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We finished this record at the north pole. Calen took lots of pictures. No one licked the wolf.

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released March 23, 2018

Recorded at Codapop Studios, Halifax NS and CFS Alert, North Pole

Producer - Jon Landry
Engineer - Jason Jenkyns
Mix - Darren Van Niekerk @ Iron Tulip Audio
Additional Engineering - Trevor DeSouza
Mastering - Noah Mintz @ Lacquer Channel
Album Artwork and Layout - KT Lamond
Original Photos - Calen Kinney
Executive Producer - Ian McKinnon, GroundSwell Music

All songs written and performed by The Stanfields

With

Maggie MacDonald - Vocals on "Total Black"
Cassie MacDonald - Fiddle on "Total Black"

Andrew MacKelvie - Saxophone (tracks 4, 9, and 10)
Andrew Jackson - Trombone (tracks 4, 9, and 10)
Paul St-Amand - Trumpet (tracks 4, 9, and 10)

Horn Arrangements by Ian Bennett with Calen Kinney

Caroline Murphy, Sarah Atkinson and Jack Murtha skipped work and clapped on Carolina Reaper.

Dedicated to Carlton Munroe - brother, fighter and friend.

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The Stanfields are a Canadian rock music group, based in Halifax, Nova Scotia.

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Track Name: Afraid Of The World
A line was drawn in the sand
By a fool with a big stick and tiny hands
Promised a wall, talked about greatness
And dared to speak for me
I’m not afraid of the world
I’m not afraid of the world
I’m afraid of big money
The cold one percent
Casting me out when I can’t pay the rent
Claiming the high ground when everything’s spent
But I’m not afraid of the world
I’m not afraid of the world

A line was drawn in the sand
By a fool who claimed to be freedom’s last stand
Tore up accords, arrested the neighbours
And dared to speak for me
I’m not afraid of the world
I’m not afraid of the world
I’m afraid of big talkers who act like they know
Sacrifice, struggle and life down below
The dizzying heights of the status quo
But I’m not afraid of the world
I’m not afraid of the world

As midnight approaches
An ominous cry from the wolves on the hill
And the hawks in the sky
Turn plowshare to sword!
Turn letters to lead!
Now enough with the discourse
And bring out your dead!
Sleep in the knowledge
That somebody poorer than you
Is fodder for another useless war
Waged upon children
Smote from afar
By a hellfire volley and a victory cigar.

I’m not afraid of the world
It’s afraid of me
Track Name: Desperation
Am I a lover?
Am I a breeder?
Lost in the details
Raised on the bomb
Stuck on the ceiling
Making up someone’s numbers
For an overdose

That's the sound of desperation
That's the sound of desperation
A violent equation from the cloud
That’s the sound of desperation
That’s the sound of desperation
A federation craving something loud
From a tone that someone paid to play
On a martyr’s radio

Struck by the lightning
Bored by the thunder
Somebody’s feelings
Were hurt by a post
Empty of meaning
But chock-full of stones and daggers
That were thrown by a ghost

That’s the sound of desperation
That's the sound of desperation
A violent presentation for the crowd
That’s the sound of desperation
That’s the sound of desperation
Panic and persuasion playing loud
From a tone that someone paid to play
On a martyr’s radio

Am I a lover? Am I a breeder?
Am I a vampire or succulent bleeder?
I would be anything
For anyone - at any time - in any place
Be a bright light in a briefcase
Or a fighter for a safe space
For the hopeless - for the punters
For the gatherers and the hunters
The desperate many holding on tonight.
For the desperate many holding on tonight
For the desperate many holding on tonight
Track Name: Lantern in the Window
A devil is dancing in the gloam
With twilight eyes and cloven chrome
The master of the masquerade
Put a lantern in the window
Put a lantern in the window

He preys on the weak - he feeds on the lame
And snarls at those who utter his name
As an omen of dark days to come
Put a lantern in the window
Put a lantern in the window

For those without a voice
Who languish in the shadows
For those without a choice
Put a lantern in the window
Put a lantern in the window

A devil is dancing in the wake
Of a broken land he means to take
By force of will and grand acclaim
Put a lantern in the window

His silken tongue is savage and bold
Slithering sweet and a sight to behold
When you retire to your bed tonight
Put a lantern in the window
Put a lantern in the window

For those out in the cold
Who linger in their sorrow
For those outside the fold
Put a lantern in the window
Put a lantern in the window

Lest you awake to a world that is gone
A piece at a time in the hours before dawn
Embers and ashes where monoliths stood
A devil presiding o’er all that is good

Laughing in your face
And basking in his bank roll
For those who fall off the pace
Leave a lantern in the window
Leave a lantern in the window
And brace yourself for the end times
But keep your hearts aglow
Track Name: Your Flag (Won't Save You Anymore)
The time has come for real life
To kick you in the teeth
With the fury of a million bombs
On gridlock underneath
The words that warn are left to chance
Drifting in the breeze
With a mess of dinosaur bones
From faceless factories

Your flag won’t save you anymore
Keep the ocean from rising up and
Washing away the shore
Keep the sun from bearing down upon
The heads of the idle poor
Your flag won’t save you anymore
Your flag won’t save you anymore

The time has come for a wake up call
But you’re addicted to the dream
Of convenience - right and wrong
And a full blown enemy
Down on four and dead to rights
No hero in the wings
No electric starring role
In the modern sport of kings

Your flag won’t save you anymore
Keep the baying mob from rioting
On the winding road to war
Keep the blood from raining down upon
The heads of the riled poor
Your flag won’t save you anymore
Your flag won’t save you anymore

The time has gone to make it right
The fallout and the tears
There’s a reckoning coming on
With blood stained souvenirs

Your flag won’t save you anymore
Keep the plutocrats from lining up
To harvest away the core
Of a world hell bent on going out
With a whimper - not a roar
Your flag won’t save you anymore
Your flag won’t save you anymore
Track Name: Carolina Reaper
Lost in a haze of battered steel
Factory corpses - fallow fields
Made to reap what others sowed
An imminent banquet for the crows
The taste of rain knows not your tongue
The sound of laughter - stranger still
Carolina - do you long for the grandeur
Of another age when mountains moved upon command?
Before the bomb rendered soil into sand

Do you believe that gods or men
Led you to this viper den?
The wilderness cares not for qualms
Trivial flags and broken psalms
Still you crave old tired lines
You poor bag of bones in a tattered coat
Carolina, do you long for an answer?
The answer lays in the wicked hearts of humankind
Swept up in the craze of a layman’s grand design

Critical mass and cruel machines
Raped the earth in unity
Clinked their glasses - claimed a win
They played you like a violin
In the dying symphony’s
Final opus, you’re a star
Carolina, do you long for a future
Praying for rain for the farmer in the dell
Or spitting out nails on a broken carousel?
Track Name: Light
They said that I was a heathen
A leper and Luddite
There once was a time I believed them
Now I’m clothed in golden light

Light - Light
Won’t let the crones come down on me

They fled to their holds and their havens
With their lovers gold and wines
And left me to my own devices
In the glow of golden light

Light – Light - Light
Won’t let the crones come down on me

When you the rot the night away - the pain is dull
Take the sullen pride away - what’s left is null
Will you find another way around the sun?
Live to die another day by writ or gun?
Track Name: Let It Run
When the sun goes down
We roll up all of the sidewalks
We lock our doors - we lose our minds
And the neighbours do the same
From somewhere across the airwaves
Blood flows through our living room screens
Entertain us we say
Let it run – Let it run – Let it run
Let it run – Let it run – Let it run

It’s the same old song and dance
That puts us to bed at night
And the same old chemicals
That bring us back to life
Somewhere across the city
A vagrant soul is bleeding out
In a chorus we say
Let it run – Let it run – Let it run
Let it run – Let it run – Let it run

I’m a lion wound up when it doesn’t matter
I’m a liar bound up when something’s at stake
I beat my chest and shrivel
In my corner of Limboland
With a chip on my shoulder
And a gun in my hand
To build my walls higher – build them higher
Build them higher – build them higher
Build them higher – c’est la vie

It’s not that I’m coward without any feelings
It’s not that I don’t wish that I could change the world
It’s just that I'll get swept away
When shit creek overruns its banks
Hear the rich man say
Let it run – Let it run – Let it run
From miles away
Let it run – Let it run – Let it run
On a holiday
Let it run – Let it run – Let it run
Give me disarray!
Let it run – Let it run – Let it run
Over truffle soufflé
Let it run – Let it run – Let it run
Track Name: Total Black
When you left - I was done
I was broken clean in two
With overflowing pockets and
A well appointed empty home
Was it all for nothing dear?
Curse this wicked tongue of mine
For the hurtful words that flowed
And burned as only poison can
In my mind I’m a wreck
But on the surface I’m the typical
Shell of spit and steel
Built to win and scared to be alone

When you left I wasn’t there
I was chasing a great white whale
Of my own invention
On the lash and taking on all comers
Those who tread upon my path
Those who dared to call me out
Those who said I couldn’t do a thing
With the hand I was dealt
All I saw was total black
All I felt was pinpricks in my pride
All I ever wanted was to win
And never be alone

When I lay down tonight with another nameless lover
I’ll think of you despite being in the arms of another
This lesson I have learned will see me to my grave
This burden is well earned
I’m eternally its slave
Track Name: There's A Light
There’s a light shining through the scars
Of a million tired souls
Kindled in the heart of us all
From a flame can come a witch’s fire
Or a warm hearth in a blizzard
Calling us in from the darkness
The golden age has come and gone
So-called progress marches on
The best of all things in the worst of all times
The future is here - all nickels and dimes
The same old story sells itself
Class and conduct - labour and wealth
Waiting in their station for a train that’ll never come

So many times - I found myself at odds
With the words of self-styled kings
But I had not the strength to deny them
And other times - I tried to still the waters
Running canyons in my mind
But I only managed to get in my own way

But I dare to hope that the clouds will break
And the good sun will prevail
To burn away the cruel fog of war
And turn the scorched earth green
They can nail me to the pearly gates
And salve my wounds with lye
They can do many things
But they won’t make a fool out of me.

There’s a life carved out in the stars
For a billion burdened souls
Waiting around to die
On the day you stand to meet your maker
Be it a god or Mother Nature
Can you say that lived the right way?
Can you say it?
Track Name: How Long Is The Road
How long is the Road?
How long is the Road?
That leads me to the promised mother lode
Where I can be free to mend my tired bones
And lay my head to rest
How long is the road

How much do I owe?
How much do I owe?
My mouth is dry and all my blood is sold
Am I being played by the quick-tongued predators?
By the going market rate
How much do I owe?

How do you sleep?
How do you sleep?
When you know what’s yours is someone else’s keep
How can you frame the victim as the cause?
When you turn the lamp down low
How do you sleep?

How long is the Road?
How long is the Road?
That leads me to the promised mother lode
Where I can be free to mend my tired bones
And lay my head to rest
How long is the road

How will I live?
How will I live?
I’m all tapped out with no more fucks to give
This is a case of survival
If I make it home tonight
How will I live?

How long is the Road?
How long is the Road?
That leads me to the promised mother lode
Where I can be free to mend my tired bones
And lay my head to rest
How long is the road

How long is the Road?
How long is the Road?
That’s driving me to sensory overload
Where I can be safe to call on someone if I fall?
I’ve no idea how long it takes to walk at my own pace
How long is the road?
Track Name: Blow Winds Blow (Bonus Track)
Blow Winds Blow
Bring a howling rage
Bring to me the sanity
That I so dearly crave
Here I sit in the darkness
Here I am bound in chains
A shadow of my former self
‘ere little else remains
My mind is a field fallen fallow
In the morning I shall swing from the gallows

Blow Winds Blow
Beyond all pale and ken
Carry me across the sea
Where I’ll be free again
To live a life of virtue
Free from tax and tithe
To build upon the shred of hope
That’s keeping me alive
My soul’s a dying river
Black and shallow
In the morning I shall swing from the gallows

Blow Winds Blow
A bitter northern gale
Bring to me the bravery
To face my end with hale
To shed nary a tear
As I face down the horde
Gathered on the village green
To reap a grim reward
With looks upon their faces
Cold and sallow
In the morning I shall swing from the gallows

What once the land that beckoned me home
Is now but cinder and scheme
What once was domain of pirate and lord
Is now the American Dream.

What once was a land of promise and hope
Is now but cinder and scheme
What once was domain of tyrant and crown
Is now the American Dream