Story

 

Long & Tall Tales began many years ago as one of my side projects

As a songwriter these were the most challenging and rewarding songs to work on

Turns out they all ended up on the same album together

Some are historically based, others more personal, but they all tell a story

Some are tall, all are long

 

Produced by Kelly Cavanagh

 

Andrea June - accordion

Sandra Profitt - vocals

Monik Nordine - soprano sax

Rad Juli - drums

Kelly Cavanagh - vocals

and everything else

 

Oren Fisher - mastering

 

released October 19, 2011

long & tall tales

Story

 

 

The captain of his own fishing boat is taking some of the

Acadians away with him to the south in the 1750s after the

English had driven them out of what is now Nova Scotia 

Some did make it to Louisiana and settled there

We eat their Cajun blackened fish and dance to Zydeco music

 

 

Lyrics

 

god gave us the water

and a way to race the wind

god gave us the fishes

and a way to take them in

but a man needs a harbour

a place for coming home

when the weather gets wicked

and the sea's no place to roam

 

we are sailing for another shore

we are sailing won't come no more

we are sailing for another shore

 

my father before me

his father and the brothers too

fished these waters forever

since the world was new

we called this our country

our home and native land

but all of that's finished

we're all in god's hands

 

we are sailing for another shore

we are sailing won't come no more

we are sailing for another shore

we are sailing for another shore

we are sailing won't come no more

we are sailing for another shore

 

somewhere there's a place

we can make a stand

we keep headed south

some day make louisiane

cast off at daybreak

set a course for who knows where

if you don't see me look back

it ain't cause i don't care

 

we are sailing for another shore

we are sailing won't come no more

we are sailing for another shore

we are sailing for another shore

we are sailing won't come no more

we are sailing for another shore

we are sailing for another shore

we are sailing won't come no more

we are sailing for another shore

we are sailing won't come no more

we are sailing

we are sailing

we are sailing

we are sailing

long & tall tales

Story

 

 

I like writing BIG songs

And there I was right in the middle of one

 We were evacuated for a week from Caravan Farm

After being allowed back I spent two days behind

the cookshack furiously writing and editing the lyrics

 to make it all work

Scary time

 

 

Lyrics

 

up in the mountains northwest of vernon

somewhere near falkland the trees started burning

the forests were tinder dry no rain since june

one hundred degrees plus each day before noon

then late on a friday by lightning or man

a fire was kindled and spread cross the land

high winds blew it east down below salmon arm

and straight in its path caravan farm

 

second week of its run joan henry was playing

on the farm cast and crew and their families were staying

two hours after curtain came the first call

prepare to evacuate one and all

we walked down to the gate and looked to the west

saw a mountain on fire from valley to crest

i’ll always remember till the day i am dead

that feeling of horror all silent with dread

 

look away on the mountain

where the gates of hell open wide

and the fire like a demon

comes devouring everything

nowhere to hide

 

covered in ashes when we awoke

round the cookshack we’d slept in a cloud of grey smoke

soon after dawn came the second alarm

they gave us one hour to leave the farm

children and dogs food clothes guitars

cloud of dust down the driveway caravan of cars

but still there were horses and livestock to save

down the valley they moved out wave after wave

 

look away.....

 

fire brigades knew what was in store

they’d been through the worst but this was like war

the crews and equipment the best anywhere

but even these heroes looked on in despair

the fire now a monster beyond control

the wind came howling fanning the coals

trees crowning exploding borne through the air

run for your life it’s not safe anywhere

 

look away.....

 

emergency radio six nights and days

never knew if we’d get back to our play

dry lightning and thunder fierce wind no rain

and some of these people can’t go home again

does it take a disaster to make us all see

that we’re in this together one big family

i’ll tell you the story any time you desire

year 2003 cedar hill fire

 

look away.....

 

up in the mountains northwest of vernon

somewhere near falkland trees started burning

high winds blew it east down below salmon arm

and straight in its path caravan farm

long & tall tales

Story

 

I am black Irish

due to a recessant gene supposedly traced back

to shipwrecked sailors from the Spanish Armada

Of my fifteen cousins, two of us can tan!

I fancy our forefather was Basque

 

Euskadi - the Basque name of their homeland

Philip II of Spain - the first world emperor

Armada - means "fortunate navy"

The Lizard - the southwesternmost point of England

Race built ships - Drake and Hawkins stripped the

superstructure off their ships

making them vastly superior sailing vessels

They also made it so the ship's captain was the

supreme commander at sea

Fireships - an old ship was loaded with tar and other combustibles

set ablaze and sent to ram enemy ships

 

The Spanish decided to go around the British Isles

and return through the open Atlantic to Spain

They had no maps and longtitude did not exist yet

 

 

Lyrics

 

I come from the shores of Euskadi

As a pilot I joined Philip’s fleet

And we sailed with the Spanish Armada

To give English the taste of defeat

To show them who’s lord of the sea

 

In the late 1500s the old Spanish Main

Reached around the whole world without measure

But the thorn in their side was the damn privateers

Sinking ships and stealing their treasure

 

A crusade against England, the Pope blessed us all

We left Lisbon in the fairest of weather

The world never saw such a fortunate navy

As the Spanish Armada together

 

But once in the open sea the weather turned foul

Took us weeks to catch sight of the Lizard

And our galleons and ships were no match for the Drake

Sailed his race built ships round us like a wizard

 

Duke Sidonia, our leader, was no seaman

He’d not spent a day ‘fore the mast

And he followed King Philip’s instructions

To the letter, as in stone it was cast

 

I come from the land of Euskadi

With the Basques I joined the King’s men

And we sailed with the Spanish Armada

With our galleons and thousands of men

So few of us reached home again

 

We were sailors and soldiers, we had captains and lords

And we never knew which was our master

Left the English at Plymouth and made for Calais

Dropped anchors, awaiting disaster

 

Duke Parma and his men were to meet us at sea

And an army in England we’d land

But in the night they sent fireships into our midst

We cut anchor lines and we ran

 

The next day they gave battle, but they never came near

Left the work to their cannon and gun

And our soldiers were useless and never could board

For the enemy’d fire then they’d run

 

We made for the north but a tempest blew in

Scattered us like autumn leaves

With the enemy harrying, still we went north

Round the islands to the open sea

 

Well I come from the land of Euskadi

And the Basques joined in by the score

Saw the wreck of the Spanish Armada

On Donegal’s murderous shore

I’ll never again go to war

 

Our ships were all ragged, anchors long gone

The storm threw us onto the land

The screams of the drowning men couldn’t be heard

As the mighty waves crashed on the strand

 

The ones who were lucky to make it to shore

Most were murdered, robbed, stripped to the skin

Those that lived walked the land seeking mercy from God

Or anyone who might take us in

 

In this Catholic land there’s no justice

Every man does just as he please

When I came to the home of McClancy

I thanked the Lord God on my knees

 

Now McClancy was no friend of the English

Put me under the care of his daughter

And she nursed me to health with such loving and care

That I never again took to water

 

Well I come from the land of Euskadi

And a Basque I will always be

But the wreck of the Spanish Armada

Brought me here to the arms of Colleen

And I’ll never again go to sea

long & tall tales

Story

 

 

I actually did see the bartender's glass

the ornately carved mirror from behind the bar at these hotels

They weren't really called the Terminal Hotel

but that's another story...

 

 

Lyrics

 

when the west was still so wild

the nation it was just a child

great grandaddy jack went to the end of the line

and built the terminal hotel

 

the country's backbone built from steel

the iron horse would clinch the deal

and when the work crews came to town

there was the terminal hotel

 

jack knew the men would need their rest

liquor and ladies he had the best

then late one night there came a dreadful flame

and burnt the terminal hotel

 

and they all watched it go down

yeah they all watched it go down

for days she was the talk of the town

when the terminal hotel burned down

yeah the terminal hotel burned down

 

before he thought to save his ass

he went and got the bartender's glass

and that was all that he had left

from the terminal hotel

 

by now the track stretched three hundred mile

so to the west he went in style

brand new town new lease on life

he built the terminal hotel

 

business was good he laughed his way to the bank

insurance paid and the men still drank

so he knew what to do when he heard the alarm

at the terminal hotel

 

and they all watched it go down

yeah they all watched it go down

for days she was the talk of the town

when the terminal hotel burned down

yeah the terminal hotel burned down

 

out to the west he moved again

to where the railroad now did end

he built the finest ever yet

yeah the terminal hotel

 

the ladies came and the ladies went

the liquor flowed and the silver spent

the fire burned he saved the bartender's glass

from the terminal hotel

 

and they all watched it go down

yeah they all watched it go down

for days she was the talk of the town

when the terminal hotel burned down

yeah the terminal hotel burned down

 

by now you know what happened next

no wonder some thought he was hexed

still he saw his fortune grow

from the terminal hotel

 

the conflagration lit the night

all agreed it was quite a sight

everyone was safe and sound

the whole town now gathered round

but still no sign of great grandpa jack

maybe died of a heart attack

when all a sudden in his sunday best

bartender's glass held to his chest

he made his grandest exit yet

from the terminal hotel

 

and they all watched it go down

yeah they all watched it go down

for days she was the talk of the town

when the terminal hotel burned down

yeah the terminal hotel burned down

 

now my story has been told

how do i know a tale so old

well my papa still has that bartender's glass

from when the terminal hotel burned down

yeah the terminal hotel burned down

yeah the terminal hotel burned down

long & tall tales

Story

 

 

After a long winter we decided to head south before the next one hit

we weren't really waltzing

but we managed to dance our way out of trouble

everywhere we went

 

 

Lyrics

 

out in the desert, thumbs in the air
t or c new mexico
here comes senor pedro with his convoy of junkers
to the scrapyards cross the border they go
we blew through el paso to the heart of juarez
like entering hell at high noon
i said senor por favor take us to the train
we rode south to the mexican moon

waltzing the americas with carolann’s daughter
waltzing the americas by land and by water
cross the deserts and the plains, the mountains and valleys
down the grand boulevards, the back streets and alleys
waltzing the americas

high in oaxaca roof of the world
paradise up in the sky
maybe we found the place we’re looking for
miguel said stay here for a while
she said let’s not find us any trouble
there’s no one to help us round here
i remembered her words the day she went missing
with a shotgun leveled at my ear

waltzing the americas....

carolann’s daughter was the prettiest girl
i’d ever seen in the whole wide world
loved her so much that i’d do anything
knew that someday she’d be wearing my ring

next we tried old san cristobal de las casas
pretty spanish town near the frontier
she liked it fine but she said let’s explore
take a bus to a village round here
they said we don’t get many strangers
you should go back to the town
the air kind of smelled like maybe armed revolution
for once she said let’s turn around

waltzing the americas.....

down we went to guatemala
that’s where we found rainbow’s end
our own bamboo hut at the edge of the town
by the shores of lago atitlan
next year the killings and murders would happen
the whole town went out of its mind
but the time we were there was the sweetest of all
the people so good and so kind

waltzing the americas....

carolann’s daughter had such a fine smile
everyone we met loved her, man, woman, and child
i wish them all hope, i wish them all peace
from poverty, slavery, killing, release

livingston sound of the islands
we danced like our spirirts were free
she said let’s talk, i’ve been dreaming bout home
from here just how far would that be
but cuzco, and rio, argentina, santiago
the andes, the great amazon
not even half way to tierra del fuego
but we knew we couldn’t go on


waltzing the americas.....

long & tall tales

Story

 

 

A song about freedom

and the trading of same for something else

 

 

Lyrics

 

my painted boat

painted boat full of dreams

sailed these misty islands

crossed these sunlit seas

sometimes i know my port of call

sometimes it’s anywhere at all

we’re always searching the sea

painted boat and me

 

and we go

ride the wind for free

and we go, yeah we go

painted boat and me

 

my painted boat

painted boat full of dreams

our road’s the water

our map the seven seas

we can wait out any storm

stay in harbour safe and warm

there’s no place we need to be

painted boat and me

 

and we go

ride the wind for free

and we go, yeah we go

painted boat and me

and we go, yeah we go

ride the wind wild and free

and we go, yeah we go

painted boat and me

 

my painted boat

painted boat full of dreams

came to the city

shining city by the sea

for a while i lost my way

till i found myself one day

down on the wharf by the sea

painted boat and me

 

and we go

ride the wind for free

and we go, yeah we go

painted boat and me

 

my painted boat

painted boat full of dreams

came to an island

so deep in the sea

paradise or port of call

warm hello or final landfall

this time we put out to sea

painted boat and me

 

and we go

ride the wind for free

and we go, yeah we go

painted boat and me

and we go, yeah we go

ride the wind wild and free

and we’ll go, yeah we’ll go, yeah we’ll go

painted boat and me

 

my painted boat

painted boat full of dreams

came to harbour

came in from the sea

heard the siren after all

could it be last port of call

and we never put out to sea

painted boat and me

 

will we never go

ride the wind for free

will we never go, never go

painted boat and me

 

painted lady

painted lady full of dreams

made me tarry

made me forget the sea, ah but

one day i’ll hear the foghorn blow

have to get up and go

take the lady to sea

painted boat and me

 

and we’ll go, yeah we’ll go

ride the wind for free

and we’ll go

painted boat and me

and we’ll go, yeah we’ll go

ride the wind wild and free

and we’ll go, yeah we’ll go, yeah we’ll go

painted boat and me

 

and we’ll go

wait for the sun to burn the mist

and we’ll go

wait for a fair wind from the west

and we’ll go

now we’ll just wait on the tide

and we’ll go

hoist the sail and we’ll ride

 

and we’ll go, yeah we’ll go

ride the wind for free

and we’ll go, yeah we’ll go

painted boat and me

and we’ll go, yeah we’ll go

ride the wind wild and free

and we’ll go, yeah we’ll go, yeah we’ll go, yeah we’ll go

painted boat and me

 

and we’ll go

and we’ll go

and we’ll go

and we’ll go

painted boat and me