Winter's Ghosts

by Her Harbour

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1.
This Age 02:57
Oh this age it has not pity we’re all victims of your time One pigeon’s always on the go the other happens to be mine Oh I hope that I don’t meet him even if it’s on the sly cause that boy he has a riffle and pity isn’t of his time Should I ever meet that silver barrel I’ll surely wonder why oh why I ever left that line pole and forgot what was mine oh mine
2.
Deloria 03:43
Ashes to ashes and dust to dust schizophrenia has taken us Water lilly is what it was called before it came Deloria Deliriously sane Weeping willow sings our song then falls over cause he's drunk Oh willow grouse that we've become the moon is full and it is felt Stick some feathers in your crown cause your proud peacocks s’got me feeling down Your trembling is masked with disdain cause you’re a little too close to home and we’re a little too the same Weeping willow sings our song then falls over cause he's drunk Oh willow grouse that we've become the moon is full and it is felt
3.
Phinn's 05:15
Black candle sticks and Moby Dick and you can relish the thought Oh how I wonder where you are and all the bearded men and Motel inns only serve to push you further in the back of my heart Laying in the dark and waking to the sun the thought of you it isn’t far to way the morning down Black coffee and the morning spins and the blanket I am living in- between the back and the front Laying in it’s dark, I hide until you’re gone I am just a rock, the sun is setting on Life is just a crawl in the belly of a whale and I am just a bone finding shelter from the gale This gale, I call my heart Laying in it’s dark, I hide until he's gone I am just a rock, the sun is setting on Life is just a crawl in the belly of a whale and I am just a bone finding shelter from the gale This gale, I call my heart
4.
Calling and conjuring She wears cape of green wool Words and circumstance, you are witch and you are wicked You have head of stolen gold But do not cut these plaits from me My raft is not your sediment and the ocean's not the sentiment I'd like to be immersed in Oh and you may keep a beat beating driftwood to my bones and you may steal my voice and fill these lungs with smoke but you and I are not the same though we share the same bed You wear furs cause you have skinned them and dyed them red Oh lonely taxidermist, won't you stuff this heart with straw cause it has passed and it is cold It has not loved since him I'm told Oh these little words that I've been singing aren't reaching depth or anyone and I'm afraid I've not been feeling things in their truest spectrum The truest words that I could write, I'm afraid I cannot love Im afraid I wont be loved I feel ugly and worn down.
5.
Petunia 03:47
This is your song Petunia He felt so small cause you grew so tall till he felt he hardly knew ya So he put a crown on the top of his head He broke your knees and made you laze in bed Pretty soon nobody knew where you went and even you started wondering You forgot how to cry even though it’s all you did You forgot who you were and how good it is to be loved and to be free the way we were all conceived to be So your friends they searched every town in Alaska for they missed their dear old friend Petunia No they didn’t know there was no need to look North for the cold in which you live, is one of the heart You forgot how to cry even though it’s all you did You forgot who you were and how good it is to be loved and to be free the way we were all conceived to be
6.
She said, "Lie and look up at the stars but always with you feet beneath a tree to keep you grounded" For the pagans do not cry, others lend their spirits as vessels but not you and I we may hold the dead back but we were not made for such things At your side, the light illuminates the swell of your chest changing it from blue to gold and back again The conversation weakens and wavers from light to cold and dark again Your lungs rise, expand, and fall again And If windows could scream yours surely would true and told, virtue and sin The hums of your heart may disguise but the flecks give you away The night sky on your face Regarding your smell, I love them But know that you’ve not built walls, you’ve built dams I’ll change it to a time where I felt your heart could hold me even if it’s tones are blue and it paints a sadder story cause I’ll lend myself to you in time, in sadness and if only wrapped in your will, wrapped in your wool, wrapped in your lake two naked bodies With their sorry eyes and sorrier eyes and sorrowful eyes and sorrow filled eyes and sorrow filled I depart
7.
Your Bibles 06:01
If I use to know her well, Is she still my family? I hear she’s married to her books She swears they bury her so thoughtfully Her pilfered piles rest wall to wall I fear she’ll come out just to get me Her mouth is big, her teeth as well Her voice may carry, but her words could eat me But here comes grandma, turning my world upside down Her men and her nephew may run with the angels and lock her in chambers and leave her to die, but with tablets for sea foam and distance for oceans I am left wondering if she calls me her own. Mother once told me that I had forthed currents they say it’s my fault she ended it all. But now she’s still living though no longer burdening my father, his wife, their phone lines or walls. But here comes grandma, turning my world upside down
8.
Carolina 04:10
Shortly after her death, she sang in a gospel choir The cicadas weren’t in tune but the cicada’s mummer woos In the carolina heat with sheets sticking to her body she felt it court her too her will weakened and abused Carolina had a keeper then with a voice that could quell the north winds and a voice that had quelled the wood winds of her lungs Carolina is a stranger now caught between memories offering her no warmth Oh I've carried her bones around for quite some time weighing my steps and affixing to mine
9.
My Last Map 03:23
My hair is wild like a lion's mane. I'll never try to tame it again and I'm okay with that And under everything, lives a boy named after my last map said his song is so beautiful I cried, for the first time again Oh I'll play it forever, for every crowd and to every friend And I'll wander this earth till my feet have known every ground and my ears have heard every sound and my heart has known everything Cause it's hard to admire without greed when confronted with the beauty, that is him Oh I'll treat this song as a painting. I'll never leave this room just to keep it safe.

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I recorded the majority of this album in my childhood home from February 2011 to February 2012

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released April 23, 2013

Winter's Ghost was mixed and mastered by Dave Draves at Little Bullhorn

All songs written and produced by Gabrielle Giguere with the exception of "My Last Map" whose lovely piano parts were composed by Mylène Charron.

Contributing Musicians:

André M. Bluteau: vocals (Phinn's, Your Bibles) Keyboard (Phinn's)
Charline Dequincey: violin (Deloria, Phinn's, Green Bellows)
Dave Draves: melotron strings, additional percussion (Petunia)
Ellorie McKnight: vocals (Phinn's)
Jade Bergeron: door harp, glokenspiel (Green Bellows)
Marie Josée Laviolette: clarinet (This Age)
Mylène Charron: piano (My Last Map)

All other vocals, instruments and sounds by Gabrielle Giguere

Released by E-Tron Records
ETRC014

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Her Harbour Ottawa, Ontario

dream folk / baroque pop

Her Harbour is the moniker of singer songwriter Gabrielle Giguere.

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