Lyrics
Earth & The Wailing Wiccans
By David Husted

Scene1 [Guardians of the Trees]
when I see you through the candle light
The tears and the laughter bind
Big trees are coming down
The crazy man's eyes 
shout, 

Scene 2: [Tree Fall]
And I'm coming down now
I'm coming down now

Scene 3 [Gaia's Lamentation]
Can I kiss you? Tonight 
Can I kiss you? Goodbye 

Scene4 [Circle around the Trees]
We dance beside the moonlight
We dance inside the rain
As the Earth, she closes her eyes now
Through the shadow and the pain

Scene5: [Guardians Reprise]
when I see you through the candle light
The tears and the laughter bind
Big trees are coming down
The crazy man's eyes 
shout, 

Scene 6: [Wrath of Gaia]
And I'm coming down now
I'm coming down now

Scene 7:[Gaia's Lamentation: Earth]
Can I kiss you? Tonight 
Can I kiss you? Goodbye 

Scene 8: [Circle around the Earth]
dance beside the moonlight
dance inside the rain
As the Earth, she closes her eyes now
Through the shadow and the pain

[Scene 9: Trail of Tears: The Wailing Wiccans]
Can I kiss you? Tonight 
Can I kiss you? Goodbye 


The Overstory:

The Overstory won the Pulitzer Prize for Fiction in 2019. This novel by Richard Powers explores themes of the interconnectedness of life and the impact of humanity on nature. 

I found the book very powerful as I very much enjoyed the rich prose and the way he could make me see the world in a new way. He created different lenses to glimpse and better understand the hearts of widely different characters. This included the key player of nature herself. In the end, the book is both a beautiful meditation on nature and a call to action, urging readers to reconsider their relationship with the environment. 

My new song's theme was influenced by this novel not in a direct or intentional way but as something that emerged more slowly and organically. I finished this book during my song's build process. Reverberations, echoes and rhythms of the Overstory seem to lace the song lattice like vines on a tree. 

There were no wailing Wiccans in the book but plenty of very passionate earth connected characters. There was also some good cries of grief and pain. I think some of this grief informed my late arriving background vocals in the last chorus. They have a quality of choral witch-like wailing to my ears. I almost discarded them BUT the sound of this background texture grew on me like a fungus over time and really began to anchor my song direction. This was not intentional either until my brain later latched on to it as a means to inspire the final song form and ending.

My next original song, Earth and the Wailing Wiccans, will be officially released to all streaming services on Friday, 16 August 2024!

Thank You for sharing a moment with me.

Dave

Earth and the Wailing Wiccans

The Tree Perch

Paroles: Marc-Antoine De Serres

[Introduction]
"Comme un bébé qui peut pas s'sevrer..."
"Juste un autre hit... juste une autre fois..."

[Couplet 1]
À trois heures du mat', comme un enfant perdu
J'suce ma vapeur comme du lait empoisonné
Dans la noirceur, j'me sens tout nu
Un homme qui peut même pas être sevré (jamais sevré)
Sa lueur m'appelle dans le noir
Ma main cherche le réconfort perdu
La nicotine devient mon phare
Dans mes veines de fils déçu

[Refrain]
Va pas te sevrer, mon gars (mon gars...)
T'es pas prêt pour ça (pas prêt!)
Va pas te sevrer ce soir
va-po-te-se dans le noir (encore une fois)

[Couplet 2]
Les clients m'regardent au dépanneur
Y voient un homme qui sait pus grandir
J'achète ma dose pour calmer ma peur (peureux!)
Un bébé qui veut pas finir
Ma blonde m'dit que j'suis pus le même
Que j'tète ma vape comme un nouveau-né (comme un bébé)
Mais comment y dire que j'l'aime
Quand j'peux même pas être sevré

[Pont]
"J'ai essayé... comme un grand... comme un homme..." (menteur!)
"Mais la machine... a m'appelle comme une mère..." (ta seule mère)

[Couplet 3]
J'me cache au travail comme un enfant
Qui veut pas qu'on voit sa honte (honteux!)
Un homme qui r'devient dépendant
De c'te mère électrique qui me compte (compte tes puffs)
La peur au ventre quand a' veut pus charger
Comme un enfant perdu sans sa mère
Ma dignité qui peut pas r'garder (quelle dignité?)
C'que j'suis d'venu sans elle sur terre

[Pont]
Dans ruelle en arrière du bloc
À genoux comme un bébé qui pleure (pleure!)
Les nerfs à vif, la tête qui crie
La machine me berce sans arrêt (ta nouvelle mère)
Dans mes poumons c'est l'infanticide
Ma vie qui peut pas se sevrer (jamais!)
Mon âme qui devient liquide
Dans vapeur qui veut pas m'lâcher

[Refrain final]
Va pas te sevrer, pauvre fou! (t'es rien!)
T'es pas assez fort pour ça (faible!)
Va pas te sevrer, à genoux (à genoux!)
La machine te lâch'ra pas (pour toujours)
Va pas te sevrer, c'est trop tard (trop tard!)
T'es son bébé pour toujours
va-po-te-se dans le noir (va-po-te-se!)
Un enfant perdu dans ses tours

[Conclusion]
"Maman... donne-moi juste une autre puff..." (ton dernier bébé)

© 2025 Marc-Antoine De Serres
Merci d'écouter 🖤

Va pas te sevrer

feel the air, feel my heartbeat… tell what you hear
feel the air, feel my heartbeat… tell what you feel.

The death of my mum shaped me deeply—loss leaves traces, but also a radical honesty toward life. Pleasure, hedonism, euphoria, and melancholy, intimate moments, and a beautiful darkness—it's all there in my art.

Years later, one composition brought back the memory of another—one that had once emerged from nothing. Left untouched for a long time, it suddenly came alive again. The voice of my former partner makes the piece even more fragile, wider, more powerful. A living room recording that could no longer be altered.

Since sweetest, there’s no more hiding. No masks, no roles. Just raw, vulnerable art.

enjoy.your.life

Marc-Antoine De Serres est un auteur-compositeur montréalais qui explore les multiples facettes de la création musicale. Son approche polyvalente lui permet de naviguer naturellement entre différents styles et genres, créant un univers sonore qui lui est propre.

Chansonnier émergent sur la scène musicale québécoise, il se distingue par une écriture qui marie la poésie urbaine aux sonorités contemporaines. Sa démarche artistique, ancrée dans la culture québécoise actuelle, témoigne d'une volonté d'expérimentation et d'authenticité.

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Deep bow of gratitude to you for giving my music a listen, for liking, for commenting and/or for sharing when any given song resonates with you.  You help create a community that lifts music out of the nooks and crannies and allows it to be heard a little bit more than it otherwise might have been.  Thank You sincerely for that. Gratias tibi ago; Pax!

I love to create music.  It is really that simple.  

Dave

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