Winter's Ghosts

by Her Harbour

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about

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.

Her debut album Winter's Ghosts was released on E-Tron Records

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Track Name: This Age
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
Track Name: Deloria
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
Track Name: Phinn's
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
Track Name: Driftwood to Bones
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.
Track Name: Petunia
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
Track Name: Green Bellows
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
Track Name: Your Bibles
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
Track Name: Carolina
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
Track Name: My Last Map
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.