The song is about wanting to be kind (and not always succeeding).

Water From The Moon

Let Your Heart Be Still

Bit of a reggae feel, composed with Marty Mason-Grant

Power Is Not Love

Inspired by the fortuitous overshadow of a transport truck on the 401 on a stupidly hot day

Blessed Shadows

Inspired by Marilyn Monroe, whose face you can see in the moon.

Miss Monroe In The Moon

Meditation on Psalm 119

This track is my attempt to own what white culture has done to Native American culture. The image is courtesy of livingdrums.com.

Lyrics below:

These Days

These days are filled  with silence

bordering on rage

seething over history books

and what they never say

Some wrongs never come out right

They never go away

So much not to talk about--these days

We don’t discuss the way we ripped
your families to shreds
The way we dragged you from your homes
Shaved your shining heads
Took away your languages
Made you meet our gaze
So much not to talk about--these days

We don’t discuss those visits paid
Oh so late at night
The terror that bore into you
Our so-called Christian right
Let’s not discuss the way your children’s
Children have been raised
So much not to talk about--these days

All this anger we inherit

We don’t want to share or bare it

but how else then can we repair it--these days?

Carriage

These Days

This song is an exploration of the cycle of the Christmas moon which happens only every 19 years but for some reason between 1977 and 2015, due to leap year interference, missed showing up at Christmas in 1996. Victorian women, so folklore suggests, prayed to the New Moon to find their soulmates. This song is the story of a woman who talks to the moon about how her faith in it has been challenged and then restored.

Lyrics below:
CHRISTMAN MOON

When you were new, I called on you at seventeen
You sent me someone blue neither tried nor true just strong and mean
I woke up; I toughened up and upped my game
Paid the fiddler,  paid the fine, and I took back my name.

Christmas moon, I stay outside ’cause I’ve been warned.
Through those windows, fires might be lit and blankets warm,
But I’d rather be outside with snow drifts to my knees
Christmas moon-- I’ve got to move or freeze…

When I turned thirty-six you’re the one I picked to come again;
You knew my mother died; the lake of tears I cried for my best friend.
All my children slipped away when you got lost
That day I let my heart descend in permafrost.

Christmas moon, I’m sorry, don’t you understand
This snow is deep and merciless as burning desert sands?
Christmas moon, the streets are lit; the fire is warm.
I can’t feel my hands, but I feel safer in the storm.

Now I’m fifty-five singing lullabies to little ones
Tightly hanging on, they all sing along to every one
And in my lover’s eyes the seasons rise and fall
Was I ever happier? --I can’t recall…

Christmas Moon, I see you shining down on me.
I see your scars and know  you are in sympathy.
Christmas Moon, I hope that soon we’ll meet again
Nineteen years from now. Trust me—I’ll be in.
Trust me, I’ll be in… 
Trust me, I'll be in...
Christmas Moon--I'm in.

Christmas Moon

The song is a blend of beliefs around the crow, mostly Native American and Scottish. It depicts an eventuality where the Crow has had enough and knows that "someone" will be going down that "crow road" (the path to death) soon. The lyrics are mine; the rhythms, chord progression and melody are those of Shane Dunne ("getdunne").

Lyrics are below:

Crow Road  Capo 4 C#m (Am shape on 4th fret)

When I was young my flaxen wings were white as breaker's foam.
Fast as billowed moonlit sail my wings would fly me home,
But one night I caught sight of fire and stole it from the sun.
Through unhappy accident I shared it with someone.
High flew I into the sky not knowing my way back,
Caught my love in faithless arms that burned my white wings black,

Chorus:
 	But this I know: 
        I’m not goin’ slow 
        down that old Crow 
        Road to day (2X)

Say that I’m a trickster but I only play my games
when swindlers, cheats and charlatans have brought my people shame.
My mem’ry reaches back before recorded history,
Sags beneath the weight of lies stretched over centuries.
Clasped within my beak a golden ring waits to confirm
whom they did away with last, yet served no prison term,

        And this I know: 
        I’m not goin’ slow 
        down that old Crow 
        Road today (2X)

Bridge:  (Insert aboriginal counter-melody but with everything else intact?
              Native American flute? Fiddle? Other?)

Hear my croaking call and you will raise your well-oiled gun,
thinking you’ll surprise me while I feed on carrion.
Let me roost in comfort in the towers of your kings
then drive me from your cornfield like it doesn’t mean a thing
but I’m the voice of all the murdered souls in this fine land,
Staring down your barrel now I take my final stand.

We both know
Someone’s  goin’ slow
down that old Crow 
Road today (2X)

Fifth World

Crow Road C#m

This is album is exactly what it looks like: a tribute to a great Canadian, Bill Mason. If you loved him or if you're a canoe-head, you will probably like this album. All songs written by Linda Lucas except We've Forgotten How to Fly which was co-written  by Linda Lucas and the now late Stanley Mark Herr. Guitar colour by Stanley Mark Herr. Featuring Donna Creighton on recorder and background vocals for "Dream of the Wolf." Bernie Gilmore on background vocals for "Balaenus Mysticetus."

Alone in a Red Canoe

For my husband, Marty Mason-Grant, on our 9th anniversary... Music by Shane Dunne.

Lucas Dunne Compilation

A Million Little Things - 2020-07-28, 5.45 PM

Linda Lucas is a singer-songwriter, who has been singing, playing guitar and writing songs for many years. She plays acoustic venues close by her home in London Ontario. She has written a volume of songs about the life and times of Bill Mason, Canada's premier canoeist, documentary film-maker and palette-knife painter, called "Alone in a Red Canoe." It can be purchased on iTunes. She is also a retired teacher of French and English formerly with the Thames Valley District School Board and other school boards across Canada.

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