Oh Orwell

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about

Songs by Veronica Charnley
Arrangements by Geof Holbrook
Produced by Saam Hashemi

Performed by:

Veronica Charnley (vocals, electric guitar)
Geof Holbrook (keyboards, bass, guitars, trumpet, French horn, trombone, alto saxophone)
Eveline Grégoire-Rousseau (harp)
Karl Jannuska (drums)
Pemi Paull (viola)
Nora Louise-Müller (clarinet, bass clarinet)
Todd Harrop (percussion)
Saam Hashemi (guitars, keyboards, programming)

Recorded at Schloss Röhrsdorf in Dresden, Germany by Arno Jordan and at various home studios in Guelph and Toronto, Canada. "Golden Gourmande" was recorded in Paris, France at La Place by Ludovic Palabaud.

This recording was made possible with the generous support of the Krysko family & The Canada Council for the Arts. Special thanks to Michael Donley, Karl Jannuska and Arno Jordan and the community at Schloss Röhrsdorf for making the recording process truly magical!

credits

released September 14, 2019

Cover photo by Kohann Tensen
"Eyes to the Sky" artwork by Angel Marcano
Design by Julie Cruikshank

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Track Name: Mother Sings Her
Mother Sings Her
Mother sings her French lullabies
Prolong each song, nighttime goodbyes
Under cover, warm as July
Chalet blows down time after time.
Verses slow down my blinking eyes
Chalet blows down time after time
Reason or rhyme, we can’t devise
Things were perfect back in July.

Mother starts the song again
about the cottage that burned down
Pretty soon I leave my shell
for a sleeping stomping ground

On a hill he built a house
now it’s airing out, and when it starts
Oh the cottage of his dreams!
The winds are wild, a wintry fight
the crumbling walls go out of sight!
they’re filling up with light trying as he might
the winds are wild
fire turning white, a wintry fight.

Mother sings her French lullabies
Prolong each song, nighttime goodbyes
Under cover, warm as July
Chalet blows down time after time.

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