McCoy Simonson's Jasper

by Sonic Landscape

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1.
Where the forest breaks The Valley opens below us And the peaks in the East stretch skyward to the horizon Where the water that falls from the mountain Meets the river that flows to the sea Where these two worlds meet The edge of the Fryatt Valley Where these two worlds meet The end of the Fryatt Valley As the sun sets In the heart of the Fryatt Valley The towers above us glow with a heavenly light The creek we've been chasing for hours Tumbles down the wall in the distance The snow covered peaks beyond it Beckon us on We'll have to wait 'til tomorrow Light is fading and the day is done Have to wait 'til tomorrow to carry on Fryatt lake is a waitin' Tomorrow on up the headwall home Have to wait 'til tomorrow to carry on
2.
A time of peace Was surely here to stay The Chief from the South Called a meeting As a way To settle all our quarrels And forever put away The grudges that we bear Each day We set upon preparing For the feast that would bring peace Put away our weapons And opened up our arms To the beasts Later on As the moon crept through the stars The Chief from the South And his People Met with ours And the food and the dance And the laughter kept us high On the promises of the future And the Sky Never saw the signal Never saw them leave Suddenly the warriors Were all that we could see Drawing up their weapons Nowhere could we flee Falling on us in the night The blood Of the Snakes Ran free Before the storm Our hearts did beat as one With the fire Of a thousand suns My love My love In your arms A light did keep us warm And as sure As the heavens turn My love My love
3.
03:20
Down past the falls on a long, gentle glide Through the trees and the white Of the snow In the fading winter sunlight You can still see the path that we followed in the spring Oh the joy that it did bring To our hearts On our journey down to Big Bend As the night Covers up the day And the shadows lengthen Across the snowy glades Down the Athabasca river valley Showing us the way To point our ski tips Drifting come-what-may Down to Big Bend Follow the trail 'cross the creek Down the line Leave the world we know behind Getting lost in thoughts the city makes so hard to find In the dying light of the winter sun we set off on our way Back to Edmonton again To our home A long long way from Big Bend As the night Covers up the day And the shadows lengthen Across the snowy glades Down the Athabasca river valley Showing us the way To point our ski tips Drifting come-what-may Down to Big Bend
4.
Ol' Virginia is a long way away but her children play in our park Digging in the mountain for the rock they say burns clean and clear and hot Hundreds of miners working every day putting blood and soul and heart all aboard the Railcars Eastbound for the city so our sailors won't get caught With your ear against the ground you can almost hear the sounds of the hammers falling in the shadows of these old abandoned tunnels I would swear you can still see lights in the dark On up the Fiddle valley where the trees are tall and the air is heavy with the smell of the sulphur= hot springs flowing Lie down in the pool for a while Rest your bones and let that smile Wipe the sting from the coal dust Gettin' in your eyes now. With your ear against the ground You can almost hear the sound of the the hammers falling In the shadows of these old abandoned tunnels I would swear You can still see lights in the dark In this ghost of a mining town You can see the past laid bare On the ground before you In the shadows of these old abandoned tunnels I would swear You can still see lights in the dark.
5.
03:32
All the fires are out in the meadows of the homesteads on the Athabasca shores And the lives that they built in this wildland are just a memory now of the times that came before all the plans that were laid to make the valley more John Moberly can't you see? the West's not as wild as it used to be and the word comin' down from the city is you've gotta leave. All the hard times livin' in the mountains through the feast and the famine and the cold of the wintersleep But there was always a hand when you needed never asking for more than a thanks and a hand next week oh the times that have passed of which we never speak John Moberly can't you see? the West's not as wild as it used to be and the word coming down from the city is you've gotta leave So pack up your horses and your family and pull up your roots and head to the East there's a railway comin' and they don't want you to be seen all your brothers and sisters are moving out where they can be free!
6.
02:02
Jacques Lake, Jacques Lake You'll never get a tan down on old Jacques Lake Down in the valley with the shadows and the rain Puttin' down your trap line at 'ol Jacques Lake Went down to the water Oh Lord what did I see Big old pool of white fish Starin' back at me Oh what a sight to see Goin' down to Jacques Lake following a line Down in the valley where the sun don't shine First summit second summit pickin up the trail Down past the lake with the beaver tail Went down to the water Oh Lord what did I see Big old pool of white fish Starin' back at me Oh what a sight to see
7.
In the forest of our dreams, a sliver of steel works patiently, through to the heart of the Rockies. It is driven by power and greed, for the timber and the coal seams, that lie hidden by mountains and streams. The rocks of the ridges yield, to the blast of the dynamite crew, and the railway pushes through... To the base of the pyramid, to the station called Fitzhugh. A place that will open our eyes, to something new. Waiting for the whistle call to Fitzhugh Station gazing at the rocky walls anticipation rising up dreaming of the mountaintop Standing on the platform for the Grand Trunk Westbound Images of peace and escape Still resonate From the pictures and the postcards our guides to where to go our guides to the wilderness that the lucky few know. Coming to the mountains Brule and the great gate Inspire us all to contemplate, The ties and the steel that have brought us to this place that have opened up our hearts to something to something great Waiting for the whistle call to Fitzhugh Station gazing at the rocky walls anticipation mounting up dreaming of the mountaintop. Waiting for the whistle call to Fitzhugh Station gazing at the rocky walls anticipation mounting up dreaming of the mountaintop.
8.
03:09
9.
05:30
Started with a map from a memory defined by a heart and a hunter and a culture in decline Now the time has come for the secret lake to show itself to the Europeans' face but it won't be for man to rediscover They rode where Beaver and his people went alone to the valley that is hidden where the wild beasts roam. Over passes that the mountains raised over hills through the valleys 'til at last they gazed upon the secret garden of the legends Oh Maligne in my eyes you're a mirror of the summer skies will the silence that they found here be forgotten Now the trees speak of times before the tourists cast their lines on the still and lovely waters of Chaba Imne. Three years past 'til the park reclaimed its prize when a man from the city made a call to the wise With a log and a compass true a raft in pieces and a purpose and a clue She set off with her party for the valley that she rediscovered Oh Maligne in my eyes you're a mirror of the summer skies will the silence that they found here be forgotten Now the trees speak of times before the tourists cast their lines on the still and lovely waters of Chaba Imne. They mapped out the shore and they named the place from the hills of opal to the towers of the rampart's face With the work of the survey done she returned to the city and they cast into the sun all the thoughts to leave the lake beyond the borders Oh Maligne in my eyes you're a mirror of the summer skies will the silence that they found here be forgotten Now the trees speak of times before the tourists cast their lines on the still and lovely waters of Chaba Imne
10.
Standing at the end of the line. Where the maps can't shine a light There are only the stars And our line of sight. Following the words of a guide Through forests deep and the rivers wide Following the voices inside. Bound by the Company's call To find a break in the endless wall The passage West that will make us all Following the footsteps Calling on the past to light our way The Heart of David Thompson Beats within each one of us today. Trying to do what is right For the people here for their way of life Try to keep the evil outside Take the hand of a bride Hold her close keep her by your side Until you're called to the endless night Die with a dime to your name But the memory of your life remains In the history that runs through this place Following the footsteps Calling on the past to light our way The heart of David Thompson Beats within each one of us Who wanders in the mountains Looking for a place to hide away From all of the distractions We face in all our day to day.
11.
02:59
In the spring time not a lot of water to see but a river still flows beneath our feet I know it's hard to believe Summer's coming and the river fills up we escape from the moan of the transport trucks with a dash across the desert out on the water And in the early autumn when the lake is high we'll throw our boat out on the water and we'll say goodbye to all the worries and the troubles that we try to forget in the world that we're leaving behind Last summer on the mud flats you challenged me to a death match and we wrestled in the shallow waters of Jasper Lake with a post card at our backs When the frost falls down from the mountains like leaves and the wind whips all across the valley to freeze what's left of the lake we remember Running out on the plain of the mud flats sun overhead and the sky and looking at the highway behind and falling and falling And in the early autumn when the lake is high we'll throw our boat out on the water and we'll say goodbye to all the worries and the troubles that we try to forget in the world that we're leaving behind Last summer on the mud flats you challenged me to a death match and we wrestled in the shallow waters of Jasper Lake with a post card at our backs It was just before the sunset on our way home from a day-trip and the sun was casting shadows on the mountainside and the wind swept through our hair
12.
Instrumental
13.
I can see what these words can't find in the rocks and soil of this land from the verdant creeks to the mountain peaks we are left with a part that lingers gently resting in our hearts Oh mighty Athabasca tumbling to the sea rushing river carving water cloaked in mystery from the tip of the icefield to the shallow plains you see what's come to be from the sky to the sea your ever-changing realm the legacy that you've left for me. In the night you're a thousand-million shadows lit by stars and the moonlight In the daytime you're a silver ribbon stretching for as far as my eyes can see through oceans of green If we could live each and every day as the river flows to the sea we would find our time is not as short as we make it to be we would find that time is on our side on our side In the night you're a thousand-million shadows lit by stars and the moonlight In the daytime you're a silver ribbon stretching for as far as my eyes can see through oceans of green In the night you're a thousand-million shadows lit by stars and the moonlight In the daytime you're a silver ribbon stretching for as far as my eyes can see through oceans of gre
14.
Hiding away in the valley far from the eyes of the people I met by the river I lie awake wondering what I did to warrant that volley of howls and upset Bringing back thoughts of the time before sounds in the darkness that faraway shore its been weeks since my homecoming not this again I hear the voices of men Breaking down a lifetime of trust in this town and the fear it drowns all respect that we had for the life that we shared on the ground. Scraping up berries and grasses the flora and fauna of life that I hunt in the forest but picking up scents of the masses of campfires and cooking entices me onward Laid out before me on tabletops a feast for a king I dig in and then the howls and the insults I'm running again I hear the voices of men. Breaking down a lifetime of trust in this town and the fear it drowns all respect that we had for the life that we shared in the woods I prowl now you've taken away all the land that I called home and run me out when I come out to live on the mess that you're leaving around Now comes the sigh of an ending the careless and foolish have cost us the wandering soul the hunters have captured their quarry who takes the blame for the fall of the Black Bear of Jasper?
15.
Leaving town on the South-bound highway that leads us down past creeks and streams that we know so well to be part of the spell It's not far now we've past by the five lakes and Cavell and the Iron Mountain rises and swells in our window For all it's worth this tiny lake by the river calls our names again Standing here on the rocks over the water I hold your hand It's a long way down to the cool deep blue of the water and the only sound is the wind in the leaves and in the mountains We leave the ground with a scream and a leap and a countdown and the wind rushes up as we're falling down and down and down For all it's worth this tiny lake by the river calls our names again Sliding through the thin skin of the water we hold our breath and then light opens up our eyes the darkness in the lake beneath our thrashing feet swimming to the shore we kiss another leap of faith has left us reeling in its wake.
16.
02:40
Walking to the top of the Whistlers peak Flowers and your thoughts you leave to sleep Gentle footsteps fall and a soft word spoken Distant mountaintops and the valleys open Standing at the top of the Whistlers peak Makes me wonder why we never why we never...

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A testament to the history and beauty of Jasper National Park of Canada, this album is the first in a series of albums dedicated to each of Canada's National Parks.

The album was largely recorded at the Sydney Vallance Hut, a 21km walk from the highway in the beautiful Fryatt Valley. The band packed instruments, recording gear, food, emergency gear, and a portable solar power outfit up there to to the session.

Equal parts Neil Young, Fleet Foxes, Bon Iver, Nick Drake, and Arcade Fire the music is tied together by McCoy's unique sensibilities and by the stories and history of the subject-Jasper National Park of Canada.

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released April 1, 2011

McCoy Simonson - Lead Vocals, Guitars, Percussion, Keyboards
Scratch McGhee - Harmony Vocals, Bass Guitar
Jebediah Beauchamp - Percussion
Maggie Simonson - Fiddle, Banjo, Harmony Vocals
Jhonny Balvennie - Master Woodcutter, Recording Engineer

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