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Snow Tires

by Andrew Laviolette

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1.
Runnin 03:37
The waiting’s no good. No, the waiting’s no good and I wont stick around even though I could. I’ve got a rambling heart. I’ve got a rambling mind; yes, I start my rambles from the inside. I’ve been runnin’. I’ve been long gone. I’ve been carrying on. Will you come with me? Will you come with me? Can you finger pick and sing harmony? Yes I believe you could, and I believe you can. I’ve got an empty seat, a new oil pan. I’ve been runnin’. I’ve been long gone. I’ve been carrying on. I'm coming home, first time today. I aint been home since the month of May. With my tattered clothes and my dusty shoes. My moneys all gone now I'm singing the blues. I’ve been runnin’. I’ve been long gone. I’ve been carrying on. Now mark my words and keep them near. Keep your eyes on the road don’t forget to steer. The goings tough and the tough are few. At the end of the day, its just me and you. I’ve been runnin’. I’ve been long gone. I’ve been carrying on.
2.
You could build it out of solid stone. You could build it from lumber alone. But everyday you got to look at it and call it your home. You can try shingle and nail. Pine board and batten, wrought iron rail. But baby you need a roof up when it starts to hail. We would build a wall and then raise three more. We would set some screen and hinge up a back door. We would fill our living room with shit from the free store. We would have spruce smoke out of the chimney. We would have a freezer full of moose meat and whisky. We would spend our nights looking up at the stars. Cut down some timber and build us a frame. We’ll build an outhouse and give it a name. And we’ll stretch out in the evening to work out the pain. Chink up the spaces and then we’ll move in. Lay down a mattress and have us a kid. Put all the boards in the cupboards and lose all of the lids. We would build a wall and then raise three more. We would set some screen and hinge up a back door. We would fill our living room with shit from the free store. We would have spruce smoke out of the chimney. We would have a freezer full of moose meat and whisky. We would spend our nights looking up at the stars.
3.
It took me twenty-four hours in the autumn time and when winter came twenty-six or so. I drove a fairly straight line to Grande-Vallée and then it was nothing but hills until you reach the bay. I didn’t know the land stretched this far. Where there’s plenty of road and very few cars. It’s just the luck of the draw that I found this place. A beautiful town in a far-away bay; une jolie ville s’appelle Gaspé. I didn’t think I could keep rollin’ on, but I looked up, I was in Forillon. With a postcard view round every bend, I understood the name land’s end. I didn’t know of this peninsula. Where there are plenty of folks who bleed blue blood. It’s just the luck of the draw that I found this place. A beautiful town in a far-away bay; une jolie ville s’appelle Gaspé. The Chic Choc hills are really something to see. Home to caribou and the big spruce tree. They got les baleine bleue and the humpback whale. It seems every town has got a franco-tale. I didn’t know I’d be in the same time zone. I could talk to my folks on the telephone. It’s just the luck of the draw that I found this place. A beautiful town in a far-away bay; une jolie ville s’appelle Gaspé.
4.
Well the sun's coming up I think that we should head back home. Grab your list of bad behaviour, you left it by the telephone. And if we leave right now I bet we'll keep our power. Be home in time for breakfast, coffee and a shower. Well the evening was a part, it couldn't have been better. All our friends were acting crazy, it was great to be together. And at some point I heard that somebody had tripped and fell. But there was laughter after; from whom it was hard to tell. Some of us are lost. Some of us are here. Some ride the narrow. And some keep it weird. I've been a runner, I've been fooled, I've made choices with consequence. That's why I'm here, living in the present tense.
5.
Manitoulin 03:58
I wake up, its early in the morning. The sun's hitting the trees. Another day in north Killarney; the smell of pine is in the breeze. Last night we watched a heavy sun settle. It turned a mighty red. I heard a loon sing goodnight neighbour as he was heading to bed. I've seen the northern lights in Dawson. Drank Okanagan wine. I've climbed up the rolling foothills; the Albertan kind. But its the shallow, cool, clear water that makes it tough to believe in. There could be any place that's better than ol' Manitoulin. Head north you'll find Espanola. East a Saturday song. Take a lazy southern boat ride on the Chi-Cheemaun. The 540 will take you westward to Gore Bay and beyond. Across this mighty limestone island in the Huron pond. I've driven hard through prairie ghost towns. I overheated my engine. And then I spent nearly all my money to get towed out of Dryden. But its the shallow, cool, clear water that makes it tough to believe in. There could be any place that's better than ol' Manitoulin. I've seen Saint Lawrence north and south side. J'adore la Gaspésie. I've sang with Levon Acadian Driftwood right through to Tracadie. But its the shallow, cool, clear water that makes it tough to believe in. There could be any place that's better than ol' Manitoulin.
6.
Spring blows in a sweet scent from the north and it accents the sounds of the people digging out of the snow. And the rain takes the snow away from its shadowed hide-away and I'm left wondering when the river's gonna rise. The Dawson City Waltz is a three quarter tune. It shuffles like a fiddle in a musty saloon. You can dance it in your slippers, your mukluks or Stones. Just make sure that you're tipsy and that you ain't all alone. Well I hear that there's fire to the south getting higher and its shut down the only road leading out. And the sun keeps persisting, all night he's insisting that he's missed us and he's planning on sticking around 'till the fall. The Dawson City Waltz is a three quarter tune. It shuffles like a fiddle in a musty saloon. You can dance it in your slippers, your mukluks or Stones. Just make sure that you're tipsy and that you ain't all alone. Well the stores are all closing, and the man, he is hosing down the buses that'll head south for awhile.
7.
Snow Tires 03:05

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Recorded at Dawson City's Seafoam Studios over the winter of 2016.

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released November 3, 2017

All songs written and performed by Andrew Laviolette.
Guest musicians include Kristen Poenn (fiddle and vocals) and Lee Whalen (mandolin).
Recorded and mixed by David Macdonald and Seafoam Studios.
Mastered by Bob Hamilton at Old Crow Recording Studio.

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