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Four Stories EP

by Dillon Anthony

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1.
The Fox 04:18
The willow weeps for the fox alone, It's been many days since he's been home By the spring, it grabbed him there, Iron teeth on matted hair At the top of the hill there lived a boy His dreams filled with past joy. He wanted not, but to run and play Perhaps he'd see his friend today Their summers spent on mountain tops or hiding in fields of farmer's crops The fox now struggled with all his might, but the trap remained unbroken. Now, through the woods the farmer walked He carried, a gun to tend his flock Remembering, how his children did play, Would the fox, meet his end this way? The trap is sprung, the fox now flees He's having his taste, of sweet release Soon he would, return to the farm Back into, the child's arms Now stumbling through on phantom limb the fox decided to burrow Now, through the woods the boy walked Looking, for a sign of the fox Finding, crimson trails of despair Not losing hope, he didn't shed a tear. Emerging through, a foggy haze overwhelmed, a deep malaise The final task, returning home is it the same, as he had known Now the fox and his family Are no longer estranged.
2.
I was travlin' one day through the country When a vine covered cottage I found I opened the door and there, through the floor, Was nothing but the cold, cold, ground In a cradle a baby was crying. He was wrapped in an 'ol wedding gown, And there by the cradle, his mother had died She was lying on the cold, cold, ground A note she clutched tight to her bosom I opened it and here's what I found "Please take my baby and keep him And put my body in the cold cold ground". My husband's gone away and left us Now some other woman he's found So please take my baby and keep him Put my body in the cold cold ground It's been 20 years since I've found him Now he's happy, he's healthy, he's sound He'll never know that his daddy ran away And his mom is in the cold, cold, ground No he'll never know that his daddy ran away And his mom is in the cold, cold, ground.
3.
Farmhouse 03:58
Twisted shutters, chipping paint Once a home, the memory's faint Fall into, disrepair An old farmhouse, without a care. Raising families, watching birth Protecting you, gives me worth My heart grows weary, embers cold Chimney's fading, I'm growing old. And now you'll find, Through pieces left behind, The story of a home, On a hillside, all alone. I'll tell you stories, give you love Still exist, when you're up above When I reach out, believe it true Don't just think, I'm haunting you. I'm no apparition, I'm not a ghost Not divine, a blessed host Nothing more, than a humble home Raise your children, as my own. And now you'll find, A builder paid in kind, Hearing a final plea, Rebuild or let me be. Rafters falling, falling, tumblin' Chimney's shaking, shaking, crumblin' Mantle's cracking, cracking, crumblin' Porch is heaving, heaving and tumblin' Foundation shuddering, shuddering, cracking Stairs are dipping, dipping and snapping Frames are bending, bending, twisting Walls are swaying, swaying, listing I feel the pull, of the moon and tide Finally crossed, that great divide Was nothing more than a humble home, Use my lumber, to build your own.
4.
The Vagrant 03:10
There's a vagrant man, with blood on his hands But it's not your fault, nor mine. Mistakes do not yield, to the keys he did wield Another's fate set him forth. A wanderer of towns, Collector of things, Now buried, marked on a map. Leaving behind, his children would find, An everlasting prize Redeeming him, absolving his sins Impacting on their lives A father now in their eyes. He carries on, lives life as a pawn in this game he cannot win Writing a note, his spirit invoked to tell his tale down this path "Now when you find, this map of mine may it guide you on your way To all of those things, buried in time a reflection of you in I" Leaving behind, his children would find, an everlasting prize Redeeming him, absolving his sins Impacting on their lives a father now in their eyes. For now, you will see but a hyperbole These treasures, Gave up for you For what could have been For a man, and his kin This tale, starts a new.

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This EP is a collaborative effort that brought to life Four Stories entwined, each of which with a meaning twofold.

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released July 7, 2015

Dillon Anthony - Producing, Compositions, Arrangements, Lyrics*, Additional Engineering.

Instruments Played: Vocals, Guitars, Electric Bass, Piano, Synth, Rhodes Piano, Pump Organ, Accordion, Pedal Steel, Mandolin, Theremin, Glockenspiel.

Evan Hansen - Recording/Mix Engineer at WydeSky Studio.
Brad Perry - Additional Engineer for Rhodes Session at Comptish Studio.
James Gauthier - Mastering Engineer at MediumRare Productions.

Musicians:

Vocalists:

Cedric Noel
Josh Bravener
Tim Walker
Emer O'Flaherty
Mike Feuerstack
Alan Jeffries
Nicci Blewett
Kathleen Gorey-Mcsorley
Jane Blanchard
Geena Sipkema
Amanda Colford

Instrumentalists:

Kelly Waterhouse - Clarinet
Keegan MC - Violins
Lukas Bailey - Cello
Jamie Guitar - Upright Bass
Jason Flores - Upright Bass
Juan Morales - Percussion
Jason Sonier - Drums
Aaron Bravener - Drums
Matt Whipple - Musical Saw
Danielle d'Entremont - Wine Glasses

Photographer - Jack Harris
Artists - Jack Harris, Emily Blair, Marie Fox, Oisín Montanari

*Lyrics for Cold Cold Ground written by Ron Gaston.

Dillon Anthony recognizes the financial assistance of New Brunswick's Department of Tourism, Heritage and Culture through the Music Industry Development program.

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