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Daniel Lanois: Acadie

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Label: Opal Records
Released: 1989
Time:
 41:14
Category: Pop/Rock
Producer(s): Daniel Lanois
Rating: *********. (9/10)
Media type: CD
Web address: www.daniellanois.com
Appears with:
Purchase date: 2001.01.25
Price in €: 9,99



 S o n g s ,   T r a c k s


[1] Still Water (Lanois) - 4:28
[2] Maker (Lanois) - 4:13
[3] O Marie (Lanois) - 3:13
[4] Jolie Louise (Lanois) - 2:41
[5] Fisherman's Daughter (Lanois) - 2:45
[6] White Mustang II (Eno/Lanois) - 2:54
[7] Under a Stormy Sky (Lanois) - 2:19
[8] Where the Hawkwind Kills (Lanois) - 3:50
[9] Silium's Hill (Lanois) - 3:00
[10] Ice (Lanois) - 4:24
[11] St. Ann's Gold (Burn/Lanois) - 3:29
[12] Amazing Grace (Lanois) - 3:47

 A r t i s t s ,   P e r s o n n e l


Daniel Lanois - Bass, Guitar, Vocals, Omnichord, Mixing

Malcolm Burn - Guitar, Keyboards, Background Vocalös, Engineer, Mixing
Mason Ruffner - Guitar
Roger Eno - Piano
Art Neville - Piano
Adam Clayton - Bass
Bill Dillon - Guitar
Brian Eno - Keyboards, Vocals
William Green - Drums
Tony Hall - Bass
Pierre Marchand - Keyboards
Larry Mullen, Jr. - Drums
Cyril Neville - Percussion
Ed Roth - Accordion
Willie Green - Drums
Aaron Neville - Vocals

Mark Howard - Engineer, Mixing
Paul Barrett - Engineer
Greg Calbi - Mastering
Jeri Heiden - Art Direction, Design
Lynn Goldsmith - Photography
Mark Abrahms - Photography

 C o m m e n t s ,   N o t e s


Between recording the Neville Brothers' and Bob Dylan's last albums, producer Daniel Lanois (it's pronounced "Lan-wah") took up residence in a weatherbeaten blue house in New Orleans' Garden District to lay down solo tracks in his "Studio On The Move," and invited a stellar cast of his alumni and friends-among them Brian Eno, Mason Ruffner, Aaron Neville, and the rhythm sections of U2 and the Neville Brothers-to help out. The word here is ambiance (so much that headphones are almost a requirement to soak it all in), as each track offers up thick atmospheres heavily laden with humidity and swampy echo. Though it's interesting to hear Lanois apply his echo-drenched cathedral sound to several serene, vaguely Cajun and French-feeling melodies, Acadie's real joy lies in trying to figure out whose influence pulls and plays on which tracks-for instance, the brooding "Still Water" reveals shades of U2, while "The Maker" is driven by a distinctive Neville groove. Whether he's cutting through the frostscape of "Ice," steering a pirouge through the steamy, sultry heat of the bayou ("Joli Louise"), or basking in the white light of Aaron Neville's angelic falsetto on "Amazing Grace" (basically an outtake from Yellow Moon), Lanois paints pictures that reveal his own identity, no matter who or where he may be recording.

CMJ New Music Report Issue: 179 - Sep 22, 1989
© 1978-1999 College Media Inc. All rights reserved.



This stunning debut album by an artist that had hitherto been known only as a producer is priceless, and stands up well to repeated listening. It is a blend of New Orleans rhythm, rock, new age mysticism, and folk. It is not mushy but it is as caressing to the ear as to the mind. It has the very distinctive ethereal sound of the albums he produced for among others the Neville Brothers and Robbie Robertson. All the songs with the exception of the traditional "Amazing Grace," tdone in an untraditional manner (sung by Aaron Neville) are written or co-written by Lanois. The songs affect a rural and uncomplicated yet very complete and full sound that brings the listener into their mood, swing into the full lilting joy of "Under a Stormy Sky," to the haunting and ominous "Where the Hawkwind Kills." His sound is a distinctive signature, that holds well with each different song and with each artist for whom he has fashioned albums.

Bob Gottlieb - All Music Guide


Der franko-kanadische Produzent Lanois gibt seinen Solo-Einstand. Auch als Komponist, Sänger und Musiker zeigt er eine Vorliebe für schwebende, fili- grane Soundgebilde, die mal den Charakter eines frankophonen Blues haben, mal an Gordon Lightfoots Balladen erinnern (Still Water) oder Cajun-Einflüs- se integrieren. Ein melancholisches Album mit Tiefgang.

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Das Land Acadie liegt im Nordosten Kanadas. Hier, zwischen Neuschottland, New Brunswick und den Prince-Edward-Inseln, ließen sich im Zuge des euro- päischen Trecks über den Atlantik französische Siedler nieder - und wurden von den Briten teils wieder vertrieben: in den Süden, bis nach Loisiana hinunter, wo die faszinierende Cajun- und Zydeco-Musik noch heute von ihrem kulturellen Stolz kündet. Daniel Lanois ist Acadier und sein Album "Acadie" eine verwirrend schöne Heimatmusik: so traditionsverbunden wie hochmodern, emotional tief empfunden, bescheiden in ihren Mitteln und doch reich an Stimmungen, Klangmale- reien, gehaltvollen Melodien. Einer der schöpferischsten Hintermänner des Rock in den 80er Jahren tritt selbst ins Rampenlicht und präsentiert eine Quintessenz seines bisherigen Tuns in einem meisterhaften Erstlingswerk. Als Katalysator der Kreativität von anderen wurde der Frankokanadier, Jahr- gang 1951, bekannt. Daniel Lanois produzierte Aufnahmen von Peter Gabriel ("So"), Robbie Robertson, Martha & The Muffins und den Neville Brothers. Er ging mit U2 für "The Unforgettable Fire" und "The Joshua Tree" ins Studio, er ist maßgeblich beteiligt an Bob Dylans Topform auf dessen neuem Album "Oh Mercy" (siehe Die Perfekte S 1189) - und er fand in Brian Eno einen gleichgesinnten Streiter gegen die Knallkörper des Hit-Busineß. "Acadie" kündet von all diesen Begegnungen. Brian und Roger Eno waren bei den Aufnahmen in England, Irland, Kanada und New Orleans ebenso zugegen wie die Neville-Brüder und die U2-Musiker Adam Clayton und Larry Mullen jr. Ge- tragen von Lanois' verhaltener, gerade in den französischen Singpassagen charmant genuschelter Stimme, breitet sich ein Klangpanorama aus, dessen knisternde Spannung von einer fast mystischen Intensität herrührt. Letztend- lich verbreiten das Songgebet "The Maker", der eindringliche Sprechgesang "White Mustang", der fröhliche Cajun-Folk von "Jolie Louise" und das rockig- dramatische "Where The Hawkwind Kills" alle dieselbe Botschaft: Sei du selbst, glaub an deine Gefühle und an deine Wurzeln. Daniel Lanois hat sie in "Acadie" gefunden. ** Interpret.: 09-10

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After producing groundbreaking albums for, and often with, Peter Gabriel, U2, Robbie Robertson, and the Neville Brothers, Daniel Lanois's self-produced debut album proved at once familiar in its thick, swampy sonics and startling in its pared-down, intimate scale. Lanois's song cycle is steeped in the francophone cultures both of his Québécois heritage and of his adopted New Orleans home, mixing English and French as easily as Lanois himself alternates from soulful croon to plainer folkiness. Populated with rural characters, his detailed stories evoke a lost time through two-step acoustic love songs, narrative ballads, and a hushed, propulsive prayer; "The Maker" features a ghostly, restrained harmony vocal by Aaron Neville. The underlying historical link between old Acadian culture in his title and its descendant Cajun culture surviving in Louisiana's bayous and backwoods gives the songs and these performances a haunting, and haunted poignancy.

Sam Sutherland - Amazon.com
 

 L y r i c s


Still Water

Sad eyes, sad eyes
Where're you going with that confidence?
Sad eyes, sad eyes
Where're you going with that confidence?

I'm going to where the boats go by
Caledonia river flow so wide
I'm going to where the boats go by
Caledonia river flow so wide

Still water - Laying over
Still water - Laying over
Still water - Laying over
Caledonia river oh, so wide

Wild eyes in the wilderness
Where're you going with the devil in hand?
Wild eyes in the wilderness
Where're you going with the devil in hand?

I'm going to build the bridges high
for working money, for working money
I'm going to climb the bridges high
Caledonia brother far away

Still water - I'm laying over
Still water - Lay my body down over
Still water - Laying over
Caledonia river far away...

Sad eyes in the weary night
Have you seen your brother,
have you seen your brother?
Waiting by the river Grand
Caledonia river oh, so wide

Going to where the rain falls
Look for my brother,
look for my brother
Going to where the rain falls
Caledonia river far away

Still water - Laying over
Still water - Lay my body down
Still water - Laying over
Caledonia river far away...


The Maker

Oh, oh deep water, black and cold like the night
I stand with arms wide open,
I've run a twisted line
I'm a stranger in the eyes of the Maker

I could not see for the fog in my eyes
I could not feel for the fear in my life
And from across the great divide, In the distance I saw a light
Jean Baptiste's walking to me with the Maker

My body is bent and broken by long and dangerous sleep
I can't work the fields of Abraham and turn my head away
I'm not a stranger in the hands of the Maker

Brother John, have you seen the homeless daughters
Standing there with broken wings
I have seen the flaming swords
there over east of eden

Burning in the eyes of the Maker
Burning in the eyes of the Maker
Burning in the eyes of the Maker...

Oh, river rise from your sleep...


O Marie

Y a quelqu'un qui appelle mon nom,
y a quelqu'un qui appelle mon nom
On travail aujourd'hui, on travail sous la pluie
On travaille au tabac, hostie!

Mes mains sont noires a cochon,
mes mains sont noires a cochon
trente jours, et trente nuits
On travail au tabac, hostie!

Oui ma blonde elle attend apres mois,
oui ma blonde elle attend apres mois
Je vais retourner avec beaucoup d'argent
On travail au tabac, hostie!

Oh driver donne moi une chance,
oh driver donne moi une chance
Avez-vous du feu pour ma cigarette?
On travail au tabac, hostie!

Ce soir, on va au village,
oui ce soir, on va au village
Chanter le chanson, boire la boisson
On travail au tabac, hostie!

O Marie, j'ai mal a la tete,
O Marie, j'ai mal a la tete
Donnez nous l'esprit, l'esprit du corps
On travail au tabac, Marie

Le bleu du ciel a change,
le bleu du ciel a change
Apres quarante jours et quarante nuits
On ne peut pas travailler au tabac

Y a quelqu'un qui appelle mon nom,
y a quelqu'un qui appelle mon nom
On travail aujourd'hui, on travail sous la pluie
On travail au tabac.


English Translation

There's someone calling my name,
there's someone calling my name,
We're working today, we work in the rain
We're picking tobacco, hostie!

My hands are black as a dirty pig,
my hands are black as a dirty pig
thirty days and thirty nights
We're picking tobacco, hostie!

Yes, my girlfriend is waiting for me,
yes, my girlfriend is waiting for me
I'm going to return with lots of money
We're picking tobacco, hostie!

Oh driver give me a chance,
oh driver give me a chance
Do you have a light for my cigarette?
We're picking tobacco, hostie!

Tonight, we're going to town,
yes, tonight, we're going to town
to sing songs, to drink booze
We're picking tobacco, hostie!

O Marie, I've got a headache,
O Marie, I've got a headache
Give us the spirit, the spirit of the body
We're picking tobacco, Marie!

The blue of the sky changed,
the blue of the sky changed
After forty days and forty nights
We can't pick tobacco

There's someone calling my name,
there's someone calling my name
We're working today, we work in the rain
We're picking tobacco


Jolie Louise

Ma jolie, how do you do?
Mon nom est Jean-Guy Thibault-Leroux
I come from east of Gatineau
My name is Jean-Guy, ma jolie

J'ai une maison a Lafontaine
where we can live, if you marry me
Une belle maison a Lafontaine
where we will live, you and me
Oh Louise, ma jolie Louise

Tous les matins au soleil
I will work 'til work is done
Tous les matins au soleil
I did work 'til work was done
And one day, the foreman said
"Jean-Guy, we must let you go"
Et pis mon nom, y est pas bon
at the mill anymore...
Oh Louise, I'm losing my head,
I'm losing my head

My kids are small, 4 and 3
et la bouteille, she's mon ami
I drink the rum 'tilI I can't see
It hides the shame Louise does not see
Carousel turns in my head,
and I can't hide, oh no, no, no, no
And the rage turned in my head
and Louise, I struck her down,
down on the ground
I'm losing my mind, I'm losing my mind

En Septembre '63
kids are gone, and so is Louise.
Ontario, they did go
near la ville de Toronto
Now my tears, they roll down,
tous les jours
And I remember the days,
and the promises that we made
Oh Louise, ma jolie Louise, ma jolie Louise.

English Translation

Gorgeous, how do you do?
My name is Jean-Guy Thibault-Leroux
I come from east of Gatineau
My name is Jean-Guy, my beautiful

I've got a house in Lafontaine
where we can live, if you marry me
A beatiful house in Lafontaine
where we will live, you and me
Oh Louise, my beautiful Louise

Every sunny morning
I will work 'til work is done
Every sunny morning
I did work 'til work was done
And one day, the foreman said
"Jean-Guy, we must let you go"
And then my name, it's not good there
at the mill anymore...
Oh Louise, I'm losing my head,
I'm losing my head

My kids are small, 4 and 3
and the bottle is my friend
I drink the rum 'til I can't see
It hides the shame Louise does not see
Carousel turns in my head,
and I can't hide, oh no, no, no, no
And the rage turned in my head
and Louise, I struck her down,
down on the ground
I'm losing my mind I'm losing my mind

In September '63
kids are gone, and so is Louise.
Ontario, they did go
near the city of Toronto
Now my tears, they roll down,
every day
And I remember the days,
and the promises that we made
Oh Louise, my beautiful Louise, my beautiful Louise.


Fisherman's Daughter

[Spoken Poem]

I laid awake a whole night long,
waiting for the sun to beat down on my head
in this broken bed

I laid awake and dreamt of ships
passing through night,
searching for shelter,
stopping at no harbor

I heard the screaming waters
call sixty sailors' names
Raging words, pounding on the sail
like an angry whale

I felt the iron rudder skip
the smell of seeping oil,
the heat of slipping rope.
Failing hands, failing hope

Every sailor asks...
asks the question about the cargo
he is carrying

God's anger broke through the clouds
and He spilt the cargo for all to see -

The fault of the sailor,
the fault of he who asks no questions
about the cargo he is carrying

Fishes and tales and a fisherman's daughter
walks in the rain, she walks to the water
to the sea...


White Mustang II

Instrumental


Under the Stormy Sky

He Bebette, danse avec moi
ce soir on fais dodo
danse avec moi, Bebette, oui
under the stormy sky

Papa, y a vendu la terre,
la terre et la vache
danse avec moi, Bebette, oui
under the stormy sky

Jean-Paul, il joue le violon
la belle l'accordeon
danse avec moi, Bebette
on this stormy night

I hear the whipporwill cry
I see the blue heron fly over
Sugar Hill, snowy white
big blue siren in the night
Come with me Bebette, we go
under a stormy sky

I hear the T.H.& B.
the diesel turning,
calling you and me
to the city of steel,
smokestack - spinning wheel
come with me Bebette, oui
under the stormy sky

My heart is sad
to leave Sugar town,
goodbye Sugar Hill
on this stormy night

He Bebette, danse avec moi
ce soir on fais dodo
danse avec moi, Bebette, oui
under the stormy sky
under the stormy sky
under the stormy sky

English Translation

Hay Bebette, dance with me
tonight we're gonna party
dance with me, Bebette, yes
under the stormy sky

Papa, he's sold the land,
the land and the cow
dance with me, Bebette, yes
under the stormy sky

Jean-Paul, he plays the fiddle
The beautiful plays the accordion
dance with me, Bebette
on this stormy night

I hear the whipporwill cry
I see the blue heron fly over
Sugar Hill, snowy white
big blue siren in the night
Come with me Bebette, we go
under a stormy sky

I hear the T.H.& B.
the diesel turning,
calling you and me
to the city of steel,
smokestack - spinning wheel
come with me Bebette, oui
under the stormy sky

My heart is sad
to leave Sugar town,
goodbye Sugar Hill
on this stormy night

Hay Bebette, dance with me
tonight we're gonna party
dance with me, Bebette, yes
under the stormy sky
under the stormy sky
under the stormy sky


Where The Hawkwind Kills

The suburb walls are closing in
I've looked at you and I've seen you
through your curtain

With a naked eye from not far,
I've shed a tear for you,
a flowing fountain

Flaming trees,
I'm lost in fields of your hair

From where the hawkwinds kill
and the blood runs thin
I'll go now, fly I will

From inside the gates of the stripping yard
I can't touch you, I can't feel for this thunder town
I want you now while my body is young,
my mind is strong away from thunder town

From where the hawkwind kills
and the dam runs deep
In this land of heaven, not so sweet

I turn my back to a godless night
I hear the mighty stranger over thunder hill

From where the hawkwinds kill
and the blood runs thin
I'll go now, fly I will...

Over the mountain I must go
To see the valley below
Thunder town...


Silium's Hill

Shoe Shine Mamma
Spits for her money
Wants to make a living
Try to make her own

All she ever wanted was to
make her own money and
settle down on Silium's Hill

She prayed by the water on Manitou Bay
Sipping ambrosia on a holy night
Counting the lovers that had passed her way
They could not see her on Silium's Hill

On a frozen lamp pole I scratch her name -
With my rusty old penknife
on a empty heart
Standing by the window, is that you out there
at the Southern Cross over Silium's Hill

Oh, baby will you ride with me
Through the wheat towns to Medicine Hat
When the cold winds blow I'll be there
I'll hang on tight, baby sure go for that

Now the old man knocks at my front door,
Shoe Shine Mamma isn't here anymore
There's a stranger in my place
looking out over Silium's Way...

Listen to the humming of the railway cars
My hands frozen on the wheel
600 miles away from home
running on the shadow of Silium's Hill

Somewhere back on Church Street
Shoe Shine Mamma spits for her money
Trying to make a living, wanna make her own
Down at the bottom of Silium's Hill

Mamma wanna build her own
down at the bottom of Silium's Hill


Ice

Yes it's cold by the river where you lay
In this godless place I kneel down and I pray
God help us through the night
God help us through the night

Your voice would fill the night
I think of yesterday

I wanna hold you
Your worn out hands don't touch me now
Here where it's stormy but nothing

God help us through the night
God help us through the night
This foolish night in your
golden arms I wanna cry...

I want you to hold me
(It'll come - <-I _know_ this part still isn't right...
Slips through the cold night?)
Cause it's cold by the river where you lay

God help us through the night
God help us through the night
Through this foolish night in your
golden arms I wanna cry

Yes it's cold by the river where you lay


St. Ann's Gold

With feet so cold
I feel no pain
And the Western Cross
on snow white plain

Look over yonder
the pines are down
they've laid them well
On sequoia ground

I hear the howling timber wolf
I hear the howling timber wolf

Sleepy eyes
fading light
snow white Suzy
you're my desire

You carry me back home
You carry me back home


Amazing Grace

Amazing grace, how sweet the sound
that saved a wretch like me
I once was lost, but now I'm found
said I was blind, but now I see

Through many dangers, toils and snares
I have already come
twas grace that brought me safe this far
and grace shall lead me home

I once was lost, but now I'm found
said I was blind, but now,
now I see the light

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