NEWFIELAND

A salute to the people and places I encountered on Canada's east coast

Newfieland

When you get to heaven, or so the legend goes,
You can tell the Newfoundlander;
the one that wants to go home

A fluid horizon, cumulus sky, semaphore laundry line
Stunted stands of black spruce, puffins in the cliffs,
and peat under your gumboots, to spring down the road.

This sea bring everyone to her harbours;
icebergs and humpback whales
Fog rolls in slow-mo most days
You don’t leave, you tear yourself away from her

Newfieland, the new found land
Newfieland, the new found land

Silurian sandstone, erratics off shore,
Tableland moonscapes of Gros Morne
Carnivorous bog plants, lupine waving hills,
and peat under your gumboots

When you get to heaven, or so the legend goes
You can always tell the Newfie
the one that wants to go home
the one that wants to go home

JP - vocals, guitar, bass & FX programming

Brendan Ostrander - drums

Tom Neville – violin