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Rant On, Children

by The Ranters

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1.
Louis Sam 06:43
Late in the winter of '84 - a border town on the Whatcom trail Tragedy of the highest score - as I recount my woefull tail Gunshots at the strike of noon - coming from his general store John Bell's flailing body - bleeds life upon the floor The Dutchman named Bill Osterman - claimed he saw the fleeing man Heading north on the Whatcom trail - a musket in the young man's hand He claimed to recollect his face - and the name of Louis Sam A Salish son from across the line - he's bound for the Kilgard Band Now Louis was from the Stolo line - just raised his 15th summer God fearing folks called him a thief - others called him a runner The prods vowed to clear the land of the heathen sons and mothers But the fait that awaited young Louis - would make their saints a shudder Apprehended the very next day - at Thomas York's he's held at bay Constable of the county - now the scene begins to play At sunrise they'll be westward - with hooves upon the ground Trial by fire in the royal city - they'll be Westminster bound Meanwhile in the Nooksack street - tensions rise to a vengeful heat Dutch Bill shouts a lynching spree - you can't believe such irony You see the Dutchman hated John Bell - he wanted his general store He's the last man to talk to Bell - before his blood spilled on the floor Vigilante justice runs afoul tonight Hang him high in the pale moonlight Hang him high tonight Vigilante justice cowers from the light Hang him high in the pale moonlight Hang him high tonight In painted face and blackened eyes - they headed north in their disguise 50 riders in the night they lurk - off to do the Dutchman's s work Thomas York beds down for the night - gets the itch that something ain't right Ten men pushing through the door - in the night hid forty more York agreed to the mobs demands - he bartered the life of this young man They dragged Louis from his megshift cell - south to the border his road to hell A torched procession lit up the night - high on a horse with his hands bound tight Louis began to loose all hope - a tightened noose around his throat His last act upon this plane - one of the cowards he called by name Said he'd fix him eye to eye - then Louis' light soared to the sky Tom York cut his body down - took him back to his Kilgard town His mother kissed his cold cold hand - his father gave him back to the land The government spat an apology - the vigilantes all road free The Dutchman took John Bell's store - the Queen's justice slammed the door Now here's a lesson for all to heed - beware the bullies and bribers that be And hold close this verse I cite - beware the cowards under cover of night Vigilante justice runs afoul tonight They'll hang him high by the devil's pike Hang him high tonight Vigilante justice cowers from the light They'll hang him high by the devil's pike Hang him high tonight
2.
Got a gal on the Matsqui nation Half a mile from the Dennison station I gets to see her maybe once a week That's if the 509 brakes for the trestle at the creek. Cause it's a long long long way to go I got a job by the riverside I swing a hoe from dawn well into night It only pays say a dollar and a dime Gonna spend every nickel on that sweet gal of mine Cause it's a long long long way to go Ya gots yer Alberta crude and and yer Cariboo gold Makes the man rich while I swing this ol' hoe I see the black snake loaded down with kootenay coal Lining people's pockets while mine are lined with holes Cause it's a long long long way to go Well if I ever strike it rich if providence delivers I'm gonna take this old hoe gonna toss her in the river Buy a straight 8 Cord gonna drive my gal in style Gonna drive her to the church gonna walk her down the isle Cause it's a long long long way to go.
3.
Divine intervention can't help the people down on the street Seems the lower they fall the more the Man turns up the heat The camp congregation wonders if anyone anywhere really cares Then the panhandler donates his dime to call a higher authority somewhere upstairs We can't live on Thoughts and Prayers Thoughts and Prayers don't you know We can't live on Thoughts and Prayers Thoughts and Prayers don't you know For Christ sakes Jesus... pick up the phone and call home Why do you forsake us the panhandler asked the powers that be There was silence on the other line then a nervous cough as the voice began to speak He said to you the meek who inherit the street I got a question I needs to ask Could you make some room on my sidewalk for the second coming of the middle class We can't live on Thoughts and Prayers Thoughts and Prayers don't you know We can't live on Thoughts and Prayers Thoughts and Prayers don't you know For Christ sake Jesus... pick up the phone and call home We can't live on Thoughts and Prayers Thoughts and Prayers don't you know We can't live on Thoughts and Prayers Thoughts and Prayers don't you know For Christ sake Jesus... pick up the phone and call home Featuring Vince Pollitt on Trumpet.
4.
Tashme 04:30
Instrumental
5.
Here We Go 04:10
As you look into my eyes so clear - what do you see from far and near just a hollowed out branch - like the tree down the road And the ground beneath - that our souls have sold My dear young lass - don't you understand A warrior you'd be in this broken land Just seize the strength of the power you see And feign your trust in these fools that be Hey, hey, here we go From weathered hands the torch is thrown As the world around you burns to the ground You sit in silence, speak no sound Tonight the sky will dance a dream In colors magenta, gold, and green Let the air continue to breathe us life Through senseless fear and endless strife Hey, hey, here we go From weathered hands the torch is thrown As the world around you burns to the ground You sit in silence, speak no sound
6.
There ain't no sure bets - nothings for certain Pay no attention to the suit behind the curtain I gotta sneakin' hunch - things don't appear as they be I'm searching high and low for my bit of the truth And I find the hired help playing fast and loose For the power and the glory - for the money I suspect You can find these conmen dealin' from the bottom of the deck I got this sneakin' hunch - things don't appear as they be I got this sneakin' hunch - things don't appear as they be I got this bad feeling baby - things aren't quite as they seem It's on my radio - damn the left say she I see it on my TV - shove the right say he Walking in circles - who to believe That's what their counting on - that's where they want us to be Sneakin' hunch - things ain't quite as they be I got this sneakin' hunch - things don't appear as they be I got this bad bad feeling - things ain't quite as they seem
7.
Scorched earth and an oily curse you ooze across the land Legal hounds lead the charge eviction notes in hand The courts buy you time to push through your crime When the rivers run dry Do your children look in shame as you carry out these crimes Do they know they’ll pay the price a little further down the line Descendants be damned as you bleed the land When the rivers run dry There was a time in this life when we had a voice to make things right Then all the walls fell in with your Monetary might your gilded blight making deals in the night When the rivers run dry Try to find a place to hide you’re wary of a stand Maybe deep in the sway of a purse like the elected of this land Can you see the blackened sky as you raise this poison land Do you feel we’ve gone to far to turn this ship around As we head for the rocks I doubt your money will talk When the rivers run dry When will they realize that water’s life and a basic right Its time to stand and fight this Justice denied all logic aside making deals in the night When the rivers run dry
8.
In The Pines 03:59
Black girl black girl don't you lie to me - Tell me where did you sleep last night In the pines in the pines where the sun never shines - And I shivered the whole night long Black girl black girl tell me where will you go I'm going where the cold wind blows I caused her to weep I caused her to moan I caused her to leave her home My daddy was a railroad man - killed a mile and a half from town His head was caught 'neath the driver's wheel - and his body ain't never been found Black girl black girl don't you lie to me - Tell me where did you sleep last night In the pines in the pines where the sun never shines - And I shivered the whole night long The longest train I ever saw - was a hundred coaches long And the only one I ever loved - was on that train and gone
9.
Hands in the dirt - shovels and sand What a lovely garden I had planned Waiting for the warmth of spring to arrive The honey bees work to fill the hive And the sun will rise to greet the land Who will plant the garden when I'm gone Who will plant the garden when I'm gone When I'm gone, when I'm gone, when I'm gone, when I'm gone Who will plant the garden when I'm gone Red sky at night - mariner's delight Let us dance for the rain Come what may we revere the day And we breathe in the blue moonlight Who will plant the garden when I'm gone Who will plant the garden when I'm gone When I'm gone, when I'm gone, when I'm gone, when I'm gone Who will plant the garden when I'm gone
10.
From the mist in days of old- in a land that held a code Storied down for all to hear- across the lands far and near In their souls did shine a light- cross the sky it shone so bright in these land of those that dwell- seek no heaven fear no hell |The time is nigh - don't let it pass you by Whatever comes your way - night will turn to day So shine a light where darkness prevails However dear it seems - cast your net of dreams And shine a light where darkness prevails When it came to darker times- brighter still their light would shine If frail and old fell behind- those ahead would cast a line From the elder the student learns- upon the hills their knowledge burns Many tried the light to quell- many tried and many fell Oooo it's time- the moon is high Whatever comes your way - night will turn to day So shine a light where darkness prevails However dear it seems - cast a net of dreams And shine a light where darkness prevails Across the tarns to further lands- the code was passed to open hands Through the mists of time it seems- others learn to live their dreams Over sees they shone the light- across the skies they lit the night Harmony had set it's berth- natures poised on mother earth The time is high - don't let it pass you by Whatever comes your way - night will turn to day So shine a light where darkness prevails Cast your net of dreams - however dear it seems And shine a light where darkness prevails

about

At the beginning of 2020, Gillian and Rockland were preparing for their annual trip south, with our band “The Ranters” through the states of Washington, Oregon, California, and this year Louisiana.

Then fell the ides of March, and with it the global pandemic.
All bets were off! Being locked down, like the rest of the world and music industry, they took advantage of the downtime to write and record nine songs of a ten song album.

Taking inventory of the world around them, they wanted to bring the current events to attention in our music, as did the songwriters during the 1960’s.

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released October 1, 2020

Guilty By Association
Recorded at Ravenhill Shawnigan Lake, B.C. Canada
Mixed by Peter Kilgour at Beat Studios
Graphic Layout CD Manufacturing
by Evan Rabby at companyzero.ca
Cover art John Lawrence
Video “When The Rivers Run Dry” by
Kristia DiGregorio of 1120 Productions
Arranged and Produced by Rockland Moran
All songs SOCAN/BMI

Tony DiGregorio- Upright acoustic Bass and Drum program-Track #1
Ron Wells- Drums- Track #2 #3 #8
Vince Pollitt- Trumpet, Coronet and assorted mutes-Track #3 #8
Phil Robertson- Drums- Track #7
Geoff Eyre- Drums- Track #5 #10
Bill Fulton- Bass- Tracks #2 #3 #4 #5 #6 #8 #10

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The Ranters Shawnigan Lake, British Columbia

Rant on, Children
In these recordings, The Ranters review subject matter of
localized racism, destruction of environment, and increasing homelessness. Throughout these songs, there lies a thread of
healthy contempt for religious authority, as well as a touch of humor and optimism.
“The Ranters” hope that you enjoy this musical offering of
contemporary roots/blues titled “Rant on, Children”.
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