The Burnt Lands

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    Album artwork by Matthew Hinther,
    Cover Design by Andrew Oliver,
    Photograph by Aaron Mason ,
    Produced by James Bunton
    Music by Ansley Simpson

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Words and Music by Ansley Simpson
Produced and mixed by James Bunton at The Glen Gordon
Drums recorded at Dream Date Studio
Mastered by João Carvalho at João Carvalho Mastering

The song “The Burnt Lands” was inspired by a Bruce Munro novel by the same name. The line “Trample grass blades at night” is a reference to a poem by Wislawa Szymborska “Among the Multitudes”. Sample of “Drum Song” by The Smoke Trail Singers used with permission.

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The Burnt Lands

There’s a moment of breath
Between numbness and feeling
For one fleeting second
You’re weightless and reeling
Then the tires spin out
The gravel flies
All of a sudden
There’s sparks in your eyes

Keep your hands on my fingers
Keep my eyes on the road
For that bright coloured mailbox
With the three bullet holes
Turn right at the drive
Head straight through the trees
It gets narrow and twisted
Like a skeleton key

I think this time we’ll make it
Oh it’s too soon to tell
We siphoned our memories
Down to vapors and held
Up the highest of hopes
While our treaty was signed
Out of ash and fat and blood and wine

Sew the gold into the lining
Trample grass blades at night
While the frost tries to hold them
All frozen and tight
We’ll push till it stalls
Coast till it settles
Set it ablaze
Burn the cattails and nettles

I think this time we’ll make it
Ohhh it’s too soon to tell
Cuz we siphoned our memories
Down to vapors and held
Up the highest intent
As our treaty was signed
Out of pitch and grease and blood and wine

Sew the cold into the linings
Trample grass blades at night
While the frost tries to hold them
All frozen and tight

We’ll push till it stalls
We’ll crash but won’t settle
Set it ablaze
Burn the Cattails and Nettles

Ohhhhhh…. Hell…….

I think this time we’ll make it
I think this time we’ll make it

Put your hands on my fingers
I’ll keep my eyes on the road
For that bright coloured mailbox
With the three bullet holes

credits

from Breakwall, released April 26, 2017
Ansley Simpson: Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Piano
James Bunton: Drums, Synth
Heather Kirby: Bass, Electric Guitar
Mika Posen: Viola, Violin
Cris Derksen: Cello
Smoke Trail Singers: Sample of “Drum Song”
SOCAN 2017

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Ansley Simpson Toronto, Ontario

Ansley Simpson is an emerging Anishinaabe singer-songwriter from Toronto. A weaver of haunting vocals and poetics, her songs unfold as stories, immersing the listener in vibrant imagery and journeying us through themes of vulnerably, love, and the raw emotion of heartbreak. ... more

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