She’s someone who can understand.
 
It never occurred to me that she could feel out of place,
That she could have, like me, hard days.

Anonymous – Walk With You


Sometimes it takes time to stand up for oneself.
 
Started seeing this guy,
This winter maybe last fall.
We were out with friends had too much to drink.
Things progressed rapidly,
But in the morning,
I burst into tears
 
He would ignore me then say,
I make your life better.
He said I want to walk with
You a little longer.
He’d call me crazy then say
I could be better.
He said I want to walk with you.
 
After a month I said,
We should just be friends.
I don’t want to see you romantically.
He said fire’s in my veins.
He turned around and walked away.
 
He would ignore me then say…
 
I found I couldn’t talk.
I had a block in my throat.
I couldn’t say what i wanted to say.
Didn’t want to make decisions
Or be responsible,
I needed to find myself.
I was only a shell.
 
Finally one night
I’d had enough.
I told him don’t want
To ever see you again.
He started yelling but I stayed strong.
He said forget it and walked away.
 
He would ignore me then say…

 
Anonymous – story source
Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
Nora Willauer – cello, vocal
Alex Wilder – guitar, vocal
Will Foote – guitar, vocal
 

Alex Wilder – Meet Me Half Way


Alex Wilder – story source, vocal
Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
Nora Willauer – cello, vocal
Will Foote – guitar, vocal
 
Well, darling you know how much you meet to me
And you know how much I care.
I’ll do what it takes to stick with you
Or as much as I can bear.
 
I’ll communicate, cooperate,
But if I’m gonna put the work in
Meet me halfway.
 
Well, I’ll talk it out from start to finish,
Find out what went wrong.
I’ll give in, I’ll check in, I’ll let you in
We’ll be back where we belong.
 
I’ll communicate…
 
Some things are beyond my control.
Some things just need to be let go.
Some things you ask would be harmful to my health.
So, babe, you gotta do some understanding for yourself.
 
Well, I’ll be there when you need comforting,
I’ll be there when you’re down.
I’ll give you space when you’re suffocating.
When you’re lonely I’ll be around.
 
I’ll communicate…

 

Hannah Batley – Idle Bible Van


Hannah Batley decline a proselytizers invitation to join him in waiting for the apocalypse.
 
In the parking lot of this world,
You sit inside your van,
Reading about the Revelations,
and waiting for God to fix this broken land.
 
You tell me come on in,
But I’m so weary of your words,.
So many, so many, so many words,
Get in, get in, get in.
 
And I want to cry that I’m a solution in this world,
With hands and feet that are working, walking,
Give any way they can.
 
And I want to cry that I’m a solution in this world,
Not a book, not a prayer, not a preacher,
Not a rider in an idle Bible van.
 
You offer me peace of mind,
God, hope, and more,
If I only wait inside with you,
And watch destruction just outside our door.
 
But I hear people marching,
Spoons and soup pots in the air.
Clanging and calling me into the streets,
Come on, come on, come on
 
And I want to cry that I’m a solution in this world…

 
Hannah Batley – story source, vocal
Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa, guitar, bass
Alex Wilder – piano
 

Hannah Batley, Malcolm Brooks – Sleeping in My Space (live recording)


Malcolm Brooks sees somethings in a meditation that he doesn’t understand. Hannah Batley says, “It’s a song.” And so it was.
 
Why’s a statue fall on me?
Why’s he sleeping peacefully?
Wooden hands and wooden head,
Why’s he wear that robe of red?
 
I don’t know his name, never seen his face.
Seems to me he’s out of place.
Tell me why he’s sleeping in my space.
 
Try to move him, it’s no good.
I can’t budge a block of wood.
Jesus comes and laughs at this.
Seems he loves my nemesis.
 
I don’t know his name, never seen his face…
 
Jesus tilts him to the floor.
Now I see there’s something more.
Shining gold above his brow,
Statue’s got a halo now.
 
I don’t know his name, never seen his face…
 
Am I blind to something good?
Am I partly sleeping wood?
Will he rise at morning light,
Fall on someone else tonight?
 
I don’t know his name, never seen his face…

 
Hannah Batley, musical sherpa, vocals
Malcolm Brooks – story source, guitar
Rush DeNooyer – guitar
 

Hannah Batley – Dancing at Home


Dancing at Home was Hannah’s birthday song for Jason Bolton. He was her fiancé and is now her husband.
 
You’re flying around the country
Sitting in airports
Thinking of me
Hopefully
And I’m at home alone counting the days
 
Till we’re dancing, dancing
Dancing at home
Till we’re dancing, dancing
Dancing at home
 
You’re living out of a suitcase
Getting some rest
Feeling your best
Hopefully
And I’m at home alone counting the days
 
Till we’re dancing, dancing…
 
You’ll sing me some Sinatra
Hold me near
Call me dear
Hopefully
How do I love thee?
 
I want to talk about unimportant things
And leave the world behind
Let’s just stay young at heart
 
Just dancing, dancing
Dancing at home
We’re just dancing, dancing
Dancing at home
 
Hannah Batley – vocal
Malcolm Brooks – guitar, bass
Anna French – violin
 

Hannah Batley – Sunflower


 
Hannah Batley re-lives moments of affection and inspiration from a family friend.
 
He would try to teach me how to point my toe.
I would point to my toe with my hand.
No one sat in his chair, ‘cause it was his chair,
But if you sat in his lap, he’d understand.
 
In his pocket he kept seeds from a sunflower,
‘Cause to him they showed the wonder of God.
He was amazed at how brown seeds turned to sunflowers.
Oh, that was my Papa Pod.
 
So hold me and sing to me songs
Of the sunflower with God in its seed.
Remind me life is beautiful.
Remind me of the sunflower,
That’s all I need.
 
Christmas eve, we would drive over to his house.
He would wait for us outside if there was snow.
He would aim at the car and throw a snowball.
It was a tradition all of his own.
 
So hold me and sing to me songs…
 
He was the best at breaking bread.
How he loved, he loved, he loved to bake bread.
 
There was a place that he called “The Tree Cathedral.”
It was a spot of woods in front of his house.
It was there that we all stood and spread his ashes.
It was there, it was there, it was there that never came out.
 
So hold me and sing to me songs…

Hannah Batley – story source, vocal
Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa, guitar, bass
Nora Willauer – cello
Sophie Davis and Josie Davis – violins
Nathan Hillman – viola
Rush DeNooyer – piano
 

A migrant farm worker – La Reyna de Vermont


A migrant farm worker – story source
Joaquin Contreras – musical sherpa
 
A migrant worker at a Vermont dairy farm affirms, through her own experience, that formal education may not be what makes a meaningful life.
 
Cuando era una niña
deje de ir a la escuela
Mi papa dijo que
cuando seas grande “te vas a arrepentir
 
Todavía no me arrepiento
de no ver estudiado
aunque no soy una mujer estudiada
sí soy trabajadora
 
Me siento orgullosa
de la mujer que soy
todo como una madre
que lucha por sus hijos
 
Todos los días Me levanto
temprano en la oscuridad.
Es mi trabajo a ordenar
las vacas recién paridas.
 
Me siento orgullosa…
de la mujer que soy
todo como una madre
que lucha por sus hijos

 
Translation:
 
When I was a little girl
I stopped going to school
My poppa told me that
When I was older I was going to regret it
 
I still have no regrets
Of not having studied
Although I am not a studied woman
I am a worker
 
I feel proud
Of the woman that I am
Everything as a mother
Who fights for her children
 
Every day I get up
Early in the darkness
It is my job to handle
The newborn baby calves
 
I feel proud
Of the woman that I am
Everything like a mother
Who fights for her children

 

Marieke Slovin – The Preschool Song


Marieke Slovin, Brussels, Belgium – story source, vocals, ukulele
Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
 
To make it easier to say goodbye in the morning, Marieke Slovin and her father would wave to each other through the windows of the preschool building.
 
Was is morning or afternoon
Preschool was a building
Partially underground
I would fall into despair
I had tears streaming down my face
Narrow windows
My dad would peer through
I would look through streaming tears
 
He would wave, I would wave
 
I would grow despondent
It was when he left
He would go to the next window
 
He would wave, I would wave
 
This would go and on
This would go and on

 
He would wave, I would wave
 

Frank Dowling, Hannah Batley – Francis Dowling (The Hardest Part of Growing Old)


Frank Dowling – story source
Malcolm Brooks, Hannah Batley – musical sherpas
Pauleen MacDougal – historical consultant
 
Hannah Batley and Meredith Batley – vocals
Malcolm Brooks – guitar, bass
Nathan Hillman – viola
Sophie Davis – violin
 
From a recorded interview at the Maine Folklife Center, Orono, Maine
 
I am Francis Dowling, born in 1889
I went picking blueberries in the bright sunshine
That was the last time for me
 
Knowing you won’t ever get back
To the places on the rivers
Is the hardest part of growing old
 
I was a surveyor and I snowshoed every day
I would rise up early and be
Nothing but the rivers and me
 
Knowing you won’t ever get back…
 
I can still see those places in my mind
 
I lumbered in the winters in the days so cold
They landed lumber on the ice and the ice would hold
Oh, that was something to see
 
Knowing you won’t ever get back
To the places on the rivers
Is the hardest part of growing old

 

Caleb Edwards – First Time in a Long Time


Caleb Edwards – Story Source
Alex Wilder – Musical Sherpa
 
From a documentary songwriting workshop at the Watershed School in Camden, Maine
 
Caleb Edwards finds home in a faraway place (Live iPhone recording)
 
I was sitting on the beach
Watching the sea turtles
Bobbing in the waves
 
For the first time in a long time
My home was where I stand
For the first time in a long time
This is where I wanted to stay
 
I wouldn’t say
I made friends there
But I loved the time with the people
 
For the first time in a long time
My home was where I stand
For the first time in a long time
This is where I wanted to stay

 

Will Foote – Beautiful Differences




Will Foote – story source, guitar, vocals
 

Joaquín Contreras – musical sherpa

Alex Wilder – musical sherpa

Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
 


Will Foote comes back home to an unfamiliar world. He leaves and returns again and finds that, this time, it’s beautiful.

I came back
To the coast of Maine
And I was sure
Things will be the same
I was surrounded by people who
Didn’t feel like the people I had known
 
Maybe there’s no home
Things do change
But maybe beautiful differences
Make things okay
 
Sailed three days
To Hurricane Island
And then home
To try it all again
I remembered how the winds blow
And how the currents run
 
Maybe there’s no home…
 
Now I see new life
See new things
New songs all around,
I see beautiful differences
In my hometown
 
Maybe there’s no home…
 


Hanife K. – Patates Kamyonunda (On the Potato Truck)



Melodi Var Öngel – musical sherpa, piano and vocal
 
Hanife K. – story source
Serkan Kaya – guitar
 
Hanife K. is a Turkish Cypriot, trapped in the Greek Cypriot Zone. She longs to join her husband on the Turkish side. Then a Greek Cypriot, prizing family over politics, helps Hanife and her baby boy to hide in his potato truck and sneak across the border (iPhone recording).
 
English translation by Üstün Öngel:
After the prison camp
My husband stayed on the other side
We, in the Greek Cypriot village
Missing each other a lot
 
There was a Greek Cypriot selling potatoes
My husband asked him
If he can take us to him
Over the green line
 
One day the guy calls us
Be ready tomorrow, he says
We put our things in boxes
Get on the back of the potato truck
 
We hide ourselves between the potato cases
My son one and a half year old
Baby bottle in his mouth
 
Hiding at the back of the truck
A police stops us at the check point
Asks if anybody at the back
Scared like hell
 
One of the policemen comes
And pushes the potato cases
I push back the cases
Scared like hell
Thank god they don’t find us
 
We hid ourselves between the potato cases
My son one and a half year old
Baby bottle in his mouth

Original in Turkish:
Esir kampından sonra
Bizim bey diğer tarafa geçti
Biz kaldık rum köyünde
Özleye özleye
 
Patates satan bir rum vardı
Beyim dedi senden bir ricam var
Bana çocuklarımı eşimi
Getirir misin
 
Bir gün geldi rum arkadaşım
Yarın hazır olunuz dedi
Doldurduk valizleri
Bindik rum kamyonuna
 
Patates kasalarının
arasına saklandık
Bir buçuk yaşında oğlum
Biberonu ağzında
 
Patates kasalarının arasında
Durdurur polis
Sorar kim var arabada
Yüreğimiz ağzımızda
 
Bir polis gelir
Ve iter kasaları
Ben dayanırım kasalara
Elimiz ayağımız titrer
Ve şükür ki bizi görmediler
 
Patates kasalarının
arasına saklandık
Bir buçuk yaşında oğlum
Biberonu ağzında

 

Hazel Delehey – I Am Searching


Hazel Delehey – story source
Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
 
Hazel Delehey senses there is something for her to find, far away from her familiar hometown.
 
I am searching for something
No idea what it is
I am searching for something
And so I’ll go
Ten thousand, two hundred feet high
 
I want to see more than home
Have to go find out what’s there
 
I am searching for something
No idea what it is
I am searching for something
And so I’ll go
Ten thousand, two hundred feet high
 
Trusting, not knowing anyone
Maybe strangers can be best friends
 
I am searching for something
No idea what it is
I am searching for something
And so I’ll go
Ten thousand, two hundred feet high

 

Chloë Isis and Will Foote – Push Farther (live take, one mic)

Live: Will Foote tapping instead of strumming, Chloë Isis trying out a lead vocal. Later, Jeb Smereck added the electric and Malcolm Brooks added upright.
 
One night I climbed a silo
Climbed a silo to sit on top
Not many people know about it
150, pretty steep drop
Found a picnic table waiting up there
I saw the stars that night and felt the air
Push farther, the stars above the silo say
Push farther, they say
 
New York hills and farmland
Remind me of the ocean
If you go out far enough
Instead of water, grass in motion
Hard to get to when you don’t own a car
On a bike it feels like twice as far
Push farther, the waves of endless farmland say
Push farther, they say
 
The Avenue of the Elms
Long road and shady ground
At the end there’s a chapel
But the steeple has burned down
One night I went there, in my bare feet
I saw the moon where the steeple would be
Push farther, the fires that burned the steeple say
Push farther, they say
 
Seven miles of woods and snow
On cross-country skis
Hiked an icy hill and saw
A mansion before me
Two dogs and a carpenter appeared
Working there for 17 years
Push farther, the carpenter and the two dogs say
Push farther, they say
 
They call it the Grass River
One morning I put in
I canoed through woods and marshes
For hours on end
An old man at a cabin said, “Come sit”
So on his narrow dock, I talked to him
Push farther, the old man and the river say
Push farther, they say

 

Androulla Shati & Melodi Var Öngel – Suli and I



Androulla Shati, story source, and Melodi Var Öngel, musical sherpa and vocalist, at the Home for Cooperation in the buffer zone in Nicosia, Cyprus.
 

Joaquin Contreras – guitar

Michael Barajas – accordion


Suli and I
Androulla Shati tells of a childhood when Greek Cypriots and Turkish Cypriots would play together.
 
Dali, my village
The only one left with people
For centuries
People lived in peace
Together
 
My house was between
A church and a mosque
Sharing each other’s
Joy and sorrow
Every moment
 
Where I was born
A Turkish Cypriot house
Stood on our land
It became my home
 
When my mom went out to the field
She used to take me to
Kezban and his son Suli
They became my family
 
Suli and I
We played all day tirelessly
 
There was a well
Water flowing in the ditch
Suli and I were making boats
Wandering around without shoes
 
We were around seven
Something tragic happened
Kezban, Suli’s mom, died
They migrated to England
 
The house which was home for me
Suddenly became a big black hole
Couldn’t pass the empty house
Going around, around and around
 
Suli and I
We played all day tirelessly
 
Many years have passed
One day I was in London
Suddenly I saw
There was Suli and his father
 
We promised that we would meet again
But we never met, we never met
 
Suli and I
We played all day tirelessly


Caleb Edwards – Conquering the City



Caleb Edwards – story source, keyboards, vocals, drums
 

Will Foote – vocals

Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa, bass
 


Alone in a foreign city, Caleb Edwards discovers things about the culture and about himself.
 
I could see the cathedral
Its two great pillars
Shooting up to the sky
I climbed up the musty steps
The stairs went on and on
When I finally reached the top
I looked out at my hotel
And the river, the bakery
Going down was harder than the climb
 
I let out a sigh
I said said Hey, that wasn’t so bad
Threw my backpack over one shoulder
I felt like I was conquering the city
 
I walked to the bakery
I stared at the menu
I only knew a few words
I was nervous to talk
Cause they don’t speak like me
Now what did she say?
I mumbled a few words
And she nodded, I smiled
Holding my breath through that whole time
 
I let out a sigh….
 
If I got in trouble who would help me
I was on my own
It was starting to get late
So I headed for the hotel
As I walked through the doors
I looked back and saw the city behind me
 
I let out a sigh….



 
©2018 Beauchamp Point Music


Melodi Var Ongel – One of My Best Moments




Melodi Var Ongel – story source, vocal
Adana, Turkey
 

Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa, guitar
 
 
Additional iPhone recordings:
First Additional iPhone Recording:

Melodi Var Ongel, Jillian Galloway – Vocal
Malcolm Brooks – Guitar
Warren Galloway – Guitar
Peter Galloway – Violin
 
Second Additional iPhone Recording:

Hazel Delehey, Melodi Var Ongel- Vocal
Malcolm Brooks- Guitar
Chris Finn- Guitar
Hazel Delehey- Guitar
Richard Fischer- Guitar
Hudson Finn- Piano
 


One of My Best Moments (iPhone recording)
In the middle of stressful exams, Melodi’s parents give her a surprise.

Senior year
So stressful and tiring
Had to pass the exams
I look lost
My eyes are closing
Head is going down fast
 
In the middle of the struggle
My parents have a surprise
My 18th birthday is coming soon
They say, Let’s go to Germany
My 18th birthday is coming soon
We are on our way
 
I was listening
To a rock band
When we came to Berlin
There was a car
In front of the bar
It was the group I loved
 
My dad ran over to the car
And waved to the band
My dad ran over and kindly asked
If we could take a photograph
Happy birthday to me
With my favorite band
 
In the concert they sang
Happy birthday to me
They gave me a record
They signed it with their names
To see them, to talk with them
In my life, in my life
One of my best moments


Rebecca Phifer – Bay Chamber – Carnegie Hall Lullaby Project – My Whole Love, My Whole Life




Rebecca Phifer – story source (with Manny and two-week old Phoebe)

Nate Martin – musical sherpa, bass, vocals

Chloë Isis – musical sherpa, vocals


Rebecca Phifer tells Nate Martin and Chloë Isis about her early experiences with her daughter Phoebe, and a song emerges.
 
Pretty as a bug
Pink ladbybug p.j.s
First time I held
You in my arms
My whole love, my whole life
My whole love, my whole life
 
Sleeping on my chest
Caring for my child
Most beautiful thing
I’ve ever done
My whole love, my whole life
My whole love, my whole life


Mia Bertelli – Whisky



Mia Bertelli – story source, vocals
Santa Fe, New Mexico
 

Will Foote, Alex Wilder – musical sherpa, vocals
Will Foote – musical sherpa, vocals
Jamie Oshima – guitar

Malcolm Brooks – bass
 
Produced by Alex Wilder
 


(I Don’t Even Like) Whisky
 
Mia Bertelli heads to New York and finds some surprises about the city and herself.
 
They told me, “Look up Jimmy’s no. 43”
I could hear the sounds of singing, but the entrance wasn’t clear
Iron bars in front, stairs that just went down
And this fellow smoking a cigarette
 
I don’t even like whisky
But your eyes are green
And there is a kindness about
The way you seem
 
It turns out the bartender was the one I’d seen
I got avocado tacos, listened to the people sing
I sang a few myself, I was going to leave
He said, “What about a whisky ‘fore you go?”
 
I don’t even like whisky…
 
I had no money but he said, “No, it’s on me”
He poured me samples, one at a time
His sister came in with a friend to have a beer
He talked like he’d known us all for years
 
I don’t even like whisky…
 
He walked his sister home, and me, I got lost
We dispersed into the grid, walking off into the night
I tried to make sense of the pattern of the streets
But I didn’t mind
Getting lost is fine…
 
I don’t even like whisky
But your eyes are green
And there is a kindness about
The way you seem
And there is a kindness about
You
 


Joaquín Contreras – Little More Better




Joaquin Contreras – story source, guitar


Alex Wilder – musical sherpa, upright bass, vocals


Chloë Isis, Will Foote – musical sherpas, vocals
 
Songs with Joaquin

I Just Came to Pray
 


Little More Better – live two-track recording
 
After leaving Home for school, Joaquin wrestles with being away from his family after three of his relatives perish in a shooting.

 

My grandfather used to drive me
to school every morning,
He loved to listen to the blues
I know he’d have wanted me to go
 
Now I’m far from home
Then I remember his voice
That sweet lovin’ sound
And I feel a little more better
 
My uncle always had
a good attitude in life
And told me “do something you love
and you’ll be alright.”
 
Now I’m far from home
Then I remember his voice
That sweet lovin’ sound
And I feel a little more better
 
22, still so young
My cousin didn’t deserve it
He had two little girls
He had a lot going for him
 
A kid went into the shop that day
Took their lives with a gun
It broke my family’s hearts
Every single one
 
Now I’m far from home
Then I remember his voice
That sweet lovin’ sound
And I feel a little more better
 
Now I’m far from home
Then I remember his voice
That sweet lovin’ sound
And I feel a little more better

 
 


Ariane Curtin-Bowen – Taking a Moment



Ariane Curtin-Bowen – story source
Quincy, Massachusetts

Chloë Isis
– vocals

Alex Wilder – piano, bass, vocals

Rohan Edwards – musical sherpa

Jeb Smereck – acoustic guitar

Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa, classical guitar
 
Bridge melody by Will Foote, Chloë Isis, Alex Wilder, and Malcolm Brooks
 
Produced by Alex Wilder
 


Taking a Moment
Born to parents with opposite temperaments, Ariane Curtin-Bowen asks herself whether she takes after her mother or her father.
 
With my mom we stand in one spot
For five minutes and take in the view
With my dad, he’d go shopping
While I do like the feeling of moving on
For five minutes or longer
I prefer taking a moment
 
I remember at Disney World
A tram went round in a circle
I rode over and over
While I do like the feeling of moving on
For five minutes or longer
I prefer taking a moment
 
There’s a difference between being peaceful
And doing nothing at all
I prefer taking a moment
Before the moment is gone
 
When I went to Deer Island with you
We would stop and look at the fog
We would stop, watch the ocean
While I do like the feeling of moving on
For five minutes or longer
I prefer taking a moment



Grace Tamlyn – Cat Sitting



Grace Tamlyn, Houston, Texas
story source

Chloë Isis – musical sherpa, vocals

Olivia Goodwin-Cook – backing vocals

Clio Berta – vocal arrangement

Alex Wilder – bass, keyboard

Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa, guitar
 
Produced by Alex Wilder
 


Cat Sitting
Grace Tamlyn vacillates between compassion and ambivalence. She raises the question, can you care for someone even if they never care back?
 
The cat was never playful
But I was getting paid
A friend came over
The cat bit my friend
So she didn’t come over again
 
So I always cat sit in the summer
I did this for what felt like six years
Never spent much time with the cat
Till the day he died
Never spent much time with the cat
I was told to play with him
But he napped the whole time
 
I would try to pet him
And he would try to bite
Why are you trying to bite me?
I’m just being nice
Am I just a stranger in the house
 
So I always cat sit in the summer
I did this for what felt like six years
Never spent much time with the cat
Till the day he died
Never spent much time with the cat
I was told to play with him
But he napped the whole time
 
He sits in the house
All day by himself
I think he was angry
His mom wasn’t home
 
He would greet me,
With his meow
I’ve never been a cat person
He was really loud
I could be a cat person but I just I don’t want to.
 
So I always cat sit in the summer
I did this for what felt like six years
Never spent much time with the cat
Till the day he died
Never spent much time with the cat
I was told to play with him
But he napped the whole time
But he napped the whole time

 


Caroline Rex-Waller – The Same Way



Caroline Rex-Waller – story source

Chloë Isis – musical sherpa, vocals

Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
Alex Wilder – piano, guitars, bass, vocals
 
Produced by Alex Wilder


The Same Way
Caroline Rex-Waller follows the suggestion of a popular girl in school and regrets what happens next.
 
It was the last day of school.
Josh had a crush on a popular girl.
He asked me if I would take
His yearbook to her and ask her to sign.
She said, “You know what would be funny?
If we wrote something mean
And signed my name.”
 
I should’ve known that
The same way joy ripples outward,
So does cruelty,
So what will be
The ripples that I want to cause.
 
I don’t recall the words I wrote,
“I hate you” or something as thoughtless as that.
He said, “Did she write these words?”
He looked at me sadly when I said she did.
Then the realization
Of what I had written
And could not unwrite.
 
I should’ve known that
The same way joy ripples outward,
So does cruelty,
So what will be
The ripples that I want to cause.
(Joy I want)
 
I never got in trouble and I always thought
I‘d meet Josh again and apologize,
But he died in an accident.
Wish I’d known
 
The same way joy ripples outward,
So does cruelty,
So what will be
The ripples that I want to cause.
(Joy I want to cause,
Joy I want)


Chloë Isis – Necklace (and more)



Chloë Isis – story source
West Bath, Maine
 
Chloë Isis, Alex Wilder – vocals
Alex Wilder, Malcolm Brooks – guitars
Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
 
Produced by Alex Wilder
Songs with Chloë:

 


Necklace
Chloë Isis loses a green necklace near the beach, and then with a storm coming, and no one to help her, she realizes she’s lost more than she thought.

You’re looking for your green necklace
That you lost
It’s on a long chain
When you were climbing trees
In your bare feet
You dropped it on the ground
 
That necklace was more than jewelry
There’s more to something than what you see
 
It looks like there’s a storm coming
In the west
The water sounds like wind
You can hear it echo in the cove
Down below
You feel some drops of rain
 
That necklace was more than jewelry
There’s more to something than what you see
 
You didn’t think to stop
To take your necklace off
It came all the way from Istanbul
From someone who loves you
Who loves you
 
Everyone is running down there
On the shore
The storm is drawing near
No one’s gonna help you find that necklace
That you lost
You’re the only one, the only one (still here)
 
That necklace was more than jewelry
There’s more to something than what you see

A live rendition:


Lucas Fischer – Everywhere I Want to Be



Lucas Fischer, Rockport, Maine – Story Source, vocals, piano

Hazel Delehey, Leadville, Colorado – vocals

Jeb Smereck, Camden, Maine – guitars
Amalfi coast, Italy – waves recorded by
Alex Wilder on January 14, 2017

Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa

Alex Wilder – electric bass, organ
 
Produced by Alex Wilder
 


Utah, Cuba, Italy, and Newfoundland may seem so different from one another, but to Lucas Fischer they all share something: they are all hard to leave.
 
When I was in Utah
Driving down the road
Mesas in the distance, I felt so free
Completely detached
From all I was used to, I want to go back
 
When I was in Cuba
The buildings, the cars
Felt like visting a time capsule
An island from the 50s
How I miss that place
 
I want to be everywhere I want to be
‘Cause I don’t want to be missing changes
When I go to other places, when I leave
I feel so sad, ‘cause I may not come back
 
Visiting Venezia
Surrounded by sea
Gondolas floating down the canal
Venice is sinking
Narrow arches, narrow streets
 
Driving in Newfoundland, so remote
Land and water, hardly a tree
A sign says, “Watch out
For rocks carried by the breeze.”
 
I want to be everywhere I want to be
‘Cause I don’t want to be missing changes
When I go to other places, when I leave
I feel so sad, ‘cause I may not come back
 
If I could be in a different place
In a different place every day
It would be normal to me
I want to go back and take photographs
Mental photographs of things I see
Everywhere I want to be
 
I want to be everywhere I want to be
‘Cause I don’t want to be missing changes
When I go to other places, when I leave
I feel so sad, ‘cause I may not come back


Nora Willauer – Did She Change (and more)



Purchase: The Push Farther Project’s Second Album

Nora Willauer – musical sherpa, vocals, cello
Will Foote – musical sherpa, vocals, percussion
Alex Wilder – musical sherpa, vocals, guitars, bass
Malcolm Brooks – story source

 
 


A story from Zoot coffee shop in Camden, Maine, where a coffee drinker looks out the window and sees a casual friend walk by. The friend then stops, dances a moment and blows a kiss, leaving our coffee drinker to wonder about what or who has changed.
 
I was sitting at a coffee house,
Looking out the window.
I saw my friend walking by,
Blowing me a kiss.
 
Did she change?
Or did I change?
Or was I wrong all this time?
 
For the talking we’ve done before,
She was the calm and wise one.
She said I was afraid to feel
The size of my emotions.
 
Did she change…
 
When I started spending time with her,
I said I’m afraid I’ll fall in love with you.
Then she laughed, said it would never work out,
And yet this morning she blew a kiss.
What’s going on?
 
I’m still sitting at a coffee house,
Dazed and amazed.
I want to call her and ask her out.
I bet she’d say,
 
Did she change?
Or did I change?
Or was I wrong all this time?

 
© 2016 Beauchamp Point Music
 
Produced by Alex Wilder
 
Songs with Nora:


Fabiola Ferrero – Soy yo y el silencio


Soy Yo y El Silencio


Fabiola Ferrero, Caracas, Venezuela

Nora Willauer, vocals, cello

Alex Wilder, vocals, piano

Premiered at Bay Chamber Concerts
Performance on the Widow’s Watch
Rockport, Maine, August 20, 2017



 
Writers:
Fabiola Ferrero – Story Source
Nora Willauer, Alex Wilder, Will Foote, Malcolm Brooks – Musical Sherpas
 
Produced by Alex Wilder
 


Fabiola Ferrero reexamines her path as a photojournalist, looking out into the world and also into herself. (English translation below)
 
Yo soy periodista
Llego acá no hay nada
Cerrada en cuatro paredes
En esta ciudad
 
Empecé a meditar
Como un intento desesperado
Eso es lo que hace
La gente que está perdida
 
Soy yo y el silencio
Me he estado esfumando
Quiero conseguir un nuevo camino
No puedo seguir perdida
 
Estaba lloviendo
Y salí con la capucha puesta
Un muchacho en la calle
Me pide y yo no tengo
 
Me dice – que te pasa
Digo nada, podemos hablar?
Me cuenta su historia
Yo le digo de la mía
 
Soy yo y el silencio
Me he estado esfumando
Quiero conseguir un nuevo camino
No puedo seguir perdida
 
Hice fotos y fotos y fotos
Volteé la cámara hacia mi
Voltearla fue traumático—
No me gustó lo que vi
 
Solo hubo algo
Que me dijo – ya estás lista
Conseguí mi mejor compania
Que soy yo misma.
 
Soy yo y el silencio
Me he estado esfumando
Quiero conseguir un nuevo camino
No puedo seguir perdida

 
I’m a reporter
I arrive here and there is nothing
I’m enclosed within four walls
In this city
 
I began to meditate
As a desperate attempt
That is what
Lost people do
 
It’s me and the silence
I have been evaporating
I want to find a new way
I can’t continue to be lost
 
It was raining
And I left with my hood up
A boy in the street
Asks me for money and I have none
 
He asks me, “What’s wrong with you?”
I say, “Nothing. Can we talk?”
He tells me his story
And I tell him mine
 
It’s me and the silence…
 
I took photos and photos and photos
I turned the camera around toward myself
It was traumatic
I didn’t like what I saw
 
It’s me and the silence…
 
It was just something
That told me “Now you’re ready.”
I gained the best companionship:
Myself
 
It’s me and the silence…
 
An earlier live sketch of the song,
Nora Willauer and Alex Wilder,
live in Barcelona:


Ben Adams – Nestled in the Pines



Setting of Nestled in the Pines

Writers:
Ben Adams, Isleboro, Maine (not pictured) – story source
Nora Willauer, Alex Wilder, Will Foote, Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpas
 

Alex Wilder, vocals, guitars

Barbara Brooks – vocals
 
Produced by Alex Wilder
 


Ben Adams and his bride learn that not everyone welcomes a young couple in love.

Whirlwind romance, western Mongolia,
A family says we can stay with them.
Local police say no strangers.
An old lady takes us to the snow line,
And hides us in the trees.
 
We were nestled in the pines, in snow with sheep skins.
There was no one going to find us.
Nestled in the pines, we were all we had.
 
Local police are getting drunker.
I look at you, you look back at me.
We look at them, they’re coming closer,
Middle of the night at the snow line,
We’re hiding in the trees.
 
We were nestled in the pines, in snow with sheep skins…
 
Years later, we’re married.
I thought it was all amusing.
Years later, you tell me
You thought we were going to die
 
Nestled in the pines…

 


Kayla Wing – Bay Chamber–Carnegie Hall Lullaby Project – Brings Tears to My Eyes




Kayla Wing
Rockport, Maine
 
Writers:
Kayla Wing – story source
Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
 
Recording:
Sorcha Cribben-Merrill, April Reed-Cox – vocals
Sorcha Cribben-Merrill, Malcolm Brooks – guitars
Sarah Glenn – violin
Nate Martin – bass

April Reed-Cox

Jud Caswell – engineering and mastering


Brings Tears to My Eyes
As young mother Kayla Wing works her way to a high school degree, she marvels at how her three-year old son comforts his little sister.
 
When Bryson holds Karley,
She looks up into his eyes.
He says, I love you.
Brings tears to my eyes,
Makes so grateful
God gave me this gift.
 
When Bryson is saying,
It’s going to be okay,
Mamma’s going to be right there,
Brings tears to my eyes,
Makes so grateful
God gave me this gift.


Sorcha Cribben-Merrill
photo by Neale Eckstein

Sarah Glenn, Malcolm Brooks, Sorcha Cribben-Merrill, April Reed-Cox, Nate Martin
photo by Andrea Vassallo


Jillian Galloway – Looking for a Car Like That


Writers:
Jillian Galloway – story source
Melodi Var Öngel, Chloë Isis,
Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpas


Jillian Galloway, Melodi Var Öngel
Clio Berta
Clio Berta – vocals

Chloë Isis – vocals

Alex Wilder – bass, organ

Will Foote – electric guitar

Malcolm Brooks – guitar
 
Produced by Alex Wilder
 
 


In January of 2017, Melodi Var Öngel came to Maine and collaborated with Jillian Galloway on this documentary song about a vintage Volvo. The summer before, Jillian had seen the Volvo with a for sale sign on the side of the road in Acadia. Now here it was winter, but that Volvo remained on her mind. As the song reveals, Jillian has her own sense of what’s important.
 

Up to the beaches,
Feeling really salty,
We had all the windows down.

 
There was this old car.
It looked forgotten.
Volvo 240.
 
Navy blue, leather seats,
Jump seat in the back,
Been looking for a car like that.
 
Had to check this car out.
We sat in every seat.
Tested out the steering wheel.
 
My dad walked up the driveway,
Knocked and rang the doorbell.
No answer from inside.
 
Navy blue, leather seats…
 
I was sad
I had to leave that car behind,
But I get hopeful
Any time
Someone mentions a Volvo 240.
Maybe that’s the one I’ll find.
 
People drive their trucks around
It makes them feel powerful,
This car was not like that.
 
People don’t realize
All the life in old things
Forgotten on the side of the road
 
Navy blue, leather seats…

 
 


Lester Tenney –Washington State Red Apples



Lester Tenney, story source
Carlsbad, California
 

Will Foote – musical sherpa, vocals

Molly Hamilton – vocals

Alex Wilder – musical sherpa, piano, guitar, and vocals
Eliza Cuevas – organ

Chris Finn – vocals

Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa, bass, vocals
 
Produced by Alex Wilder


Before his passing at the age of 96 in early 2017, Lester Tenney recounted this story and inspired this blues song about finding hope during World War II. After Lester heard Will Foote on a sketch recording, he requested a CD so that he could practice singing like Will. He and Will differed in age by 73 years, but something about this song bridged that gap.
 
Lyrics:
When we walked by the Filipino’s hut,
We saw the apples and we knew
Americans were sending us a message, saying
Prisoners, we have not forgotten you.
We were Americans on a death walk,
Prisoners of the Japanese.
We didn’t know whether we were going to live
To walk, to walk, to walk another ten feet.
 
Then I saw those Washington State red apples
From the U.S. submarines.
I saw those Washington State red apples
Like a thorn to the Japanese.
I saw those Washington State red apples
Like a comfort to me.
 
The guards looked at the apples.
They were a such a shock to see,
Because bananas, papayas, and mangos
Filipinos had all of these.
The guards had Japanese money
Filipinos didn’t want.
They didn’t want to sell those apples.
They were only there, only there, only there to taunt
 
And I saw those Washington State red apples…
 
I said to my buddy as we walked along,
Take a look at that.
Sometimes it only takes one or two apples
To say a whole paragraph.
I felt better about my circumstances,
Remembered by my countrymen.
When I saw those big red apples, I swore
I was going to make, gonna make it, gonna make it home again.
 
And I saw those Washington State red apples…
 
 


Dagmar Gmachl – Προχώρα πέρα (Push Farther in Greek)



Dagmar Gmachl, Salzburg, Austria
translation, vocals

Louisa Stancioff, vocals
 

Malcolm Brooks, guitar
 

Alex Wilder, producer


Προχώρα πέρα (Push Farther in Greek)
Dagmar Gmachl translated two of Will Foote’s Push Farther experiences from English into Greek. Then Chloë Isis wrote out a phonetic version, and she, Clio Berta, and Louisa Stancioff added the harmonies.
 
Μια νύχτα ανέβηκα ψηλά
Να κάτσω επάνω στο σιλό
Που δεν το ξέρουνε πολλοί
150 πόδια από τη γη
Βρήκα τραπεζάκι γιά μεζέ
Κοίταγα τ’αστέρια, ανάσαινα
Προχώρα πέρα, μου λεν τ’αστέρια
Προχώρα πέρα, λένε
 
Λόφοι και γη της Νέας Υόρκης
Μου θυμίζουν τον ωκεανό
Οσο πρωχοράς στη θάλασσα
Παφλάζουν φύκια αντί για νερό
Χωρίς αμάξι πως να φτάσεις μακριά
Mε ποδήλατο είναι και μακρύτερα
Προχώρα πέρα, μου λεν τα κύματα του αγρού
Ποχώρα πέρα, μου λένε
 

Clio Berta, vocals
 

Chloë Isis, vocals
 


崔憶雨 Yiyu Cui – The Right to Love



Yiyu Cui story source
Shanghai, China

Chloë Isis musical sherpa, lead vocals

Clio Berta lead vocals

Alex Wilder visionary, arranger, guitars

Caleb Edwards descant

Hazel Delehey backing vocals
 
Produced by Alex Wilder


Yiyu Cui left her home country, but that doesn’t mean she can leave home. Her family has a long reach.
 
I was raised by my grandma.
My parents are always busy.
When I wake in the morning,
They’re already at work.
They sent me to boarding school
Since kindergarten.
My dad used to hit me
And he drinks a lot.
 
I want to play guitar,
Do art, and dance,
And to have the right to love
Who I want to love.
 
Seventh grade,
One of my friends
Came to America.
Told my mom
I want to go there.
I want to go there, too.
I want to stay far away
From my family.
They try to control me
Even though I’m here.
 
I want to play guitar,
Do art, and dance,
And to have the right to love
Who I want to love.
They think that’s a waste of time,
But I would sing for you.
I would ask you to sing
With me.
 
I met this guy this year.
I fell in love with him.
My parents are really mad.
They threaten to take me home.
 
I want to play guitar,
(The right to love)
Do art, and dance,
(I want to have)
And to have the right to love
(The right to love)
Who I want to love…

 

Molly Hamilton backing vocals, descant

Meredith Luce backing vocals
 


Cat Bennett – We Band Together



Cat Bennett, story source
Canton, New York
 

Will Foote – musical sherpa

Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
 
Produced by Alex Wilder
 


We Band Together
Cat Bennett, a farmer in upstate New York, reveals her experience of the changing American dream.
 
What do you do when money fails?
For me, wealth was measured in healthy food
And getting to play outside. I never noticed we were poor,
I had cows to hug and trees to climb.
 
But now, as the whole world falls apart,
As the whole world falls apart,
We band together, keep each other going,
Side by side.
We band together, keep each other going
To survive.
 
My mom is on a medication.
Last night she said to bring some over to Rose.
She needs a bottle, and we have three or four.
We’re family, we’re neighbors, and she could use some more.
 
So now, as the whole world falls apart…
We band together….
 
Throwing cedar posts in the back of the car,
We turn around and see this man.
He’s the type of person who we wouldn’t know,
Lending us a hand.
 
We band together….


Zoe River – I Was There First



Zoe River (not pictured) and Melodi Var Öngel and Chloë Isis
 
Writers:
Zoe River – story source, Melodi Var Öngel, Chloë Isis, Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpas
Recording:
Zoe River, Melodi Var Öngel, Chloë Isis – vocals
Malcolm Brooks – guitar


I Was There First

“I don’t know whether to laugh or cry,” says Chloë Isis about this song. Zoe River’s relationship with her mother may be humorous and tragic. It may also not be unique.
 
I had my father’s camera
On the outer isles of Scotland,
Made a self-portrait
On the beach.
 
My mother saw my picture.
She said she was there.
My father took her portrait
20 years ago.
 
You never give up hoping
Your mother is the rock in your life.
But everywhere I went, she said,
I was there, I was there,
I was there, I was there first.
 
On my 18th birthday,
She asked, what shall we do?
I said, can we go to
The art museum.
 
She said, we are going
Antique shopping,
She said, it’s not about you
It’s about me.
 
You never give up hoping….
 
I put the whole Atlantic ocean between us,
Was silent for a year.
I put the whole Atlantic ocean between us,
And still, and still…
 
You never give up hoping
Your mother is the rock in your life.
But everywhere I went, she said,
I was there, I was there,
I was there, I was there first.


Jeb Smereck – When the Sun Comes Up



Jeb Smereck (musical sherpa)
Camden, Maine

Malcolm Brooks (story source)

Chloë Isis (vocals)


When the Sun Will Come Up

Malcolm Brooks worries about a friend in Boston, thinking no new news could be bad news. But a post online reveals a different story.
 
Writers:
Malcolm Brooks – story source, Jeb Smereck – musical sherpa
Recording:
Malcolm Brooks, Chloë Isis – vocals
Jeb Smereck – guitars
 
Well, I haven’t heard a word from my friend John
All this long, dark, lonely winter.
I can picture him walking to the coffee shop
On this dreary morning.
 
Gotta keep going, keep working, keep waiting,
Cause you never know when the sun will come up.
Gotta keep going, keep working, keep waiting,
Cause you never know.
 
I could drive down to Boston to the coffee shop.
I could pay John a visit.
Oh, why do I worry about everyone
On this dreary morning?
 
Gotta keep going, keep working, keep waiting….
 
I just saw a post online, a film of John,
Smiling, talking with a pretty customer.
Somebody else wrote, John, send me some coffee
And yourself as well.
 
Gotta keep going, keep working, keep waiting….


Caleb Edwards – Ravens



Caleb Edwards
Camden, Maine
 
Writers:
Caleb Edwards – story source
Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
 
Recording:
Caleb Edwards – lead vocal, mandolin, violin, acoustic drums, standup bass
Isaiah Doble – harmony vocal
Malcolm Brooks – guitar

Isaiah Doble and Caleb Edwards
 
An additional song with Caleb:

  • Where My Eyes Should Go

  • Ravens
    After crossing the Knife Edge to the summit of Mount Katahdin, Caleb Edwards finds that hiking down with someone can be harder than hiking up.

    Through the rain and winds
    And the steep terrain
    And the long trail down
    Don’t look now there’s a hundred foot drop,
    No don’t look now there’s a hundred foot drop below
     
    We were sore and tired
    Began to fight
    Over little things
    Don’t look now there’s a hundred foot drop,
    No don’t look now there’s a hundred foot drop below
     
    Why can’t we be
    Sitting on the mountain top
    With you and me together
    Watching these ravens fly around us
     
    By this glacier stream
    I feel us drift apart
    And it makes me sad
    Don’t look now there’s a hundred foot drop,
    No don’t look now there’s a hundred foot drop below
     
    Why can’t we be
    Sitting on the mountain top
    With you and me together
    Watching these ravens fly around us
     
    We just kind of sat in that water
    And relaxed everything
    I felt really good about it
    And then You looked up and said
    Wow look what we did
    Wow look what we did, and you said
     
    Why can’t we be
    Sitting on the mountain top
    With you and me together
    Watching these ravens fly around us


    Becky Schaeffer – Carnegie Hall – Bay Chamber Lullaby Project – Abigail, It’s Time to Go to Bed



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    Becky Schaeffer (not pictured), Bay Chamber Artists
    Rockport, Maine
    Abigail’s Bedtime Lullaby
    Writers:
    Becky Schaeffer – story source
    Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
    Written as part of the Wayfinder Schools’ Passages Program
     
    Recorded by: Bay Chamber Artists
    Sorcha Cribben-Merrill – vocals, guitar
    April Reed-Cox – vocals, cello
    Malcolm Brooks – guitar
    Nate Martin – bass
    John Mehrmann – vocals, drums, piano
    Jud Caswell – engineering and mixing
     


    Abigail’s Bedtime Lullaby
    In hopes of helping her daughter Abigail sleep, Becky Schaeffer tells her about her resemblances to her mom and dad, and how easy-going and calm she is, even when biting her dad’s nose.
     
    Abigail, it’s time to go to bed
    We’re going to bounce you
    We’re going to rock you
    And then you’ll go to sleep
     
    You have my big eyes
    You have my curly hair
    When I see your face
    I can see your dad
    Abigail, it’s time to go to bed
     
    When you’re teething, you don’t cry
    You’re so very calm
    You sit there and smile
    You love biting Daddy’s nose
     
    Abigail, it’s time to go to bed
    We’re going to bounce you
    We’re going to rock you
    And then you’ll go to sleep


    Sarah Bullitt – Mellow


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    Sarah Bullitt and the Push Farther Project
    Rockport, Maine
     
    Writers:

    Sarah Bullitt – story source
    Nora Willauer, Will Foote, Alex Wilder – musical sherpas
     
    Recording:
    The Push Farther Project


    I Called Him Mellow
    Sarah Bullitt lost a beloved feline friend, but then again, maybe not.

    I had a black, long haired cat
    With enormous soulful eyes
    He was my soul friend
    I called him Mellow
     
    He could walk up a wall
    He’d leap up on the trees
    He was my soul friend
    I called him Mellow
     
    One weekend I went away
    When I came home he was gone
    He was my soul friend
    I called him Mellow
     
    Calling his name through the woods
    Through the paths by my house
    Sitting under a tree and asking
    Wailing, Where is Mellow?
     
    A month later at dusk
    I looked down to the floor
    There was my soul friend
    It was Mellow
     
    He spoke without words
    Don’t worry about me
    There was my soul friend
    It was Mellow
     
    Calling his name through the woods
    Through the paths by my house
    Sitting under a tree and asking
    Wailing, Where is Mellow?
     
    He said, I love you
    And then he disappeared
    He was my soul friend
    I called him Mellow


    Alex Wilder – Either Fall or Winter (and more)



    Purchase: The Push Farther Project’s Second Album

    Alex Wilder – story source, vocals, guitars, bass
    Nora Willauer – musical sherpa, cello
    Will Foote – musical sherpa, guitar, vocals
    Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
     

     

     


    Either Fall or Winter
    In a reverie, Alex Wilder watches someone who may have hesitated too long to seize the moment — someone who begins to look familiar.
     
    He sits in a field
    And thinks about
    Where is she now
    He writes a letter, doesn’t know what it’s for
    It’s seven pages long
    But it haunts him even more
     
    Now it’s either fall or winter,
    And he can’t make up his mind.
    No he doesn’t ever call her and he hasn’t seen her since,
    It’s either fall or winter,
    But he can’t leave her behind
     
    He went to the sea
    Some time ago
    Fell in love with her
    He wanted to tell her, but decided to wait
    The summer ended soon
    And by that time he knew it was too late
     
    Now it’s either fall or winter. . .
     
    Oh where is she now?
     
    Well it’s either fall or winter,
    And he can’t make up his mind.
    He doesn’t ever call her,
    And I haven’t seen her since.
    All those conversations on the beach,
    Well it’s all my fault you’re out of reach
    And all I want is to hold your hand in mine
     
    And I can’t, no I can’t, leave you behind
     
    Songs with Alex:


    Peter Di Girolamo – Nature


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    Peter Di Girolamo
    Rockland, Maine
     
    Writers:
    Peter Di Girolamo – story source
    Chloë Isis, Rohan Edwards – musical sherpas
     
    Recorded by The Push Farther Project on the album Did She Change
     


    When Peter Di Girolamo climbs a California mountain and faces a lightning storm, he experiences an unexpected side of Mother Nature.
     
    I lived in California for a year,
    But I hadn’t been up the peaks.
    It hadn’t rained much at all.
    I decided I’d take my sleeping bag
    And climb one of those mountains.
    I didn’t take water or food with me.
     
    Nature will treat me as nature does.
    Nature will treat me as nature does.
     
    The farther up you get and it’s just rock,
    But I got right to the peak,
    Up 10,000 feet.
    I’m looking out into the sky.
    I could see one raincloud.
    Must be half a mile wide.
     
    Nature will treat me as nature does.
    Nature will treat me as nature does.
     
    It felt like something crawling in my hair,
    My hair was standing up,
    Reaching up to the cloud.
    I thought I better get out of here,
    Might get struck by lightning,
    Don’t wanna be a lightning rod.
     
    Nature will treat me as nature does.
    Nature will treat me as nature does.



    Rebecca Doyle and Ryan Flanders – Carnegie Hall – Bay Chamber Lullaby Project – I Want You to Know




    Rebecca Doyle, Ryan Flanders
    Rockport, Maine
    I Want You To Know
    Writers:
    Rebecca Doyle and Ryan Flanders – story sources
    Jessica Day and Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpas
    Written as part of the Wayfinder Schools’ Passages Program
     
    Recorded by:
    Jessica Day, Rebecca Doyle, and Ryan Flanders – vocals
    April Reed-Cox – cello
    Malcolm Brooks – guitar
    John Mehermann – percussion
    Jason Hearst and Bob Thompson – recording consulting and engineering
     


    I Want You To Know
    Rebecca Doyle and Ryan Flanders lovingly imagine childhood events for their soon-to-be-born Elena.

    I want you to know, baby, I love you.
    And there are many things that I hope you’ll do.
     
    I want to see you rake the leaves
    And do with them as you please.
     
    I want you to know…
     
    I want to see you eat cookies
    And promise to eat your veggies.
     
    I want you to know…
     
    And if you fall and skin your knees,
    I want you stand up proudly.
     
    I want you to know…


    Beverly Pacheco – Skating Outside



    Beverly Pacheco
    Writers:
    Beverly Pacheco – story source
    Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
     
    Recording:
    Beverly Pacheco, Chloë Isis – vocals
    Malcolm Brooks – guitar


    Skating Outside
    Beverly Pacheco loved to skate on her neighbor’s pond, which has been dammed to make ice to sell since a century ago.

    We’d put on our double mittens,
    Put on two pair of socks,
    And plastic bags to keep our feet
    Warm and dry.
    I loved to go
    And skate for hours and hours,
    Me and my sisters,
    Skating outside.
     
    We’d walk to the neighbors’ pond.
    It was a swollen stream.
    They dammed the stream for blocks of ice
    In years gone by.
    I loved to go
    And skate for hours and hours,
    Me and my sisters,
    Skating outside.


    Peter Galloway – Pure Medicine



    Peter Galloway

    Hope, Maine

     
    Writers:
    Peter Galloway – story source
    Jillian Galloway, Warren Galloway – musical sherpas
     
    Recording:
    Peter Galloway, Warren Galloway, Jillian Galloway – vocals
    Warren Galloway – guitar
    Jillian Galloway – piano
    Malcolm Brooks – bass
    Clare Galloway – tambourine


    Pure Medicine
    Peter Galloway discovers a secret sanctuary in an old downtown building.

    Well, you have to walk up through this long maze of staircase
    It is on the top floor in a corner through a small door
    The door was very old, had one of those old metal knobs
    White pine floor, walls so bare
     
    Pure medicine, pure medicine
    To be there and play
    Without holding back anything
     
    Big square room windows on two walls
    That open out on the church and the blue harbor
    Look out and see the mountains and my old high school
    The harbor and the downtown street
     
    Pure medicine, pure medicine…
     
    I opened up the case, took out my violin
    Played a few notes and made new melodies
    I felt like I’d blazed a new trail by myself
    Got to do things like this, keep branching out
     
    Pure medicine, pure medicine…


    Nate Martin – Stars Move Across




    Nate Martin
    Swanville, Maine

     

    Writers:
    Nate Martin – Story Source
    Malcolm Brooks, Melodi Var Ongel – Musical Sherpas

     

    Recording:
    Nate Martin, Chloë Isis – Vocal
    Malcolm Brooks – Guitar


    Stars Move Across
    Studying the movements of the stars, Nate finds a kinship with shepherds, sailors, and people throughout the centuries who marked time by the constellations.
     
    I found a book
    A guide to the stars
    Maps of the night sky
    I found Cygnus
    Over in the east
    On the horizon
     
    Stars move across
    The night sky
    Same as the sun
    Now, I keep time
    Like generations before
     
    In June, I came home
    Late one night
    Cygnus was over the house.
    How could something,
    Something so huge
    Move so quietly?
     
    Stars move across
    The night sky
    Same as the sun
    Now, I keep time
    Like generations before
     
    I once felt ignored and small
    By the people saying what was best
    Now, I’m listening to the ages
    The night feels like mine
    Stars move across…
     
    Stars move across
    The night sky
    Same as the sun
    Now, I keep time
    Like generations before


    Annabel Milisa-Parker – He Would Squeeze My Hand




    Annabel Milisa-Parker – story source, vocal
    Rockport, Maine
    Melodi Var Ongel – musical sherpa, piano
    Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
     


    He Would Squeeze My Hand (live iPhone recording)
    In a coffee shop on a snowy night in Maine, Annabel discovers that someone sees her differently from how she sees herself.
     
    It was the first night when it started to snow
    So, we went to a little coffee shop
    I asked him why do you like me
     
    He said, if I didn’t like you, I wouldn’t be here
    I don’t deserve to make him sad
    I said that you should have someone happy
     
    He doesn’t say many words
    But he would squeeze my hand
     
    He was handsome and 3 years older than me
    He had more time to grow up
    Sometimes, his age made me feel younger
     
    He doesn’t say many words
    But he would squeeze my hand
     
    I told him to tell me about his imperfections
    He said something that I can’t say
    He sees me the way I see him
    He sees himself the way I see me
     
    He doesn’t say many words
    But he would squeeze my hand
     
    We didn’t stop holding hands
    As we got up from the table
    We kissed in the snow
     
    He doesn’t say many words
    But he would squeeze my hand


    Chris Finn – Whales at Midnight



    Chris Finn, Camden, Maine – Story Source, guitar, vocals

    Melodi Var Ongel – Musical Sherpa, guitar, vocals

    Malcolm Brooks – Musical Sherpa, guitar, vocals
     

    More songs with Chris:

  • Where My Eyes Should Go
  • Prodigal Man
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    Whales at Midnight (live recording)
    During sailing at night, Chris hears some sounds that make him wonder what these sounds might be.
     
    Sailing off an island
    It was midnight
    Sounds coming from the sea
    I thought they were birds
    Too late for the land birds
    Am I sailing with a pod of whales?

     

    Were there whales, I heard whales at midnight.
    I wonder was it was all a dream

     

    I wonder where they came from
    How deep did they swim
    What did they say to each other
    I sailed for an hour
    For an hour, with them singing
    And then they were gone

     

    Were there whales, I heard whales at midnight.
    I wonder was it all a dream

     

    When I woke up in the morning
    In a harbor that I knew
    Fishing boats and ferries
    Bulldozers on the dock
    I sat there in my boat
    In this world
    Of my own

     

    Were there whales, I heard whales at midnight.
    I wonder was it all a dream


    Georgia Mahonen – He Was God’s Gift




    Georgia Mahonen – story source
    Camden, Maine
     
    Georgia Mahonen, Barbara Lyons – melody sources
    Chloë Isis, Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpas
     


    God’s Gift (live iPhone recording)
    Georgia takes a second look at the man who once was the boy she and her friends taunted in childhood.
     
    There was a young gentleman
    He wore white flannel pants
    My friend and I would throw rocks
    In the mud and he’d get splashed
     
    He was God’s gift
    I still miss him every day
     
    Then came the war, World War II
    We did a lot of growing up
    I heard someone call my name
    There he stood, in uniform
     
    He was God’s gift
    I still miss him every day
     
    He asked me to marry him
    When I said no, he asked again
    The third time I said yes
    Maybe he won’t ask again
     
    He was God’s gift
    I still miss him every day
     
    We raised two daughters
    42 years of love
    He was ill over 2 years
    And then he passed away
     
    He was God’s gift
    I still miss him every day


    Riley Duggan – The Good Parts of My Life


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    Riley Duggan

    Camden, Maine

     

    Riley Duggan was one of the first songwriters to explore Documentary Songwriting at Bay Chamber Concerts and Music School.
     
    Writers:
    Story Source: Riley Duggan
    Musical Sherpas: Cooper Krause, Orion Krause, Cody Prandelli


    The Good Parts of My Life

    Riley Duggan weaves four experiences into a philosophy.
     

    It’s sort of interesting
    How you feel life’s full of stories
    But when you actually have to think of one
    Nothing comes to mind
    Although I don’t have a specific
    Story to tell I do
    Have a good amount of memories
    And moments and good times

    I guess I’ll have to mention
    One of the first good days of the year
    When it was sunny out
    And we were outside at the back of the school
    Working on this Old Man John song
    And it was a pretty good time
    Although the song was pretty much done
    We all laughed and once we heard
    Brennan’s deep bass we knew we had it

     

    Another time I can remember
    Was the day at my house and we traveled
    Along in this field and got to this rocky beach
    And although it was snowing
    It was warmest day we’d had in a while
    And we sat on the beach on my jacket
    And looked up at the snow
    We had a philosophical discussion
    And talked about philosophy and talked about life for awhile
    Even though we were just sitting on the beach I swear
    For a moment we really were there in hyper space
    With the falling snow

     

    Another memory i can’t forget
    One about the burning grilled cheese incident
    At my house
    We were distracted for 20 minutes – too long
    And we all smelled a peculiar stench
    Only to remember burning grilled cheese.
    I ran to the kitchen
    And to my surprise
    A blanket of smoke flew into my eyes
    I ran out the door and had quick snack
    And told my friends
    That sandwich ain’t coming back

     

    I guess also remember this one moment or time
    When I had to leave for the summer
    It was one of these last spring nights
    I was skating around with my friend Mike
    Dwelling on the unfortunate situation of my leave
    And although I was sad to leave
    It was a good moment after all
    Because Mike made me feel so much better about it

    So I guess I didn’t really have a story at all
    But I did have a few moments off the top of my head
    Probably more meaningful than any story I could have had
    Even though they are simple
    Even though they are simple
    They really represent
    The good parts of my life


    Rhianna Claire – Two Roller Coasters, Comfort Food

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    Rhianna Claire

    Rockland, Maine

     
    Two Rollercoasters
    Writers:
    Rhianna Claire – story source
    Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
     
    Rhianna Claire and her partner may be breaking up, but they can’t get the timing right.

     
    It’s harder to talk from a place of not knowing
    I’m questioning things I don’t want to question
    And finding what they say is true,
    Your first heartbreak hurts the most
    But still I can’t really feel that feeling

     
    Chorus:
    I didn’t have time for my heart to fully break
    It’s like we’re each on our own roller coasters
    And we’re trying to bring them together into one ride but
    Two roller coasters just can’t be one ride.

     

    There’s times when I feel
    Everything is more that fine
    I feel a sense of freedom
    And there’s a mystery to life
    Then a country song comes on
    And I don’t like country except with him
    And I wish I could still call him mine

     

    Chorus

     

    There’s two huge loops
    I am the bottom going up
    He’s at the top about to go down
    He’s about to leave
    Then I’m about to leave
    Then we all start again

     

    Chorus


    Comfort Food
    Rhianna Claire stands up to doctors, psychics, and family members.
     
    Writers:
    Rhianna Claire – story source
    Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa

    Recording:
    Rhianna Claire – vocal
    Malcolm Brooks – guitar, bass
     


    My mother said I have to go off gluten
    Can you believe that she would be so evil
    And gluten has always been
    Kind of my favorite food
    And so I cried and cried and threw a fit
    I was so angry
     
    Do you have some pasta
    Do you have some crackers
    Do you have some bread
    I’ll eat it before I go home
    Or hide it under my bed
    I’ll go anywhere and everywhere for gluten
    It’s my favorite comfort food.
     
    She’d been talking to a medical intuitive
    And thought that maybe he had hacked into my mind
    And discovered my favorite food
    And told me for that reason that i could no longer eat it
    And so I rebelled
     
    Do you have some pasta…
     
    And so I later
    Figured out
    That I in fact
    Was not allergic
    To gluten
    But only to GMOs
     
    I eat a lot of bread now and I feel healthy
    In fact I had some for lunch
    It makes my tastes buds happy
    And my stomach happy
    And I am not considering running away
    And my stomach happy
    And I am not considering running away
     
    Do you have some pasta…


    Blanca Martínez – La tortuga




    Warren, Peter, and Jillian Galloway – Hope, Maine
    Blanca Martínez – story source
    Nora Willauer – musical sherpa
    Alex Wilder – musical sherpa
    Will Foote – musical sherpa
    Mariel Dowland – language consultant


    La Tortuga (Era mi mejor amiga)
    Live performance (from a smart phone) by Warren, Peter, and Jillian Galloway at Union Hall, Rockport, Maine
     
    Blanca Martínez remembers losing her childhood best friend to a fall from a terrace in Barcelona. Her best friend was her turtle.
     
    Yo era pequeña,
    cuatro años, cinco
    Dije Mamá yo quiero una tortuga.
    Pues, al final,
    compró -na tortuga.
    Era mi mejor amiga.
     
    Un día de verano,
    mi padre, estaba
    Cambiando el agua
    de la tortuguera
    La tortuga estaba
    en la terraza
    Era mi mejor amiga.
     
    Papá, se va a caer,
    El dice no, no es ton-ta.
    al cabo de un segundo
    ¡Pam!
    cayó del primer piso.
     
    Pero la tortuga
    Ella estaba bien
    De la nariz
    Un poco de sangre
    Pero en mi mente
    Me hice un trauma
    Era mi mejor amiga.
     
    Papá, se va a caer,
    El dice no, no es ton-ta.
    al cabo de un segundo
    escuché. ¡Pam!
    cayó del primer piso.
     
    Y Eric Clapton,
    así murió su hijo
    En la canción, tears in heaven.
    no tengo miedo
    de las ventanas
    era mi mejor amiga.
     
    Papá, se va a caer,
    El dice no, no es ton-ta.
    al cabo de un segundo
    escuché. ¡Pam!
    cayó del primer piso.


    Rohan Edwards – Missing Suitcase



    Ghent, New York
     
    Suitcase
    Writers:
    Rohan Edwards – Story Source
    Chloë Isis and Malcolm Brooks – Musical Sherpas


    Suitcase

    Working as a counselor at a summer camp, Rohan Edwards and his fellow counselors discover that one of them is stealing suitcases from the girls’ cabins.

     

    First report of a missing suitcase
    From the girls cabins
    A few days later someone else
    Had theirs stolen
    Then someone found all the suitcases
    Hidden in the woods
    We figured out who it was
    Taking people’s stuff

     

    Wish I could understand what’s going through her head
    Wish I could tell her what she’s doing’s wrong (x2)
    I want to feel control again
    I want to feel release
    I want the world to make sense
    Wish I could breathe

     

    They made her work in the kitchen
    She never apologized
    She didn’t seem any different
    After she was caught
    When I’d walk past with my campers
    She would come right out
    She would give them cookies
    Trying to win them over

     

    Wish I could understand what’s going through her head….

     

    I wonder if she thinks about it now
    I wonder if she regrets what she did
    I wonder if she’s changed
    I wonder if she thinks about it now
    (x2)

     

    Now, a year later,
    The summer’s really good
    A total switch from the year before
    Because she’d moved on
    But i still wonder, how could she make that
    Trouble and mistrust.
    I’m still stuck in the past
    Still stuck in the past

     

    Wish I could understand what’s going through her head…


    Clio Berta – Old Friend, Raspberries


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    Clio Berta,

    Camden, Maine:

    Old Friend
    Source: spoken personal story
     

    Raspberries on the Burnt Ground
    Source: interview with Don Mitchell by his son Roger Mitchell
    Heartfelt thanks to Dr. Pauleena MacDougall at the Maine Folklife Center at the University of Maine, Orono
    Consulting and guidance: Dr. Gerald Pocius, Memorial University of Newfoundland
    Film Design and Artwork: Clio Berta


    Words and music: Hannah Batley, Malcolm Brooks, and Rush DeNooyer
    Vocal: Hannah Batley
    Harmony: Meredith Batley
    Guitar: Malcolm Brooks
    Cello: Nora Willauer
    Violin: Sophie Davis
    Viola: Nathan Hillman
    Available on iTunes and Amazon on the “Lady on the Radio” album


    Seasons changed and you went away, but I still remembered you
    Months did pass and you saw me less, but I still remembered you
     
    Old friend, I didn’t know
    Old friend, I didn’t know I’d fall in love with you so fast,
    and four years passed,
    and I couldn’t forget that smile
    That one night in the warm yellow light you looked at me for a while
     
    Old friend, I didn’t know
    Old friend, I didn’t know
    Old friend, I miss you so
    Old friend, I miss you
     
    Winter beach, I wet my feet while you told me about your life
    And as it snowed and we got so cold, I wanted you to know
     
    Old friend, I fell for you
    Old friend, I still love you
    Old friend, I miss you so
    Old friend, I miss you


    Malcolm Brooks – My Eyes Are Looking at the Moon, Raspberries


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    Malcolm Brooks

    Rockport, Maine

    Raspberries on the Burnt Ground
    Source: interview with Don Mitchell by his son Roger Mitchell
    Heartfelt thanks to Dr. Pauleena MacDougall at the Maine Folklife Center at the University of Maine, Orono
    Consulting and guidance: Dr. Gerald Pocius, Memorial University of Newfoundland
    Film Design and Artwork: Clio Berta
     
    A documentary song collaboration with Hannah Batley and Rush DeNooyer
    Vocal: Hannah Batley
    Harmony: Meredith Batley
    Guitar: Malcolm Brooks
    Cello: Nora Willauer
    Violin: Sophie Davis
    Viola: Nathan Hillman
    Available on iTunes and Amazon on the “Lady on the Radio” album
     

    Marieke Slovin and Malcolm Brooks

    Prescott, Arizona

    My Eyes Are Looking at the Moon
     
    Writers:
    Malcolm Brooks – story source, Marieke Slovin – musical sherpa
    Malcolm Brooks looks up at the moonlit sky and confronts his own vanity.

    My eyes are looking at the moon.
    They are hiding behind these glasses.
    Want to throw them down, smash them on the ground,
    So the moon could really see me, the moon could really see me.
     
    Well, I can see the moon but it can’t see me.
    My glasses are always in between.
    There’s weakness written all over my face.
    It keeps me feeling so far away.
     
    My eyes are looking at the moon…
     
    I know I’m not supposed to feel this way.
    You can call me week, you can call me vain.
    It’s not, I swear, it’s not vanity.
    I want the world to see what I want it to see.
     
    My eyes are looking at the moon…
     
    In my imagination, I am standing someplace.
    I take my glasses off, show the moon my face.
    The moon says, “Hey now, where you gone?”
    “I can’t see you without your glasses on.”
     
    My eyes are looking at the moon.
    They are hiding behind these glasses.
    Want to throw them down, smash them on the ground,
    So you could really see me, you could really see me.
     


    Raspberries on the Burnt Ground
    As a young boy in the early 1900s, Don Mitchell witnessed a fire sweeping through his Maine village and then found delicious raspberries growing in the aftermath.
     

    The fire came, the fire came, the fire came down.
     
    Well, she started at Hasting Brook,
    Hasting Brook by the big falls.
    Between Jackson Sluice and Adam’s Rib,
    She took out a strip of land,
    And the trees, she, took them all.
     
    Then she came up, near the town line
    So they moved all the kids to Warren McGuire’s.
    Where Warren lived and Merle lived
    They moved us all out there
    To save us from the fire.
     
    She swung right toward to the river.
    That’s where she quit.
    She didn’t jump the water at all.
    And I don’t know if you’ve been down there lately,
    The trees are still so small, so small.
     
    And for years we’d pick raspberries
    Anywhere the fire came down.
    Anywhere the fire came down they grew there.
    And oh, they were beautiful on the burnt ground,
    Raspberries everywhere.
     
    The fire came, the fire came, the fire came down.
     
    Songs with Malcolm:

     


    Jessica Day – I Would Love for Her to Let Go



    I Would Love for Her to Let Go
     
    About my daughter Chloe
    Just about to turn eight
    She’s a deeply feeling child
    Just like her mama
    She’s a real worrier
    Just like her mama

     

    Chorus:
    And I would love for her to let go
    To be free, to feel peace

     

    She was born an Aries,
    I’m a Sagittarius
    We are both fire signs
    Trying to be grounded
    She’s a lovely singer
    Such a beautiful voice

     

    And I would love for her to let go…

     

    We have a ritual and bedtime
    We sing a song about angels
    She says stop, do it again
    Your smile isn’t right.
    So we sing it again
    She says your smile’s still not right

     

    And I would love for her to let go…

     

    About my daughter Chloe
    She reflects my worry
    From my busy self
    She calls me to be here
    To be present, to listen
    To slow down and see her

     

    And I would love for her to let go…


    Rosemary Logan – Canyon Song (Cottonwoods in the Distance)


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    Rosemary Logan – story source

    Flagstaff, Arizona
    Marieke Slovin – vocalist, musical sherpa
    Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
     


    Canyon Song (Cottonwoods in the Distance) (live iPhone recording)
     
    Rosemary Logan hears what people say she should do, but she also feels inside what she herself must do.
     
    There’s a place in the desert
    I’ve gone to for years
    Every time I go visit
    A journey to myself
    It’s just a dry desert wash most of the year
    When you start hiking, signs of life appear
     
    Can I find the courage
    To part with you, my love
    And nurture my own spirit
    You’re part of me, my love
    Each day you bring joy to my life, little one
    Leaving you is the hardest thing, I’ve ever done
     
    Chorus:
    There are cottonwoods in the distance
    Water in the wash
    Birds are singin’ if you listen, there are
    Bright yellow and orange rocks
    Saguaros are hanging on the cliffs and
    Somehow
    Everything sorts itself out right here
    Somehow everything sorts itself out right here
     
    I wasn’t sure just what to do but I was
    Losing my mind
    Peaceful nights disrupted
    My own needs cast aside
    People trying to tell me how to love
    What gives them the right to judge, love?
     
    So leaving was a severing
    Then the greatest joy
    It was the first time I left my baby
    The first time on my own
    It was the first time I got my body back
    In a year
    The first time I’m returning
    Here
     
    Chorus


    Liza Dale-Hallett – I Need to Feel This Place



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    Liza Dale-Hallett, story source

    Melbourne, Australia 


    Marieke Slovin – musical sherpa, vocal

    Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
     


    I Need to Feel This Place (live iPhone recording)
     
    At a conference at Concordia University in Montréal, Liza Dale-Hallett told how she had traveled from Australia to the U.S. in hopes of understanding her sister’s emigration over 3 decades ago.
     
    A story about my sister
    Who marries an American
    And her new life in America
    In a house i have not seen
    She was creating something new
    But going to something old
     
    I need to see this house,
    I need to see this street,
    My sister has been in America
    For nearly 30 years.
    To feel connected with her
    I need to feel this place
     
    The street was marked in my imaginings
    By the fact that a few doors down
    There lived a convicted murderer
    Who wore a bracelet.
    Her husband had an array
    Of weaponry for feeling secure.
     
    I need to see this house..
     
    Three thousand cooking books.
    There was so much in that house
    It was sort of broken. loved to death.
    It was sinking.
    That is my image of the house
    And my sister’s new life
     
    I need to see this house…
     
    She’s been living on the other side of the world
    Now she has moved on
    I’m gonna go now to that house
    even if she’s gone
     
    I need to see this house…


    Isaiah Doble – Sword and Shield Clashing (Battle)


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    Isaiah Doble,

    Rockport, Maine:

    Battle Song

    Source: spoken personal reverie


    I’m a young man
    I am in the war.
    I’m a blue.
    I am one of the elite,
    One of the strong and the brave
    And the fast and wise.
     
    Sword and shield clashing
    War cries
    Arrows flying,
    Sounds of horse hooves, armor clattering,
    Victory and defeat,
     
    It’s our only castle
    And we want to keep it.
    if we share
    We will starve.
    We must fight
    And defeat the foe.
    We must fight
    And defeat the foe.
     
    Sword and shield clashing..
     
    Come and join me
    In this disastrous war
    Fight by my side
    And together we will win.
    We will fight
    Till the last breath
    And we will never leave your side.
     
    Sword and shield clashing..


    Mimi Bornstein – I Think I Prayed a Lot



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    Mimi Bornstein – story source
    Washington, D.C.
    Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa
     


    I Think I Prayed a Lot (iPhone recording)
     
    I was down in Florida
    To lead the music for a Sunday service
    Working with a pickup choir
    I was kind of terrified
     
    I think I prayed a lot
    I think I prayed a lot
    I was feeling uncertain (unworthy)
    So I think I prayed a lot
     
    You get one rehearsal, maybe two,
    And I wasn’t in my power
    Everybody in that choir knew
    I was falling apart inside
     
    I think I prayed a lot…
     
    The terror’s about
    When I lose the connection
    When I lose the connection
    I think I’m all alone
    The terror’s about
    When I lose the connection
    When I lose the connection
    I think I’m all alone
     
    I put on my big girl pants
    And I showed next morning
    You just show up on a wing and a prayer
    I said, “Let’s do it,” and we did it
     
    Because I prayed a lot…


    Eleanor Nicolás – This House Feels Like a Home



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    Eleanor Nicolás,

    Amsterdam, Netherlands:

    This House Feels Like A Home

     
    Writers:
    Story Source: Eleanor Nicolás
    Musical Sherpas: Marieke Slovin, Malcolm Brooks
    Vocal: Marieke Slovin
    Artwork: Eleanor Nicolás


    When Eleanor Nicolás was a child, her family moved so frequently that Eleanor told her parents where she herself had decided to grow up.
     
    I was born in Botswana
    But I don’t remember it
    Then we moved to Zimbabwe
    But I don’t remember that either
     
    Dad was posted to Geneva
    But we lived in France
    At the school I was ignored
     
    I want to say
    This house feels like a home
    This house feels like a home
     
    Playing on the grass with my guinea pig
    When they threw the excrement
    I was scared to practice on my bicycle
    ‘Cause they would come and knock me over
     
    Things got better in Virginia
    I didn’t feel like a foreigner
    I had lots of friends
     
    I want to say
    This house feels like a home
    This house feels like a home
     
    My dad got posted to Turkey
    That was a terrible shock
    My sisters and I were harassed
    Because we were blue eyed and blonde
     
    Then I told my parents
    I was tired of moving
    I want to go to England
     
    I want to say
    This house feels like a home
    This house feels like a home
     
    Sometimes I’m still migrating in my mind
    But when I close the door
    I can leave it all behind
     
    I want to say
    This house feels like a home
    This house feels like a home


    Deb Soule – Mourning Doves Don’t Sing




    Deb Soule – story source
    Rockport, Maine
     

    Malcolm Brooks – musical sherpa, guitar

    Chloë Isis – vocals

    Will Foote – vocals


    Mourning Doves Don’t Sing (iPhone recording)
     
    For Deb Soule, mourning doves can be teachers of tenderness and healing, for people as well as for birds.
     
    I found an injured mourning dove
    Nestled in my compost pile
    Keeping herself warm
    Scattering sunflower seeds around
    I lured her to the safety
    The safety of my garden
     
    Day after day
    She came out from the trees
    To sip the water
    Held within the leaves
    Of the teasel plant
    The teasel plant
     
    Chorus:
    Mourning doves don’t sing
    They coo
    Cooing and reminding me
    The veil Between birds and women
    Is thin
     
    Sometimes her mate would call her
    Together they would converse
    In their private way
    One day she flew upwards
    Answering her mate
    Together they flew away
     
    But that was not the end,
    They came back.
    All that summer
    I could see
    Them nesting in my garden
    Nesting in my garden
     
    Mourning doves don’t sing
    They coo
    Cooing and reminding me
    The veil Between birds and women
    Is thin
     
    I went and got a bottle
    Started to collect
    The water of the teasel
    To heal my people
    To heal what has been broken
    To heal what has been broken
     
    Mourning doves don’t sing
    They coo
    Cooing and reminding me
    The veil Between birds and women

    Is thin
     


    Beth Vix – He Would Call Me Rosebud



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    Beth Vix – story source
    Camden, Maine
    Bay Chamber’s Documentary Songwriting Class – musical sherpas


    He Would Call Me Rosebud (iPhone recording)
     
    And he would sing me Edelweiss
    As I went to bed
    He would play guitar for me
    I still hear it in my head
    And he would call me Rosebud

    Unrecorded verses:

    We would watch parades
    Or going walking or anything
    I remember he would carry me
    On his shoulders
    My mom said he was kind of annoying
    Just like my little brother
     
    And he would sing me Edelweiss…
     
    He used to make little Spock ears
    Out of paper plates
    And stick them to the side of his head
    With my uncles
    He would make little animals
    Out of his vegetables at dinner
    He refused to eat anything green
     
    And he would sing me Edelweiss…
     
    When I was four, in the middle of the night
    He passed away of a disease of the heart
    And i was right there when it happened
    And mom was crying
    And I didn’t know what was going on
     
    And he would sing me Edelweiss…


    Cooper Krause – Bloody Nose Blues


    Cooper Krause
    Cooper Krause – story source

    Rockport, Maine

    Bay Chamber DocSong Class 2015 – musical sherpas


    Bloody Nose Blues (live iPhone recording)
     
    Sitting in class one day
    Bloody nose headed my way
    I didn’t know what to do
    I didn’t know what to say
    Have them bloody nose blues

    The teacher reached his pocket
    To grab a tissue for my nose
    The blood was coming out now
    Like it’s coming from a hose
    Blues, got them bloody nose blues

    But I just rubbed my nose
    A second ago and it came back
    As if it was some sort of
    Bloody nose attack
    Blues, got them bloody nose blues

    Well, at least it is my nose
    Not my ears or my mouth
    At least it is my nose
    Not somewhere else down south
    Blues, got them bloody nose blues

    But as quickly as it started
    The bloody nose is gone
    The bloody nose is over
    And so is this song
    Blues, got them bloody nose blues