Executive Producer: Nic Neary Producer/ AD: Drew Meade Producer/ LM: Jon Mann Director of Photography: Mat Barkley 1st AC: Mike Roy 2nd AC/DMT: Lauren Dial Key Grip: Adam Vautour Gaffer: Shawn Snip Art Director: Beth Amiro Art PA: Ryan Quann Sound: Josh Owen Hair: Chantal Collin Makeup: Michaela Jessome Wardrobe: Maggie MacCormick PA: Carol Bezanson PA: Mike Corby Armorer: Blair Higgins Armorer: Ken Chislett Picture Vehicle: Bruce Crowell Stills: Dutch Crystal
TALENT Adam: Adam Baldwin Uncle Huey: Greg Thomey Co-Worker #1: Tyler Messick Co-Worker #2: David Mortimer Funeral Director: Rick Courtney Frenchman: Kyle Ellsworth Mother: Kim Coleman Cop: Harmony Adesola Priest: Morrissey Dunn Wife: Kaela Babstock
LYRICS I got an uncle Huey, he’s got a boat down in Main-a-dieu And when I lost my job at Devco, he says have I got a job for you See I put my faith into no one, I’ve got no time for the government Since they ripped up my house in Louisbourg and stuck it down on some blocks of cement
He says there’s a boat coming up from America with caskets filled with cocaine There’s a goldmine out on the ocean and a lighthouse in Little Lorraine There’s a lighthouse in Little Lorraine
We took his boat off the coast of Bateston, just out of sight of the shore Me and my cousin and a Frenchman I’d never laid eyes on before We met a boat that had come up from Boston, started heaving boxes overboard Huey handed them a big bag of money, we were back in the harbour ‘round four
Singing there’s a boat coming up from America with caskets filled with cocaine There’s a goldmine out on the ocean and a lighthouse in Little Lorraine There’s a lighthouse in Little Lorraine
We’d be met there by seven morticians, loaded the boxes into their hearse We’d set off with eight thousand dollars, laughing ‘bout what we’d spend it on first Frenchman tells me his name is Thibault, that he grew up in Isle Madame We could all go down to the church hall on Saturday and get drunker than hell at the dance One night Thibault got fired up on moonshine, tried to beat up a Catholic priest We got thrown out on our ass behind that church hall, we spent the night with the Mounted Police
We went on working for weeks every Sunday ’til Huey says we gotta slow it down Someone’s been singing like a jailbird and it brought all the Mounties to town
They heard there’s a boat coming up from America, heard ‘bout the caskets filled with cocaine There’s a goldmine out on the ocean and a lighthouse in Little Lorraine There’s a lighthouse in Little Lorraine
Huey calls us all down to the docks one night and he hustled us out to the sea He shut off the engines and floodlights and he pointed a shotgun at me I said Huey I ain't the one been singing, must be the Frenchman from Isle Madame He said that’s just what a turncoat would tell me, least you could do is die like a man
Funny they could not be bothered with a casket but what use is it now to complain There’s a graveyard out on the ocean and a lighthouse in Little Lorraine And as the buckshot it entered my brain, I saw the lighthouse in Little Lorraine There’s a lighthouse in Little Lorraine
Executive Producer: Nic Neary Producer/ AD: Drew Meade Producer/ LM: Jon Mann Director of Photography: Mat Barkley 1st AC: Mike Roy 2nd AC/DMT: Lauren Dial Key Grip: Adam Vautour Gaffer: Shawn Snip Art Director: Beth Amiro Art PA: Ryan Quann Sound: Josh Owen Hair: Chantal Collin Makeup: Michaela Jessome Wardrobe: Maggie MacCormick PA: Carol Bezanson PA: Mike Corby Armorer: Blair Higgins Armorer: Ken Chislett Picture Vehicle: Bruce Crowell Stills: Dutch Crystal
TALENT Adam: Adam Baldwin Uncle Huey: Greg Thomey Co-Worker #1: Tyler Messick Co-Worker #2: David Mortimer Funeral Director: Rick Courtney Frenchman: Kyle Ellsworth Mother: Kim Coleman Cop: Harmony Adesola Priest: Morrissey Dunn Wife: Kaela Babstock
LYRICS I got an uncle Huey, he’s got a boat down in Main-a-dieu And when I lost my job at Devco, he says have I got a job for you See I put my faith into no one, I’ve got no time for the government Since they ripped up my house in Louisbourg and stuck it down on some blocks of cement
He says there’s a boat coming up from America with caskets filled with cocaine There’s a goldmine out on the ocean and a lighthouse in Little Lorraine There’s a lighthouse in Little Lorraine
We took his boat off the coast of Bateston, just out of sight of the shore Me and my cousin and a Frenchman I’d never laid eyes on before We met a boat that had come up from Boston, started heaving boxes overboard Huey handed them a big bag of money, we were back in the harbour ‘round four
Singing there’s a boat coming up from America with caskets filled with cocaine There’s a goldmine out on the ocean and a lighthouse in Little Lorraine There’s a lighthouse in Little Lorraine
We’d be met there by seven morticians, loaded the boxes into their hearse We’d set off with eight thousand dollars, laughing ‘bout what we’d spend it on first Frenchman tells me his name is Thibault, that he grew up in Isle Madame We could all go down to the church hall on Saturday and get drunker than hell at the dance One night Thibault got fired up on moonshine, tried to beat up a Catholic priest We got thrown out on our ass behind that church hall, we spent the night with the Mounted Police
We went on working for weeks every Sunday ’til Huey says we gotta slow it down Someone’s been singing like a jailbird and it brought all the Mounties to town
They heard there’s a boat coming up from America, heard ‘bout the caskets filled with cocaine There’s a goldmine out on the ocean and a lighthouse in Little Lorraine There’s a lighthouse in Little Lorraine
Huey calls us all down to the docks one night and he hustled us out to the sea He shut off the engines and floodlights and he pointed a shotgun at me I said Huey I ain't the one been singing, must be the Frenchman from Isle Madame He said that’s just what a turncoat would tell me, least you could do is die like a man
Funny they could not be bothered with a casket but what use is it now to complain There’s a graveyard out on the ocean and a lighthouse in Little Lorraine And as the buckshot it entered my brain, I saw the lighthouse in Little Lorraine There’s a lighthouse in Little LorraineLighthouse in Little Lorraine video out now! youtu.be/Fxxi57jQWUMAdam Baldwin2022-09-28 | ...The Stories Behind Concertos & Serenades: Lighthouse in Little LorraineAdam Baldwin2022-09-26 | ...Behind the Stories: Causeway Road Part 2 https://lnk.to/AdamBaldwinCRAdam Baldwin2022-09-12 | ...Behind the Stories: Causeway Road Part 1 https://lnk.to/AdamBaldwinCRAdam Baldwin2022-09-06 | ...Adam Baldwin - The Voice of the Eastern Passage (Wayne’s Serenade) {Press Gang Session}Adam Baldwin2022-08-16 | Stream album version: lnk.to/EasternPassage Pre-order new album Concertos & Serenades: adambaldwin.bandcamp.com/music http://adambaldwin.ca
Filmed by Jeff Miller & Charlie Benoit Live Audio Engineering and mix by Thomas Stajcer
Performed by Adam Baldwin at The Press Gang in Halifax, Nova Scotia
LYRICS I’m listening again to the Seaside FM Where the songs roll straight off the waves 2500 watts all going out hot to the backroads and lonely highways
From Roseland on back into Port Halifax Back cove to St. Margaret’s Bay Playing yesterday’s hits and your old favourites Your Concertos and your Serenades
Now I’ll not be alone while he’s rolling me home just as long as my radio catches 105-9 on your FM dial He’s the voice of the Eastern Passage He’s the voice of the Eastern Passage
Now Kay’s on the line from the show and the shine make some bucks for Branch 164 It’s a fine Legion Hall, come one and come all and stay tuned for your weather report
Now I’ll not be alone while he’s rolling me home Just as long as my radio catches 105-9 on your FM dial He’s the voice of the Eastern Passage He’s the voice of the Eastern Passage
I’m listening again to the Seaside FM where the songs roll straight off the waves And later this hour off your radio tower comes the voice of the Eastern Passage
Now I’ll not be alone while he’s rolling me home Just as long as my radio catches 105-9 on your FM dial He’s the voice of the Eastern Passage From the moment my driver door latches Just as long as my radio catches He’s the voice of the Eastern Passage
Filmed by Jeff Miller & Charlie Benoit Live Audio Engineering and mix by Thomas Stajcer
Performed by Adam Baldwin at The Press Gang in Halifax, Nova Scotia
LYRICS They call me Danny Fingers and how I got that name is the source of some contention so let me set it all straight I set out for vindication for my brother's lost soul after a dark and dirty betrayal on the Causeway Road
I started fishing with my Daddy back in ‘73 We made enough from the quota we could start a little fleet Heard Ronny’s got an old Cape Island that he’ll sell for a steal Thirty foot with a Detroit diesel and a hell of a keel So we bought a boat for my brother and his own tag too Built the traps with my Daddy like my Daddy used to do and God damn on the first day of fishing not a mile from his home my brother took an ungodly load of water every seam on the hull let go It was a dark and dirty betrayal on the Causeway Road A dark and dirty betrayal on the Causeway Road
Well my Mamma’s still cryin’ my Daddy took to the drink Me I just got angry with all the time to think Ronny’s gonna have to meet his own maker I'm gonna go it alone How’s my brother supposed to get himself to heaven when we never did find his bones I got some old booze bottles loaded with kerosine Stuffed rags down the necks of ‘em and grabbed some TNT Then I drank up the courage grabbed my navy cut smokes to avenge the dirty betrayal on the Causeway Road that dark and dirty betrayal on the Causeway Road
Untied my boat from her mooring lit up a cigarette Came on the gas a little heavy and I slipped on the deck Well as God as my witness I never will forget that smell My cigarette caught a bottle brought all the fury of Hell Floated through Three Fathom Harbour ‘round The Reserve and The Wedge The tide spit me out in the morning on the other side of Rudy's Head How long I was out for Buddy it's hard to know I'll tell ya one thing for certain I blew off my fingers and my toes It was a dark and dirty betrayal on the Causeway Road A dark and dirty betrayal on the Causeway Road
VIDEO CREDITS Director: Michael Melski DOP: Christopher Ball Line Producer: Craig Cameron Visual FX: Blake Stilwell Colorist: Marc Savoie Art Director: Michael Pierson 2nd Unit DOP: Victor Stegemann
SALVATION (written by Adam Baldwin) Don't draw up your curtain Don't lock your front door Don't you play coy, we're not estranged anymore Come hither, come hither, buddy you know I'll get in Come slither, come slither, let’s get a smile on your chin
I come alive in the evening I'll have you back by the dawn You're paranoid when your sleeping so you can sleep when I'm gone I'll huff and I'll puff I'll blow this house of cards down Enough ain't enough till enough comes around
So how’s it going down there In your cold church basement And how ya feeling down there Have you found salvation?
Forgive me my trespass It’s not what it seems It’s a mere invitation to let me haunt all your dreams And I'll lead you not into the sweet allure Now let me in, let me in, open the fucking door
Now how’s it going down there In your cold church basement And how ya feeling down there Have you found salvation?
Are you lost and forgotten Have you not been forgiven Let the saints surrender And make saviours of sinners
I know that you can hear me And I know that you can see me And I know that you can hear me And I know that you can see me So don't you walk away from me ‘cause I know that you can see me And I know that you can hear me
How’s it going down there In that cold church basement And how ya feeling down there Have you lost sensation Well how’s it going down there In your cold church basement And how ya feeling down there Have you found salvation?
"At some point while writing this record, I’d given my addiction a personality. He was like a junk yard dog on the other side of a fence I’m cursed to walk by from the moment I wake up to the moment I fall asleep. I wanted that to come through on this recording in particular. The guitars had to be jagged, the bass had to growl, the words had to snap and bark.
I was attending twelve step meetings in the basement of a church in the south end of Halifax. One was held a few hours before I had to go to work singing songs at whatever bar, around the various substances I was desperate to avoid. This is where the religious imagery comes from. I’m not a religious man, but I was trying to find a god of any sort to save me from myself. I wrote the words in my head during one meeting just by looking at the old cross stitches hanging crookedly around the room, and from listening to the harshest truths I’ve ever heard, delivered by some of the most unassuming folks I’d ever met. Truth is cold. It’s uncomfortable, it’s harsh. That basement was cold. Damn cold." - Adam Baldwin, February 2019Adam Baldwin - Kings HighwayAdam Baldwin2019-01-18 | From Canada Covers Tom PettyAdam Baldwin and Matt Mays play Learning To Fly on the hood of a van in a Toronto alley.Adam Baldwin2017-10-03 | ...Adam Baldwin - Love On The RocksAdam Baldwin2017-06-13 | HALIFAX, NS - JULY 1 - TICKETS: http://www.adambaldwin.ca/tour.
Lyrics: It’s a slow death by a thousand words That echo in her ear It’s not yet a scar, she bleeds from her heart It’s a nosedive right into nothing Nothing to appease anyone at all It’s dark and it’s cold, she’s scared and alone
Hold on dear life to me What’s frayed is not a tear Hold on dear life I see A young girl running scared and
What kind of a man would haunt you And leave you with ghosts to taunt you And what would you have me do
Who’s to say that I ever would have found her Who’s to say she could have been found at all The if’s and the how’s, it’s all over now But tell me how you sat so stoic Tell me how was it that you sat so still Did a young girl’s cries fall so hard onto deaf ears That your eyes couldn’t see what was clear
Hold on dear life to me What’s frayed is not a tear Hold on dear life I see A young girl running scared and
What kind of a man would haunt you And leave you with ghosts to taunt you And what would you have me do I hope that the angels save ya Cause all the king’s men have failed ya And what would you have me do Rehtaeh
Now the echoes turn to a chorus Of the devil’s favorite song And it opens her scars It rips her apart
Hold on dear life to me What’s frayed is not a tear Hold on dear life I see A young girl running scared
What kind of a man would haunt you And leave you with ghosts to taunt you And what would you have me do