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JUST LIKE TREES & BIRDS

Our bodies are just like trees

Our bodies ( bent over ) are just like trees ( exposed; endangered )
Our bodies ( limbs twisted ) are just like trees ( fragile; vulnerable )
Our bodies ( growth stunted ) are just like trees ( dwarfed; unhealthy )

We sway, we shake, we bend… we break
All determines our growth, our shape

Our spirits are just like birds

Our spirits ( uplifted ) are just like birds ( soaring; gliding )
Our spirits ( instinctive ) are just like birds ( driven; natural )
Our spirits ( transient ) are just like birds ( fleeting; disappearing )

We fly, we plane, we plunge… we flee
All determines our chance to be free

We live, overcome, survive… succumb
All determines what we become

Our bodies are just like trees
Our spirits are just like birds

Our bodies, and spirits, are just like trees, and just like birds

I ACHE ALL OVER

I…I ache
I ache all over

Bent by the weight
Of man’s inflicted hate
I ache
Crushed by the force
Of those with no remorse
I ache

Twisted by the pain
Of those struggling in vain
I ache
Broken by the stress
Of the tormented oppressed
I ache

Screaming pain
Exploding veins
Agonizing strain
Throbbing brain
Hurt by the plight
Of those fighting for life
In distress; no peace
No reprieve

Drenched by the tears
Of children living in fear
I ache
Pierced by the cries
Of women, terrified
I ache

I…I ache
I ache all over

CLEAN-UP

We rub;
We scrub
We rub; we scrub
But the filth; the dirt of mankind never goes.

Clean up the waste
Rinse, ‘n flush and fumigate
Decontaminate,
Cleanse and sponge and ventilate

Sanitize, deodorize, dehumidify, and purify
Sweep away, wash away the grime
Scour away, disinfect the slime.

Garbage, garbage….lavish waste and rubbish
Carnage, carnage….cruelty and anguish
Over, over, over consumption….under, undercover corruption
High-browed conceit…. lowdown deceit…
those who mistreat, scheme & who cheat
Nastiness & wickedness; greediness & naughtiness;
dirtiness & grubbiness; sloppiness & filthiness

Too much garbage…we rub
So much carnage….we scrub
Over consumption…we rub
Undercover corruption….we scrub

Clean it up!....But the filth, the dirt: never goes.

So disgusting!…dirty, dirty
Reeking and putrid!…dirty, dirty
Such squalor!

The filth, the dirt never goes
We rub ‘n scrub ‘n rub ‘n scrub
Never goes!
The filth, the dirt never goes.
Dirty, dirty!

MY INNER SELF

Words, like birds, around me fly
But I never emit my inner cry

Riffs and motifs buzz like bees in a throng
Yet I never sing my inner song

Images and light in intense interplay
Though I never expose my inner way

Emotions and drama; a theatrical wealth
Still I never display my inner self

Love arrives but always departs
Yet I never bare my inner heart

Alone, and withdrawn; profound solitude
Though I never disclose my inner mood

Failures and hardships; I’ve paid the toll
Yet I never reveal my inner soul

Wisdom attained by losing my youth
But I never divulge the inner truth

GO WITH THE FLOW

Go with the flow
Sway to and fro
Move with the groove
Feeling the mood

Twist ‘n bend; let your body twist ‘n bend
Transcend; feel your spirit; transcend
No stress; rid yourself of all stress
Relax; set your mind at rest

Breathe deep; take the time ‘n really breathe
Release; know your strength ‘n move with ease
Hold the beat; keep the rhythm and the beat
Feel the heat; lose the tension, feel the heat

Embrace….Connect….Balance….Focus
Embrace: open up and let go
Connect: let the energy flow
Balance: feel the power in you grow

Twist ‘n bend; Transcend
No stress; Release
Breathe deep; With ease
Hold the beat; Feel the heat

SHAY-LAH

onomatopÚes….onomatopoeia

JING-A-LO

JING –A -LO
TAY LEE MY A
Sing our song
Just a while-a
JING –A -LO
TAY LEE MY A
Sing along.

Let your voice
JING-A-LY-O
Let’s rejoice
Singing


WORLD HELLO

BONJOUR……HELLO……XIN CH└O……NI HAO

SHALOM / SAL┬M ALEЇKOUM
SH╔KON / SALUTON
GEI┴ SOU / DOBRY DEN
GUTEN TAG / GOD DAG

BUON GIORNO / SALUTO
BOM DIA / KONICHIWA
MERHABA / ZDRAVSTVUITE
ANNYEONGHASEYO / OLA

BONJOU…HALLO…KAIXO…OSIYO
HIYA / ALOHA / DYDH DA / BULA

BUNĀ-ZIUA……BUENOS DIAS
OMEUDJOUM╔…… NAMASTH╔

BONJOUR / HELLO / KAAROH / OWINDAL╚
Y┴’┴T’╔╔H / NILZE / MINGALABA / KIA ORA

MY-A-LO

onomatopÚes….onomatopoeia

SPICE

Shake it up ‘n shake it; shake it
Shake it up

SPICE UP YOUR LIFE
SPICE IS NICE
SPICE UP YOUR LIFE
SPICE IS NICE
HAVE A WILD THYME
STIR IN HERBS
HAVE A WILD THYME
STIR IN HERBS

SPICE

No worries..…..with curry
No temper……with pepper
No disputes…..with ginger root
No hassle…….with basil

A hint…of mint
SAVOR….THE FLAVOR
A trace…of mace
SAVOR…THE FLAVOR

SPICE

PARSLEY, ROSEMARY, CARAWAY
CAYENNE, CARDAMOM, CINNAMON
TARRAGON, MARJORAM, SAFFRON
GARLIC & TUMERIC

DARKNESS

Worn thin
As fragile as porcelain
Worn out
Frayed by the notion of doubt
So helpless…..so weary
So listless…….so dreary
Such darkness….so uneasy

Forlorn
Dragging around so estranged, bruised and torn
Alone
Flailing about in an empty, dark zone

No way might the light break through
Such hazy gloom, so dense
No way might the night reveal
A thread of true peace and sense

So helpless……so weary
So listless……..so dreary
Such darkness….so uneasy

Falling, falling, falling
Sinking, sinking, sinking
Fading, fading, fading
Dwindling, dwindling, dwindling
Falling, falling to nowhere
Sinking, sinking; unaware
Fading, fading with no care
Dwindling, dwindling; in despair

The clouds move in
No silver lining or magic rainbow
The fog thickens
No illumination or golden halo

Just a maze before my gaze
Of dark despair

BACK & FORTH

Feeling good ‘n, high and energetic
Then I feel low, and am so pathetic

I’M UP – I’M DOWN
I GO BACK & FORTH

Feeling right ‘n, sure to be triumphant
Then I’m found wrong, showing lack of judgment

I’M RIGHT - I’M WRONG
I GO BACK & FORTH

SEESAW PENDULUM
SEESAW BACK & FORTH
SEESAW SWING
SEESAW BACK & FORTH
PENDULUM, BACK & FORTH

Feeling strong ‘n, full of confidence
Then I collapse, with such diffidence

I’M STRONG - I’M WEAK
I GO BACK & FORTH

Feeling rapture, and so full of passion
Then I’m seized by loathing and disaffection

I LOVE - I HATE
I GO BACK & FORTH

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            SLIPPING AWAY

               DON'T MAKE WAVES
    CYCLIC LAMENT
                    COMPROMISED
                        CAT STEPS
                            MAKE IT GO AWAY
                                SLIP-UP
                BI-CYCLIC LAMENT
                                    LEFT WITH DREAD
                                        STRESSED-OUT
                                            SURVIVAL
                                                WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE?
                                TRI-CYCLIC LAMENT



SLIPPING AWAY

music & lyrics: Daniel St-Jean & Pauline Tidbury
tabla: Shawn Mativetsky
vocals/violin/tambourine: Pauline Tidbury
guitars/dulcimer/dulcitar/bass/drum/chimes/keyboard: Daniel St-Jean

The air is heavy with foreboding
The ground; uneven and eroding
The sun is clothed in a veil of death
Awaiting the winds of change, to take a breath


Slipping away.



There was a time when years seemed like days
Intensity and passion; lighting the way
Moments of freedom, depth and elation
A feeling of belonging, of hope, and direction

Slipping away.



A time when days; they seem like years
Wild emotions; run on in fear
Gaiety; immersed in soulful contemplation

The dread of action within a lost dimension

Slipping away.



DON'T MAKE WAVES

music & lyrics: Daniel St-Jean & Pauline Tidbury
narration: Amelia & Anna Duguay, Amanda Haynes, Ed Masseau
guitars/bass/drum/udu/water drum: Daniel St-Jean
vocals/violin/tambourine/rainstick/seed shaker: Pauline Tidbury

The sea is vast; 
On the surface it's calm.
See all the people, just cruising along.
They're feelin' real secure and they're having fun
Just layed way back and takin' in the sun.

So don't make waves.
Don't make waves.

The water's still;
The river's smooth as glass.
See all the people just drifting past.
The current's so mild, they just move with the flow
Along the river's course, wherever it goes.



Don't make waves.
Some call it a sin
'Cause they don't know how to swim.
Don't make waves.
You mustn't forget
They don't wanna get wet.

So don't make waves.
Don't make waves.

The bay is sheltered;
The harbour's serene.
See all the people, as if in a dream.
They're feelin' safe near the shore, paddling around
While ripples wash in; peace and quiet abound.



CYCLIC LAMENT

music: Daniel St-Jean & Pauline Tidbury
cymbal: Yannick St-Jean-Lafaurie
harmonica/guitar: Daniel St-Jean
violon/seed shaker/bicycle wheel: Pauline Tidbury

                          



COMPROMISED

music & lyrics: Daniel St-Jean & Pauline Tidbury
tabla: Shawn Mativetsky
vocals/violin/tambourine: Pauline Tidbury
guitars/dulcimer/dulcitar/bass/drum/keyboard: Daniel St-Jean

It’s just another day
Compromised

And so it goes; it barely shows

Compromised
Overwhelmed by the shame; falling target to the blame
Compromised
Nothing ever really changes
Compromised

I cannot move; I do not care
I cannot laugh; I do not dare
Compromised
I want to flee; but don't know where
I want to quit; but don't know how

I hate this place, this race, this void.
You should know; you made it so.
I cannot breathe, but cannot leave.
You turn away, with nothing to say.

It's just another day
Compromised

And so it goes; it barely shows
Compromised
Overwhelmed by the shame; falling target to the blame
Nothing every really changes

I want to hide away inside.
I need to cry my heart out dry.
I have to know the reason why
I feel un-whole; I’ve lost my soul.





CAT STEPS

music: Daniel St-Jean & Pauline Tidbury
guitar/dulcitar/bass: Daniel St-Jean
vocals/violin/wood chimes/seed shaker/Chinese balls: Pauline Tidbury



Artist : Carole Latulipe



MAKE IT GO AWAY

music & lyrics: Daniel St-Jean & Pauline Tidbury
cajˇn: Robert LalibertÚ
vocals/violin/tambourine: Pauline Tidbury
udu/washboard/cymbal: Yannick St-Jean-Lafaurie
guitars/dulcimer/dulcitar/bass/cymbal/keyboard: Daniel St-Jean 

Shrieks of terror come from deeper than laughter; shouts for joy.
 Yet they're lost amidst the clamor of those engrossed in fun.
Piercing cries of the tortured, chilling cries of rape and fear
Never penetrate the walls; no-one ever seems to hear.

I'm disgusted by brutality, hate and lust;
By cruelty, hostility, greed and unjust violence of all kinds.
I'm sickened by the pain; by the pain.

Make it go away.

Pleading howls and wails from children, so plaintive, yet they fail
To stop aggression; being stifled by hands inflicting harm.
From depravity, tears of misery, overflow in helplessness.
Ignored by a society who cannot absorb distress.

Make it go away.





SLIP-UP

music & lyrics: Daniel St-Jean & Pauline Tidbury
drum: Yannick St-Jean-Lafaurie
guitars/bass/keyboard: Daniel St-Jean
vocals/violin/tambourine: Pauline Tidbury

Watch out! Take care…Go steady there.

A slip of the tongue
And the wrong has been done.
A fatal slip of the tongue;
It can’t be undone.

Having a good talk, with a good friend, over a good meal, in a good place.
Everything is okay…everything is so right.
Saying the right words, in the right way, at the right time, on the right day.
Then something goes wrong…very wrong.

A slip of the tongue
And the wrong has been done.
A fatal slip of the tongue; 
It can’t be undone.

Buying into a good thing, at a good price, at a good time; it’s a good deal.
Everything is okay…everything is so right.
Spending the right amount, in the right way, at the right time, in the right place.
Then something goes wrong…very wrong.

A slip of the pen
And the money’s been spent.
A faulty slip of the pen;
It was not your intent.

Watch out! Take care…Go steady there.
Watch out! Take care…Go steady, go steady there
Or you’ll slip-up…Slip-up.

‘Cause when things are just right…a slight mishap…could happen.
Slip-up…
It can happen…just like that…a slight mishap.

Watch out!


BI-CYCLIC LAMENT

music: Daniel St-Jean & Pauline Tidbury
accordion: Walter Palmieri
cymbal: Yannick St-Jean-Lafaurie
guitar/udu: Daniel St-Jean
vocals/violin/bicycle wheel/seed shaker: Pauline Tidbury







LEFT WITH DREAD

music & lyrics: Daniel St-Jean & Pauline Tidbury
vocals/violin/tambourine/seed shaker: Pauline Tidbury
guitars/dulcitar/bass/drum/udu/keyboard: Daniel St-Jean
   
You lair me in… then wear me out
You lift me up…to tear me down
You're always right…I'm always left with dread

…ticking time-bomb…ticking time-bomb…
Left with dread

A mountain…in a valley
A mountain of fear in a valley of confidence
A turbulent panic on a sea of calm
A chilling river of anxiety in a desert of serenity

Artist : MichŔle Campeau

A forest…in a meadow
A forest of dense agitation in a meadow of tranquility
A daunting terror in a peaceful park
A pit of deep humiliation beneath a mound of elation






STRESSED-OUT

music & lyrics: Daniel St-Jean & Pauline Tidbury
vocals/violin/tambourine: Pauline Tidbury
guitars/dulcimer/bass/drum/spoons/water drum: Daniel St-Jean

I'm always on the move
Always on the go
Running here and there
Weaving in and out

No time to look around
No time to really see
No time to hear the sounds
No time to really be “in the moment”

I’m running on a full tank
Revved up and raring to go
I’m often in a big rush
I hate to miss the show
Shifting into high gear
I’m speeding in the fast lane

I’m always pushed for time
I’m never, ever lazy

I’m just too high strung
And being driven crazy

I try to get a head start 
I make a point of going all out
I like to whiz along
And move in leaps and bounds
Doing things in double-quick time
I try to stay ahead

I’m going ’round in circles;
Spinning like a top
I’m in a constant panic
It’s a race against the clock

I always keep on going
I never, ever quit
I’m always on the button
I keep my mind quick
I jump to action briskly
And hasten when I’m called

I can’t slow down 
Don’t take enough time to breathe
I’m so strung out
When will it STOP?



SURVIVAL

music & lyrics: Daniel St-Jean & Pauline Tidbury
vocals/violin: Pauline Tidbury
guitars/dulcitar/bass/drum/cajˇn/keyboard: Daniel St-Jean

Written on a wall
Written in a scrawl
“Is there a life before death?”

Bold for all to see
Obviously a plea
“Is there a life before death?”


Survival, survival.

Never having a choice
Never having a voice
“Is there a life before death?” 


No means to fight or run
Without dreams of carefree fun
“Is there a life before death?”

 Survival, survival.



Stifled in its bloom
Love dwindles in the gloom
“Is there a life before death?”

Energy, whittled by despair
Wasted, fixed in a stare
“Is there a life before death?”

Survival, survival.



WHAT'S HAPPENING HERE ?

music & lyrics: Daniel St-Jean & Pauline Tidbury
accordion: Walter Palmieri
vocals/violin: Pauline Tidbury
guitars/bass/drum/cajˇn/water drum/guimbarde/tambourine/keyboard : Daniel St-Jean

Oh my goodness, oh my dear
I'm asking you: "What's happening here?"

What to do? What to do about it?
What to say? What to say about it?
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Do you really know?
Can you really see?
Do you feel the need?
Can it really be?



Can you hear the anguish?
Do you really care?
Can you taste the bitterness?
Do you even dare?

Do you sense the urgency?
Can you smell the fear?
Do your hands remain untainted?
Is your conscience clear?

Do you share your wealth and knowledge?
Do you confront reality?
Do you look at what is needed
And admit the gravity?

Do you assume responsibility
For the consequences of your acts?
Are you concerned about the future
Are you leaving things intact?

Do you take the time
To consider what you do?
Do you heed the signs
And acknowledge what is true?

Do you reveal your real intentions?
Are you sincere in what you say?
Would you sacrifice your belongings
And relinquish all your pay?

Do you seek to mend injustice?
Do you strive to heal the pain?
Are you searching for a remedy
Or do you hide away?



TRI-CYCLIC LAMENT

music & lyrics: Daniel St-Jean & Pauline Tidbury
flute: Ghislain Desrosiers
guitar: Daniel St-Jean
cymbal: Yannick St-Jean-Lafaurie
narration: Amelia & Anna Duguay, Amanda Haynes, Ed Masseau
violin/bicycle wheel/seed shaker: Pauline Tidbury



Oh, please, please, don’t make waves,
For these moments of freedom are slipping away.
Another day: compromised and sickened by the pain.
Please, please, make it go away.



Move stealthily with cat steps.
Watch out…not to slip-up.
Else laired in…torn down…
To be left with dread.



Stressed-out, with no time to be pensive
About survival and what’s happening here.
’Round ’n ’round ’n ’round:
This cyclic lament.
 
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