Everything comes together beautifully on Spencer's new album: words, melodies, sounds, arrangements, instruments, it just keeps going from one shining moment to the next, and usually two or three together. Gleaned from winter writing sessions over the past three years, the songs have that reflective quality we all know from the shorter days and deeper moods.”

Bob Mersereau, The Top 100 Canadian Blog

Chasing Rabbits

Terra Spencer

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Available now! Chasing Rabbits is the soundtrack to a snowy car ride home after Christmas shopping at Sears when you were a kid. Terra's eagerly-anticipated second album is collection of wintery songs about snowbird romance, leaving and longing, family ties, home life and wildlife. Her butterscotch voice melts into sparkling piano, rich harmonies from The Bombadils, and cinematic strings from Bela String Quartet, recorded in Halifax at Sonic Temple Recording Studio with some of the city's finest players.

Terra gratefully acknowledges the support of Music Nova Scotia and the Province of Nova Scotia.

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OTTAWA, ON - Nova Scotian funeral director-turned-songwriter Terra Spencer  follows up her 2019 debut Other People's Lives on Friday, November 13, 2020 with Chasing Rabbits, a collection of songs set against the backdrop of the Canadian winter.

“Chasing Rabbits follows the tracks of ten stories about the people (and in one case, a dog) that are close to my heart.  It tells the stories of emotions when there is distance in between;  distance between yourself and someone who has taken you heart, the distance between you and a wild animal in the woods, leaving to go to college, or crossing the ocean on tour.  This album is about what it means to come back home."

After recording the cinematic single In the City with Halifax’s Bela String Quartet in 2018, Terra vowed to return to Sonic Temple to rekindle her romance with its grand piano. Taking the producer's seat alongside legendary East Coast engineer and studio owner Lil Thomas, she shaped each song with the '70s sounds of Carole King, Jackson Browne, and Joni Mitchell, and drew inspiration from East Coast songwriters Jennah Barry and Rose Cousins.

While hosting an adventurous weekly livestream from a blanket fort, raising funds for Feed Nova Scotia, Terra spent the quarantine lockdown crafting this new collection of songs about leaving and longing, home life and wildlife; from a grisly coyote encounter on a woods trail, to a snowbird romance in Vietnam.

Spencer discussed the project with Canadian songwriter Ron Sexsmith, who shared the importance of documenting moments and experiences through an album.  She then noted: “When you work as a funeral director, you often think about the things people leave behind, and it makes me happy to think of these songs outliving me in some small way. Unlike my first record, these songs are all deeply rooted in my own life.”

Collaborating with The Bombadils for the album's first single and video, Lunenburg Moon, Terra is pleased to announced that the Halifax folk duo will be joining her for the first two (sold out) album release shows in Nova Scotia, including a performance at the coveted Carleton Bar and Grill.

- Sarah Porter, Porter Music Management

Sometimes when you’re walking on a dark street at night you catch a vignette unfolding in a lighted window and the whole story’s there. In the moment. The songs on Terra Spencer’s new CD Chasing Rabbits, are like that, replete with seamless, shifting, arrangements and angel band horns. They are each complete stories, compellingly wrapped in a blanket warm voice. This is an artist who knows both sides of the heart well, who has seen enough of life to still reflect kindly, if keenly, on its continuous unfoldings. ” - David Francey

ALBUM CREDITS

Terra Spencer - music & lyrics, vocals, piano, guitar, bass 
Sarah Frank - harmony vocals, violin 
Luke Fraser - harmony vocals, mandolin, electric guitar 
Adam Fine - electric and double bass 
Jordi Comstock - drums and percussion 
Andrew Jackson - trombone 
Sarah Kasprzak - French horn 
Steve Reid - trumpet 
Anna Wedlock - In the City string arrangement, violin 
Anthony Rissesco - second violin 
Alex Bates - viola 
Catherine Little - cello 
David Campbell - pedal steel 
Kimm Kent - Deer Spirit drum 
Lil Thomas - electric guitar 
Scott Ferguson - djembe 
The Kasprzaks - Home Choir 

Produced by Terra Spencer. 
Recorded and engineered by Lil Thomas at Sonic Temple in Halifax, NS 
In the City recorded and engineered by Mike Hastings at Sonic Temple 
Mixed and mastered by Scott Ferguson at FMP Matrix in Dartmouth, NS

 

Terra gratefully acknowledges the support of the Music Nova Scotia Investment Program and The Province of Nova Scotia. 

SONG LYRICS

MELT

The snow’s piling high, the streetlight goes dark 
The afterglow omen of a disappeared spark 
The snowflakes are memories too heavy to lift 
With no will to move them I let my mind drift 
Each snowflake reminds me how warm your love felt 
I watch them as they fall down and wait for them to melt 

The summer was heaven, the winter is long 
Now we've lost the power to fix what went wrong 
Your name spelled in footprints the snowflakes erase 
They turn into teardrops that fall on my face 
Each snowflake reminds me how warm your love felt 
I watch them as they fall down and wait for them to melt 

I bury my treasures in a bank of mistakes 
My arms feeling empty with no angels to make 
Each snowflake’s a memory, its own time and place 
And I pray that the sunshine will take every trace 
Of these snowflakes, they remind me how warm your love felt 
I watch them as they fall down and wait for them to melt

Lunenburg Moon

The church glowing golden, I remember your smile 
And the echo of footsteps as we met in the aisle 
And the music was gentle but it lifted us high 
It was just an old folk song, but it still made me cry 

We went to a party with some friends down the street 
The wine kept on flowing as we followed our feet 
To a house on the hillside while the town was asleep 
Every step on the staircase had a secret to keep 

All the words I remember 
And I remember the tune 
At the end of September 
And me and you and the Lunenburg moon 

Your hand I was holding, my heart skipping beats 
In the bed of a captain with sails for its sheets 
The room was so quiet, just whispers and waves 
In the darkness we drifted, two souls to be saved 

All the words I remember 
And I remember the tune 
At the end of September 
And me and you and the Lunenburg moon

CHASING RABBITS

 When Cleo was a puppy she got sick and nearly died 
And the vet suspects it left her with some damage deep inside 
She can’t handle freedom in the woods or on the beach 
We know that she’ll go running so we keep her on a leash 

Deep down I know Cleo is an awful lot like me 
We tend to hide our troubles places people never see 
She’s a slave to being anxious, I’m a slave to my bad habits 
When I should be busy working I’m distracted, chasing rabbits 

In my dreams I try to catch them but they wake me up at night 
When I think of all the music and the songs I didn’t write 
I know I held myself back, no, I can’t blame anyone  
Every morning I make Cleo stop and walk instead of run 

Since we can’t handle freedom, our family keeps us close 
Though we take out our frustrations on the ones that matter most 
Then we cover them with kisses, or we hide our love away 
When the only thing they want is for us to sit, for us to stay 

Deep down I know Cleo is an awful lot like me 
We tend to hide our troubles places people never see 
And I wish that I could trust her, wish that I could let her go 
I would drop her leash and watch her chase the rabbits through the snow

 IN THE CITY

The place that I come from has only one city 
The traffic lights through the windshield were festive and pretty 
Christmas shopping at Zellers and Sears when I was a kid 
I dreamed someday I’d live there, and for two years I did 

My mom cried, and Lady Di died the day I left for college 
Where I stayed up too late writing papers and faking my knowledge  
Of philosophy, history, lectures that I had slept through 
I had only enrolled just to say I had something to do 

I would walk through the wind and the snow of a winter Park Lane  
See the spring garden flowers grow in the Spring Garden rain 
The streets named for trees were a forest to me 
With no one to hear when I fell 
In the city that hid me so well 

A twenty-four hour IGA grocery store 
A two-bedroom apartment above that I couldn’t afford 
Video Difference, suspense, drama, and horror 
Like the night I called cops to bust into a locked bathroom door 

Where a scorned former boyfriend unbottled his feelings inside 
Talking madness and swallowing sadness to make it subside 
I tried to be cool and calm but I was terrified  
When they took him away I can’t even say if I cried 

I collected my thoughts, called collect from a public pay phone 
For my regular check-in and chat with my mother back home 
I was too stubborn to tell her that I was in trouble 
I pretended I only saw rainbows from inside my bubble 

I would walk through the wind and the snow of a winter Park Lane  
See the spring garden flowers grow in the Spring Garden rain 
 The streets named for trees were a forest to me 
With no one to hear when I fell 
In the city that hid me so well 

Like a daisy making its way through a sidewalk crack 
The love of a friend called my heart and my heart called him back 
He would walk through the Commons alone at 3:30am 
With a sandwich he’d stolen, bologna or PB and jam 

A confessional booth at a Wendy's with burgers and fries 
We shared our mistakes over milkshakes and untied our lies 
He had flunked out of school, a secret he’d carefully covered 
There and then we decided that we’d rather study each other 

We would walk through the wind and the snow of a winter Park Lane 
See the spring garden flowers grow in the Spring Garden rain 
The streets named for trees where he walked next to me 
With no one to hear when we fell in love 
In the city he loved me so well

 TRAINING TO FLY

I look overhead in the morning  
To the families of Canada geese 
In the grey autumn sky they are training to fly 
Broken Vs, incomplete victories 

And today while I make my way homeward 
I think of the snowbirds that sing 
Sometimes I can’t tell if I’m still in my shell 
Or I’ve started stretching my wings 

Then I feel the wind pushing forward 
I feel the pull of the sky 
The fear and the freedom of a free-falling bird 
That’s been waiting and training to fly 

I thought I would be like my mother 
Her babies kept safe in their nest 
With no thoughts in her mind to leave them behind 
Every day she gave them her best 

But a nest isn’t made for forever 
And my babies, I want you to know 
That it’s good to be grown and choose paths of your own 
And be brave wherever you go 

I feel the wind pushing forward 
I feel the pull of the sky 
The fear and the freedom of a free-falling bird 
That’s been waiting and training to fly 

I feel the wind pushing forward 
I feel the pull of the sky 
The fear and the freedom of a free-falling bird 
That’s been waiting and training to fly 
I've been waiting and training to fly

 MOTHERLAND

The wash machine is just 1/4 full  
I only packed a few things for the flight  
Christmas socks and a sweater knit from homespun wool  
things to keep me warm alone at night 

The February wind is whipping round  
the 401 is closed down for the snow  
a call goes straight to voicemail the loneliest of sounds  
with three days left to kill until the show 

I never dreamed I’d land in Holland Landing 
In a country band with a rambling man 
I had no understanding of being away from day to day 
It isn’t something that I planned 
I miss my babies back in motherland 

You tell me everything is going fine  
we all agree the weeks are going to fly 
No matter how we listen things go missing across the line  
I lose my voice before I start to cry 

I tell you that the tour is going well 
The crowds are sweet, and people here are kind  
I ask about your homework but you don’t have much to tell 
I’m feeling every minute of the hour that I’m behind 

I never dreamed I’d land in Holland Landing 
In a country band with a rambling man 
I had no understanding of being away from day to day 
It isn’t something that I planned 
I miss my babies back in motherland 

I hope you find the valentines I hid 
I’ll bring a few treats home from the hotel  
We’ll bake that batch of cookies  
Just like we did when you were kids 
And in my mind, I still can find the smell 

I never dreamed I’d land in Holland Landing 
In a country band with a rambling man 
I had no understanding of being away from day to day 
It isn’t something that I planned 
I miss my babies back in motherland 

I miss my babies...

MANITOBA MAPLE

There is one tall tree 
A Manitoba Maple  
Rocking like a cradle  
When the wind and rain combine 
I watch through the window  
As the hurricane advances  
The maple bends and dances 
The power leaves the line 

My family tree is narrow 
No sisters and no brothers 
My father and my mother 
My children and my love 
I hope that I can give them  
The time and space and sunlight 
To be happy in their own right  
And reach for stars above 

When the Manitoba Maple's coming down 
And the branches die, we'll finally tie a yellow ribbon round 
But the roots run deep 
And we there keep the seeds of memories 
Nested in the branches of our family tree 

Musicians, cooks, and bakers, 
Painters and school teachers 
Pentecostal preachers 
On the promises they stand  
My grandma was a wonder 
When her time had come to part  
I sang her In the Garden 
'Til she let go of my hand 

When the Manitoba Maple's coming down 
And the branches die 
We'll finally tie a yellow ribbon round 
But the roots run deep 
And we there keep the seeds of memories 
Nested in the branches of our family tree 

As the storm passes over 
The soft light of a candle  
Finds the pictures on my mantle 
The smiles on wedding days 
May we stay strong and steady  
Like a Manitoba Maple 
Rocking like a cradle 
With the strength to bend and sway 

When the Manitoba Maple's coming down 
And the branches die 
We'll finally tie a yellow ribbon round 
But the roots run deep 
And we there keep the seeds of memories 
Nested in the branches of our family tree 
Nested in the branches of our family tree

COYOTES

I set out with the sunrise on a set of worn-out skis 
My thoughts were hanging heavy as the snow upon the trees 
I was thinking of my granddad, how he'd given many warnings 
To watch out for coyotes in the woods on winter mornings 

With a dagger in my pocket that could kill me if I fell 
I made two lines like the highway through the trail I knew so well 
At the log bridge by the river, I heard a rustle at my back 
Caught a glimpse of the coyote that was following my tracks 

In her eyes a glow of amber, in a flash she lunged for me 
I stumbled in my skis, she ripped my snow pants at the knee 
With a mittened hand I wrestled, tried to free my granddad’s knife 
Drove it deep into the soft fur of the dog to save my life 

With a whimper she relented and the snow turned angry red 
She licked her wounded shoulder while my own leg pulsed and bled 
A shadow broke the sunlight in the corner of my eye 
A pack of young coyotes come to watch their mother die 

As her babies gathered round me, I could smell their puppy breath 
And my thoughts in that brief moment were of life instead of death 
As they tore me into pieces and licked my old bones clean 
My spirit grew so peaceful, the most at rest I’d ever been 

I thought of my own babies, running fingers through their hair,  
And all the times I had wronged them, caught my leg in my own snare 
I will see no fiery furnace, no box deep in the ground 
Just a pack of wild coyotes and their high and lonesome sound

 FEELS LIKE HOME

Skyscrapers stoplights and barfights spill into the street 
I walk home at midnight I keep my eyes on my feet 
Loneliness dark and deep in the city that doesn't sleep 
No trace of your smile on the faces of strangers I meet 

I stare out the window, lost in the space of my bed 
The sounds from the sidewalk can't drown out the noise in my head 
The view can't compare to your eyes, the city can't sing lullabies 
All I hear is the echo of words that you said 

Home 
When I see your face  
I am in a place that feels like home 

I had big city lights shining bright in my small town dream 
I was blind with excitement, the future in high beam 
I thought I was ready to fly 
But I've been falling since we said goodbye 
And the stars in the sky they are farther away than they seem 

Home 
When I see your face  
I am in a place that feels like home 

It's the break in your voice when you call 
It's the photos on my bedroom wall 
It's the words of an old favorite song 
The feeling of where I belong 

Home's not a place that you  stay 
It is someone that meets you halfway 
I will only be home when I'm standing with you 

Home 
When I see your face  
I am in a place that feels like home

SAIGON

I drive him to the airport, and he promises to call 
He tells me that in love there are just two ways to fall 
In and out of Vietnam 
There were times I saw him falling deep and down 

She had never seen a snowfall, felt the fresh air on her face 
So he buys a one-way ticket, flies her to his rented place 
And he sings her gentle music, brings her roses from the grocery downtown 

Say hi from Saigon  
With a sigh, and he is gone 
Gone to find the sun and try find someone to warm his heart 
Say hi from Saigon 
Where the evening meets the dawn 
Country man and city girl  
Holding hands but they are still a world apart 

They have no need for speaking on the sand beneath the sunset 
She makes him fancy dinners, sews him clothes, and learns his language 
Then she offers him her soul but keeps her clothes on under blankets in the dark 

Then she drive him to the airport when the roses lose their redness 
And returns to washing dishes, serving coffee to the tourists  
As he starts a new adventure and he doesn't know how deep he leaves a mark 

Say hi to Saigon  
With a sigh, and he is gone 
Gone to find the sun and try to find someone to warm his heart 
Say hi to Saigon 
Where the evening meets the dawn 
Country man and city girl  
Holding hands but they are still a world apart 

So I answer when he calls me after they have been together 
And he wonders if she'll be the one to stay with him forever 
To love him without judgement, and be faithful, kind, and true 
But there is more to love than what someone can do for you 

Goodbye to Saigon 
She will cry when he is gone 
Although she hides it well, her family can tell it from her eyes 
Goodbye to Saigon 
He is always moving on 
When the winter's over you ought to know a snowbird's gonna fly 
When the winter's over you ought to know a snowbird's gonna fly

 

All lyrics copyright Terra Spencer, SOCAN.