You Will Take My Days EP

by October Gold

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released May 1, 2012

Recorded live on March 22nd 2012, at the Loft on St. Viateur, Montreal, QC.
Kit Soden, guitar and vocals
Aliza Thibodeau, violin and vocals
Mathieu Roberge, contrabass
Recorded and Mixed by Brandon Wells
Lyrics by Steven Erikson, Music by Kit Soden
Filmed by Nick Soden
Video edited by Aliza Thibodeau
Alderbrooke Records 2012



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October Gold Montréal, Québec

October Gold, an alt-folk duo based out of Montreal, is the latest collaboration of singer/songwriter Kit Soden and his partner in music (and life), violinist Aliza Thibodeau. This marriage of Soden's folksy roots and Thibodeau's classical sensibilities has created a unique sound described as "painting your imagination with song."

October Gold recently released their sophomore album in July 2013.
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Track Name: Forests in Retreat
There was a love once
I shaped it with my hands
Until in its forms
I saw sunlight and streams
And earthy verges sweet with grass

It fit easily into my pack
And made peaceful
The years of wandering
Through forests in retreat
And the torrid river's tragic flow

There was a love once

On the day we broke
Upon the shore of a distant land
I fled cold
Fighting curtains of ash
Up through the snows of the pass

And now as my days lower
Into the sleep of regret
I dream of fresh clay
Finding these old hands
And the wind sings of love

There was a love once
Track Name: The Old Stones of this Road (Mother's Lament)
The old stones of this road
Have rung with iron 
Black-shod hoofs and drums
Where I saw him walking

Up from the sea 
Between hills soaked red 
In sunset he came, a boy among the echoes
Of warrior ghosts he came to pass 

On this road of stone--
The boy walks 
Another solder, another one 
Bright heart not yet cooled 
To hard iron

The old stones of this road
Track Name: You Will Take My Days
Whatever we're left with
can only be enough,
if in the measure of things
nothing is cast off,
discarded on the wayside
in the strides that take us clear
beyond the smoke and grief
into a world of shocked birth
opening eyes upon a sudden light.

And to whirl then in a breath
to see all that we have done,
where the tombs on the trail
lie sealed like jeweled memories
in the dusk of a good life's end,
and not one footprint beckons
upon the soft snow ahead,
but feel this sweet wind caress.

feel this sweet wind caress...

They will take from us
all that we cradle in our arms
and the burden yielded
make feathers of my hands,
and the voices drifting down
are all that we're left with
and shall forever be enough

feel this sweet wind caress...