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Strange Flight

by The Wanted

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1.
Way Down in the Hole When you walk through the garden You gotta watch your back Well I beg your pardon Walk the straight and narrow track If you want to walk with Jesus He’s gonna save your soul But you gotta keep the devil Way down in the hole He’s got the fire and the fury At His command Well you don't have to worry If you hold Jesus’ hand We'll all be safe from Satan When the thunder rolls But you gotta keep the devil way down in the hole All the Angels sing Of Jesus’ mighty sword And they shield you with their wings And keep you close to the Lord Don't listen to Temptation For his hands are so cold You gotta keep the devil Way down in the hole
2.
Strange Flight (Jeff Rogers) Dreams, So beautiful and terrible it seems. In the night Strange flight Like a bird on the wing In a half moon light A half moon light My dreams, these visions of the past are haunting me Just a boy of 17, Looking for love, With his hopes and dreams Hopes and dreams Oh, you can never know, The time for letting go. Just let it go. You can never know. I can't let it go. Let it go. He held my hand so tight and now it seems He's gone with the wind on a strange flight Like a bird on the wing, Seeking shelter from the devil In the cold dark night Oh, you can never know, The time for letting go. Just let it go. You can never know. I can't let it go. Let it go. Dreams There is a comfort in the quiet of the night, A strange flight Like a bird on the wing In a half moon light Half memory and maybe half right Lord I hope it comes and goes by the morning light There is a comfort in the quiet
3.
Stand Up 04:30
Stand Up (Natalie Rogers) She sees the fire burning low, shadows on the floor. Her apron’s hanging on the wall, she’s walking toward the door. He grabs her arm as she walks by, and raises up his hand. She turns prepared to push him back, cause she’s standing up to her man. Oh oh oh oh She was a child when they met, a child when they wed. She always did what she was taught, compliant, easily led. Oh do your work don’t answer back, a meek servant to the land, Offer pain up to the lord, and never stand up to your man, Oh oh oh oh Courage grew with babies born, and bruises on her skin. A blank face was all he saw, she kept her rage within. Until once more he raised his hand to demonstrate his right. A damn burst forth and she let go so she could fight and fight and fight and fight, Oh no no, no no So now the fire’s burning bright, no shadows on the floor. Her babies tucked up safe and warm, a rifle by the door. Oh power’s not a gift bestowed, or given upon demand. We must take what we are owed, it’s time to Stand Up to your man Stand up stand up, up! Oh oh oh oh Stand up, stand up!! Oh oh oh oh
4.
I Guess 03:54
I Guess (Richard Henderson, Rob Easto) They’re burning all the fields tonight Before the crops are in And they’re tearing down the churches ‘Cause they don’t believe in sin They told me love’s forever I guess they must have lied I’m older, maybe wiser Guess I never should have tried But I’ve forsaken all I used to be For the promise of your touch I guess I still believe in you And love you way too much Chorus: I guess I love you way too much And I guess I always will I guess too much is not enough And I guess I love you still They’re closing down the factories They’re living on the run They’re bringing back the Black Plague now I guess their time has come They told me of love’s power I guess they just don’t know I gave you all I had to give Although you had to go And I’ve forsaken all I used to be For the promise of your touch I guess I still believe in you And love you way too much Chorus: They’re handing me a cigarette I hear the captain call They’re leveling their rifles I’m standing ‘gainst the wall They told me love would conquer I guess they got it wrong You sold out all my wretched dreams And it didn’t take you long And I’ve forsaken all I used to be For the promise of your touch I guess I still believe in you And I love you way too much Chorus:
5.
Miss Me When I’m Gone (Jeff Rogers) Four walls and a blanket for my pillow There's a damp wind that chills me to the bone It blows across the water from old Frisco On this lonely rock that I call home There's mistakes I did make as a young man For which I never did atone The verdict was clear, now its' 20 long years That I'm stuck here, without you dear, all alone And I miss my father, and I miss my mother And I miss you darling, my dearest lover But tell me who's gonna miss me when I'm gone, Oh tell me dear, will you miss me when I’m gone Gazing thru the bars, I can see the evening star Rising as the day begins to fade And the setting sun casts a bloody shadow On the graveyard where the broken bodies lay Now the walk down Broadway here is a short one From the mess hall to solitary row And I don’t expect your forgiveness Cause I’m killin’ time for killing another lost soul At night I hear the sounds of happy laughter Echo on the water ‘cross the bay Reminding me of you on Christmas eve dear So near and yet so far away, from these Four walls and a blanket for my pillow And the damp wind that chills me to the bone That blows across the water from old Frisco On this lonely rock that I call home.
6.
Weary Town Blues (Jeff Rogers) I'm wishin I was leavin this town today With my feet on the ground or behind the wheel, either way Got money in my pocket, but not enough to stay and not enough for leavin' anyways I'm so tired of living in this weary town Lonely nights, in the bright light, with the shades pulled down I can’t get no rest with all these city sounds all the late night subways rumblin’ under the ground Got these weary town blues, my soul's in tatters It leaves an achin in my heart, that I can't heal I can't leave, but I can't stay any longer I have to find some other way to pay the devil his due Day breaks, all the children fast asleep The Sunday paper’s blowing down an empty street On a shivering girl, workin’ her corner beat To make enough to pay the devil and warm her achin' feet Got these weary town blues, my soul's in tatters It leaves an achin in my heart, that I can't heal I can't leave, but I can't stay any longer I have to find some other way to pay the devil his due I've been living in this city for so long Now the pavement on my boot heels sings a ragged song Of a small town dream, that leads my soul astray in the flash of a neon sign I lost my way Got these weary town blues, my soul's in tatters It leaves an achin in my heart, that I can't heal I can't leave, but I can't stay any longer I have to find some other way to pay the devil his due I'm wishin I was leavin this town today With my feet on the ground or behind the wheel, either way
7.
Before the Fall (Jeff Rogers) Well the rain is a comin’ and there’s gonna be a bad flood Waters rise, gonna take us all Some day soon, trouble's gonna be arriving Pride always comes before the fall A man called Noah, said he saw it coming Dark clouds near, time is gonna tell Thunders rolling, now there's no denying That the ways of man are bound to fall Flood is a comin’ and its gonna be a bad one Waters rise, gonna take us all Some day soon, trouble's gonna be arriving Pride always comes before the fall All the fools and kings are sitting in the palace They take from the rest, and talk on high Some day soon the walls will start to crumble and the pride of a fool will surely die Flood is a comin’ and its gonna be a bad one Waters rise, gonna take us all Some day soon, trouble's gonna be arriving Pride always comes before the fall I built my house, down by the river Its’ all I had, and now its gone All that's left are memories and ashes Oh, lord give me strength to carry on Flood is a comin’ and its gonna be a bad one Waters rise, gonna take us all Some day soon, trouble's gonna be arriving Pride always comes before the fall
8.
Fire and Gasoline (Richard Henderson, Rob Easto) Noah you made it, got out alive But you better watch out, it won’t be water next time God told Noah, you know what I mean Next time it’s fire and gasoline I’m gonna float to Heaven in my limousine God said Noah, you got to be dead first You only get to Heaven in a big black hearse Well, the swaddling child know what he’d do He gonna save the world before he get through He cried out Lord at what he’d seen Give me fire and give me gasoline I’m gonna rise to Heaven in my limousine Sorry son for your pain and thirst, But you only get to Heaven in a big black hearse I’m gonna drive that hearse down on Route 16 I got a full tank of fire and gasoline Gonna get to Heaven in a mile or two Moses part the water ‘cause I’m comin’ on through Well, the devil he live on the Shankhill Road He rock on his porch, he take what he’s owed He laugh in the night at God’s grand scheme Give me fire and give me gasoline I’m gonna drive past Heaven in my limousine Wrong turn boy, I heard God curse You gonna do some ridin’ in the next black hearse
9.
Rotary Phone 03:22
Rotary Phone (Jeff Rogers) My baby’s gone like the rotary phone, My baby’s gone, so just leave her alone, My baby’s gone, now she ain’t comin back, Saw her heading out of town on that big smokestack. Well, chicken’s in the kitchen, granny’s in the corn, My baby’s in her playhouse and the work ain’t done, Sun’s getting high, my baby’s getting’ low, Listen to the preacher on the radio, Listen to the man, he say’s “it’s time to go!!” Well granny made a bad batch, threw it on the floor, Mixed it with the chicken feed and threw it out the door, Now chickens’ gettin’ high, pecking up the dough, Look out momma ‘cause I think its gonna blow, Granny’s got a dog bite, go child go. My baby’s gone like the rotary phone, My baby’s gone so just leave her alone, My baby’s gone but she ain’t coming back, Saw her heading out of town cross that railroad track Layin’ her stripes right across my back, …………..cross my back… Now my baby’s burned her playhouse down, and she’s pickin’ up daisies cause her money’s all gone, To that in-ground pool and the Cadillac car, My baby’s getting crazy and she’s gone too far! And running out of gas for the Cadillac car. Well granny made a bad batch, threw it on the floor, Mixed it with the chicken feed and threw it out the door, Now chickens’ gettin’ high, pecking up the dough, Look out momma ‘cause I think its gonna blow, Granny’s got a dog bite, go child go. My baby’s gone like the rotary phone, My baby’s gone so just leave her alone, My baby’s gone but she ain’t gettin’ far, Cause she’s running out of gas for the Cadillac car, Running out of gas cause she’s gone too far…. aw too far now… Better get out and push
10.
Wayfaring Stranger I am a poor wayfaring stranger Traveling through this world alone There is no sickness, toil, nor danger In that fair land to which I’m going I'm going home to see my father I'm going home no more to roam I am just going over Jordan I am just going over home I know dark clouds will hover 'oer me I know my path is rough and steep But golden fields lie out before me Where weary eyes, no more will weep I'm going home to see my mother She said she'd meet me when I come I am just going over Jordan I am just going over home I'll soon be free of every trial This form shall rest beneath the sun I’ll drop the cross of self denial And enter in that house with god I'm going home to see my father I'm going home no more to roam I am just going over Jordan I am just going over home

about

“Beautifully Blurring the Lines Between Folk and AltCountry”

“Treading the path that marks out AltCountry and Americana albeit with that Canadian ‘edge’ and trademarked ‘cool’ that is so difficult to put into words”

“Performances worthy of The Ryman on a steamy Saturday night”

“The harmonies might just send a shiver down your spine”

“A band steeped in Southern States swampy grooves”

—The Rocking Magpie (UK)

On their new album Strange Flight, The Wanted return with another collection of honest and gritty roots music, infused with a spirit that’s at times darkly haunting, incisively witty, or just plain fun. It’s an approach the Toronto-based group has honed since releasing their self-titled debut album, which has tallied close to a half-million Spotify streams and earned them appearances at the Mariposa Folk Festival, Folk Alliance International, and the Canadian Country Music Awards.

For Strange Flight, The Wanted chose to raise their game further by enlisting production assistance from Michael Timmins of Cowboy Junkies, whose trademark sonic approach emphasizes live group chemistry. That was indeed the end result after the core trio of Natalie Rogers (vocals, guitar), Jeff Rogers (vocals, guitar) and Richard Henderson (acoustic lap steel guitar, vocals), along with bassist Dan Mock and drummer Kyle Sullivan—borrowed from Jerry Leger’s band The Situation—emerged from the Junkies’ recording studio The Hangar with Strange Flight’s 10 tracks.

“This is a collection of mostly original material that the band has been playing live for years,” Jeff says. “It’s been a slow burn for some of these songs. Most have been road tested so we know they connect with our audience. But we can’t overstate Michael Timmins’s role in the process and the confidence he has given us to take risks and focus on finding ourselves and the right grooves.”

Natalie adds, “The songs chosen for this album are a true reflection of how our sound has evolved over the last few years as a result of streamlining what each of us brings to the group, both as songwriters and performers. I liken it to a distillation process that has been happening to The Wanted since our last album, and this is the refined product. A little aged with a smoky finish.”

As songwriters, The Wanted largely adhere to folk music’s storytelling tradition, albeit with modern inspiration. That’s certainly the case with Strange Flight’s title track, a song Jeff wrote based on a disturbing dream Natalie had about a boy she once knew who committed suicide rather than expose the sexual abuse he’d experienced.

“That song started really as a cry of frustration and anger at things in the past we can't change,” Jeff explains. “It also came at a time when I was listening to a lot of dark, ‘60s spaghetti western-influenced guitar music. I wanted the song to have a kind of a cinematic quality, which I thought suited the song’s emotional content.”

Along similar lines, Natalie points to her song “Stand Up” as a plea for justice. “It was actually inspired by Tara Westover’s book Educated, the true story of a girl growing up in a fundamentalist family in the U.S. Midwest during the 1980s. My song is loosely based on how she ultimately gets out of that repressive situation, but I cast the main character as a young woman who fights back against an abusive partner to gain freedom and safety for herself and her children. I hope the song is a call to all women to fight back against abusers.”

It’s tough subject matter to be sure, but that’s been the essence of blues and folk since time immemorial. Those connections are reflected in Strange Flight’s cover songs, the traditional “Wayfaring Stranger,” and Tom Waits’s “Way Down In The Hole,” which has become something of a “modern traditional” and provides a showcase for Richard’s slide guitar skills. His love of raw blues also powers his songwriting contributions to Strange Flight, “Fire And Gasoline” and “I Guess.”

“My songs tend to be written around a strong rhythm and a guitar hook,” he says. “I often write with a lyricist I’ve known since my high school days and then take his lyrics and re-work them against the rhythm and the hook. Rather than telling a story, my songs rely much more on imagery and symbolism to create their impact.”

Richard adds, “What I love about working with Mike Timmins is that he’s gotten us moving even more in that direction by adding a stronger rhythm and percussion presence. To me, it’s a much more modern sound, although firmly rooted in traditional roots sensibilities. The material has become edgier and is delivered with more punch.”

Indeed, The Wanted have grown by leaps and bounds artistically since forming in 2003 out of informal gatherings of songwriters centred around Toronto clubs the Cameron House and the Tranzac. It was a shared love of artists such as Gram Parsons, Townes Van Zandt and Guy Clark that forged their bonds, and continues to guide them nearly 20 years later.

According to Jeff, “The beauty of The Wanted is we’ve never been afraid to cross genres or try something new if it makes the song work. I think our core strengths have been building strong melodies and harmonies that pay homage to traditions but aren’t afraid to branch out.”

There’s probably no better way than that to sum up Strange Flight. With this album, The Wanted firmly establish themselves as a force to be reckoned with, offering a musical experience that will appeal to fans across the roots music spectrum.

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released March 26, 2021

The Wanted are Natalie Rogers, Richard Henderson and Jeff Rogers. Musicians: Natalie Rogers, vocals, acoustic guitar, washboard (track 9); Richard Henderson, vocals, acoustic lap steel guitar; Jeff Rogers: vocals, electric and acoustic guitars, tenor uke (track 10), piano (track 2); Dan Mock: electric bass; Kyle Sullivan: drums and percussion; additional vocals: Michael Timmins.

Songs written by: Natalie Rogers and Jeff Rogers (tracks 2, 3), Richard Henderson and Rob Easto (tracks 4,8), Jeff Rogers (tracks 5,6,7,9). Track 10 (trad., arr. by The Wanted), Track 1 (Tom Waits, Jalma Music). Tracks 2-10 all SOCAN © & p. The Wanted 2021. All rights reserved. Made in Canada.

All Arrangements by The Wanted and Michael Timmins;
Produced, Recorded and Mixed by Michael Timmins;
Mastered by Peter J Moore at The E Room;
Recorded at The Hangar, Toronto, Ontario.
Art Direction, design and layout: A Man Called Wrycraft;
Photography: Kevin Kelly.

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“Beautifully blurring the lines between Folk and AltCountry with that Canadian ‘edge’ and trademarked ‘cool’ that is so difficult to put into words.”* This is full-throated full-throttle entertainment with edgy licks, infectious rhythms and soaring harmonies— "…performances worthy of The Ryman on a steamy Saturday night.”*

*The Rocking Magpie (UK)
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