Quiet in the Land

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All songs written by Dan Root, except Ways of the World (William H. Stepp via Rayna Gellert), Jeff Sturgeon (John M. Salyer via Bruce Molsky), and Grey Eagle (Jim Booker via Rayna Gellert).

Recorded and mixed at The Monolith in Kitchener, Ontario by Bill Howard and D.H. Thompson. Mastered by Joe Shugan.

Thanks to our Guest Musicians:
D.H. Thompson - percussion (Tyre and Sidon), guitar and accordion (Highway 401 Waltz)
Minnie Heart - bass (Tyre and Sidon, Holy Winds, Highway 401 Waltz)
401 Chorus - Brie Mantynen, Michelle Metzger, Joshua Enns, Bill Howard, D.H. Thompson, and Minnie Heart.

Cover art by Meg Harder.

This recording was made possible with support from the Region of Waterloo Arts Fund. www.artsfund.ca

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released August 21, 2015

Thank you to our families, friends and mentors:
The Root Family, The Dyck Family, Joshua Enns, Meg Harder, Bill Howard, D.H. Thompson, Minnie Heart, Janice Lee, Richard Garvey, Jesse Dyck, Michelle Metzger, Mike Chong, Brie Mantynen, Maya de Vitry, Kari Kokko, and Shane Guse.

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Quiet in the Land Kitchener, Ontario

Quiet in the Land weaves together Appalachian, Maritime, and Americana traditions to create original contemporary folk music. Guitarist and mandolinist Dan Root and fiddler Laura Enns blend thoughtful lyrics and warm harmonies with spirited instrumental arrangements to compose songs that celebrate community music-making, everyday spirituality, and lives tied to the land. ... more

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Track Name: Oh to be Sifted
Oh for to wander
For to be blown
Higher and farther
Scattered and sown

Oh mighty thunder
Oh chilly blow
You call for my blunder
You rage at my bones

Oh muddy water
Oh timeless flow
Our sons and daughters
Will follow you home

Oh to be sifted
Oh to be sown
Scattered and lifted
Fallen and grown

Oh to be sifted
Oh to be sown
Scattered and lifted
Fallen and grown
We're fallen and grown
Track Name: Eidolons
Eidolons oh Eidolons
Eidolons oh Eidolons

Oh the Earth, these words, these bones
Oh my poems, oh Eidolons

You set our from Paumanok
To dance along the way
Crawling all over the god you named
The Eidolon of every day

What you found there in woolen gowns
You called a grander name
Rejoice in the wild and wanton ways
America in growing pains

Peel the Earth's old skin aside
Search beneath the ground
Tell the hope to the mournful ears
Not a creed, not a void, not a desert,
But a song that you found

Eidolons, oh Eidolons (x2)
Track Name: Compass Home
From California, to the eastern shore
Oh Seattle, oh Baltimore
From the windy deserts, to the barren North
Bangkok, Toronto, Beirut, New York

Oh how I owe you, more than you know
Your strange affections, my compass home
In the halls and causeways, far from our homes
We've given life to dead cells and bones

So in your troubles, God send you care
Your hour of darkness, send vision there
For I did need you, since I left my home
Oh Pennsylvania, six years ago
Track Name: The Times that We Bide
Thousand miles from home, on the coast skipping stones in the night
Where the fog rolls over the tide
Shrouding all that it touches in white
Where the city streets, still they shoot out their protesting lights
And they raise a clamorous cry
As I patiently wait to pass by

Oh how I'd rather be on a porch 'neath the eaves
Drinking memories poured from a mason jar
Where the song that we heed is our call and our creed
As we all call away in the night

Singing in time to the North Wind
Falling and rolling in rhyme
Sinking in fire as the sun did
Calling its light from the sky
Stepping in time on the worn wood
Toward the call of the homely inside
Leaving our minds as we laugh through
All the gall and the folly of time
Oh blessed am I, all fallen and wild
My hands to set fires, my feet to run miles
Oh blessed be the times that we bide

Well this city's high towers and great halls of power they vie
To be closer than me to the sky
How they frown at the small passersby
While the cedars, they sing out with the sumac and sassafras nigh
With the crows they call in the night
They sing oh how lucky am I

Oh how I'd rather be like the sycamore tree
Facing home twenty miles out of Kitchener
Feel the song of the breeze through the wine dusty leaves
The Earth turning over its side

Singing in time to the North Wind
Falling and rolling in rhyme
Sinking in fire as the sun did
Calling its light from the sky
Stepping in time on the worn wood
Toward the call of the homely inside
Leaving our minds as we laugh through
All the gall and the folly of time
Oh blessed am I, all fallen and wild
My hands to set fires, my feet to run miles
Oh blessed be the times that we bide (x3)
Track Name: That Which Defines
I was always told in the story books of old
That the twilight of life was but a dawn
That love would rule the world, that our prayers would all be heard
And the shadows of fear overcome

Now that I have grown, become a man, and left my home
I won't suffer or stand for such childish things
And living in this world is a passage so absurd
We'll embrace the cold comfort it brings

But the sun over the water says I might just be wrong
As the wind over your shoulder joins our voices in song
Lay beside me in the churchyard, and we'll rot in the grass
And our bones will turn to starlight, all shining at last

You would say to me, 'how can this be,
when you nor me could ever fathom or touch such improbably things'
I would say to you that I know your words are true
And there's solace in the freedom it brings

But freedom is a word that every boy and every girl
Will in time come to know as a qualified pearl
When the soul is but a dream, there's no ghost in the machine
Just a fire, escaping to dirt

But the sun over the water says I might just be wrong
As the wind over your shoulder joins our voices in song
Lay beside me in the churchyard, and we'll rot in the grass
And our bones will turn to solder, all holding us fast
To the ground and the grass and the streams
And the colors of every bright star
Leaving behind all of that which defines who we are
Track Name: Holy Winds
Born in the morning, and they'll die in the night
Spirit and ashes, fallen from sight
The northern lullaby, joins with an eastern sigh
Caressing golden grass, singing with calling chimes
West 'til the sinking sky, calls them home in flight
Bring your courage, bring your songs in time

Fools, they won't teach me, wise men can try
I'll set my compass by the stars in the sky
I"ll spend my time in the night, searching the cracks for a light
These solid walls inside, open up in time
O'er hills and valleys wide
Brick roads and broken signs
I'll put my time in, I'll put my time in

In the frost light, early morning, in the still night, in the dawning
Holy winds, Holy winds, they blow
Holy winds, holy winds, they blow

The dawn may bring sorrow, the morning break old
Come light or darkness, I know the sun will burn the cold
I'll spend my time in the wild, counting toes light a child
Let the spinning world, push me higher and higher
Too weak to leave behind
The ground beneath I find
I'll leave my cold feet, rooted in the warm ground while

In the ocean, in the forest, in the still eye, in the torrent
Holy winds, holy winds, they blow
Holy winds, holy winds, they blow

When the wolf cries, softly mourning
A gentle reprise, a subtle warning
Holy winds, holy winds they blow
Stirring up the pines and covering our tracks in the snow

When our hearts beat in slow motion
When our minds meet quiet commotion
Holy winds, holy winds they blow
Stirring up the fires, and lighting up our eyes in the glow
Oh let them blow down my home
Track Name: Stay Awake
Heading south out of Buffalo, leave the lakes behind
Stay away from those fickle lights of Highway 79
Through the dark and the smoky hills, take the Allegheny way
Toward the old grey Shenandoah, five-hundred miles away

Stay awake, don't close your eyes
Hold out for the day, the sun will rise
And in the dawn, hope there lies
Far in those hills, we'll get home alive

There's a cry in the woods tonight, a wail of fear and shame
There's an angry voice outside that rails against the frame
Keep a firm hand on the wheel and your eyes upon the way
There's a light under yonder hill to chase the dark away

Stay awake, don't close your eyes
Hold out for the day, the sun will rise
And in the dawn, hope there lies
Far in those hills, we'll get home alive

And when the morning fire paints the sky
Old green Virginia will arise

Let the lonely winding road lead us to the day
Let the clear and gentle moon guide us on the way
Let the songs that we've grown to love never fade away
Let us sing 'til the morning comes, five-hundred miles away

Stay awake, don't close your eyes
Hold out for the day, the sun will rise
And in the dawn, hope there lies
Far in those hills, we'll get home alive
Track Name: Highway 401 Waltz
Well it runs east from Windsor, to old London town
Past Woodstock and Kitchener, there's no slowing down
Towards Ajax and Kingston, and belle Montreal
But we've just hit Toronto, now we can't move at all

So it's
Belt yourself down, keep a foot on the ground
We've got many a slow mile, 'til we leave this sad town
We've got old friends to greet, and chores to get done
But we're stuck in the fast-lane on the damn 401

Well I've traveled on freeways, across this great land
Seen the Rockies, and the Maritimes, and the boreal stands
But today I've got concrete and parking lots too
And billboards and box-malls and cars crowd the view

And it's
Belt yourself down, keep a foot on the ground
We've got many a slow mile, 'til we leave this sad town
We've got old friends to greet, and chores to get done
But we're stuck in the fast-lane on the damn 401

We were soaring like eagles, now we're trapped in a maze,
And I've not made a single friend traveling this way
There's fifteen close calls, could've killed me today,
But I was born on a back road and I'll die that way

So it's
Belt yourself down, keep a foot on the ground
We've got many a slow mile, 'til we leave this sad town
We've got old friends to greet, and chores to get done
But we're stuck in the fast-lane on the damn 401

It's a hungry young creature, this networked machine
An efficient new feature of society's dreams
It's growing forever, and it's only begun
But we're plaque in the veins now and smog in the lungs

And it's
Belt yourself down, keep a foot on the ground
We've got many a slow mile, 'til we leave this sad town
We've got old friends to greet, and chores to get done
But we're stuck in the fast-lane on the damn 401 (x2)