I was thrilled to find out that Sarah Harmer’s new album “Oh Little Fire” will be available in June. Sarah’s new single “Captive” can be heard on her website. I pretty much figured out the lyrics (below). I think it’s a good single, but I’m looking forward to hearing the rest of the album, especially since some of my favorite songs by her weren’t the ones that got the most air play (Greeting Aisle and Lodestar, for example).

I want to be held captive (Oh oh oh)
Forget the way I acted (Oh oh oh)
It’s just I’m out of practice (Oh oh oh)
and d-distracted

Hold me to this thing
Darling
Bring light we’ll
Climb to the rafters
As long as there’s a view to look to
Fence me in and keep me close to you

I want it for a long time (Oh oh oh)
I forgot my light-t
You threw me a lifeline (Oh oh oh)
Pulled me out of the dark night

Hold me to this thing
Darling
Bring light & we’ll
Climb to the rafters
As long as there’s a view to look to
Fence me in and keep me close to you

There will always be a lamp lit
Look how far the light is casting
Soft and steady you can see it
Glowing
With the feeling
This feeling

I want to be held captive (Oh oh oh)
Look at the way I acted (Oh oh oh)
I’m just so out of practice (Oh oh oh)
And d-distracted

Hold me to this thing
Darling
Bring light & we’ll
Climb to the rafters
As long as there’s a view to look to
Fence me in and keep me

Hold me to this thing
Darling
Bring light & we’ll
Climb to the rafters
As long as there’s a view to look to

Fence me in and keep me close
Fence me in and keep me close to you

Last weekend we were up north for four glorious days. Friday brought a series of tears, anger and frustration. A good friend of mine is swapping one province for another. Another (former?) friend of mine’s grandfather passed away. I went into a clothing store (I hate shopping). My world was not right.

I wanted silence. I wanted to forget sadness and be far away from clothing stores, cell phones and city people. But most of all, I wanted to see animals. April up north is great for two reasons: no allergies and no bugs. We walked through the bush and made enough noise to scare off the beaver from his working lunch.

We saw and heard the ruffed grouse, whose mating rituals are far more interesting and pleasant than people in their thirties. I’m looking at you, popped collar-”I’m on the Deloitte golf team” d-bags at the Bier Market (you will never again see me in that God forsaken place).

The best came last. On the way home, a prancing doe and later, a moose cow. No photos of those though… they’re always too quick.

E.T.A. Wow, unless you live in Alaska!