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***For Jordan Wabasse, whose remains I was involved in finding in Thunder Bay in 2011. He's one of thousands of kids a year who fly from Ojibwe and Cree towns across northwestern Ontario, to attend high school, because there aren't high schools in their communities. I wanted to get past the common colonial narrative of the 'troubled community' (because it ignores Canada's culpability) and tell the story his grandmother might recognize, of what a sweet, smart, conscientious kid he was.***

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Like a Moth to a flame,
Or a backporch light,
You coulda stayed in that cocoon,
But you took flight.
To a world unfamiliar and cold,
With potential so bright.

Times got hard,
But you were smarter,
You don't take no time
When you're a self starter.
I imagine you discovering the world on TV,
And going, yeah man,
That's the world for me.

Everyone who loves adventure's got to go away from home,
And you hope to find one out there, living on your own
Every moth loves a firefly and spirits having flown
Will alight somewhere,
Or fly into the sun...

Hello, little brother
Sorry that it went this way,
But I'm here with you today, and
I'm gonna tell your story.
'Cause I'm part of it now, and
You are part of mine, and
Until we meet the next time
You fly towards that glory.

One day,
You picked Thunder Bay.
It was that or Winnipeg, but it was closer
and they had good hockey.
So one plane to another and a boarding house bed,
It was all weird, but at least down the river there's a rez.

Then one night,
No one knows what happened next,
I'd like to think an accident,
but the result was all the same.
I like to imagine that you went to go see some friends
Walking down the river,
like a moth to a flame.

Whatever went down I know your grandmother
Looked for you every day, and then it was my brothers and I
Just came along, and we found you there
and I said you're going home, my friend,
We all return to the flame.

Hello, little brother
Thanks for that thunderstorm
I'm glad that you were born
and sorry you went away,
But you're somewhere now
You’re birds and trees and flowers
Eagles and bears and owls
Shining like the flame.

Goodbye little brother
Thanks for the lesson learned
I'll think of you when I return
and in friends along the way.
And to everyone in Webequie,
I'm just glad it was me.
I think of you everyday,
I'll see you by the flame.

credits

from On the River Off the Lake, track released August 30, 2015
Kev Corbett: songwriter, guitars, basses
Jason Mingo: Producer

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Kev Corbett Halifax, Nova Scotia

“The man is an exceptional guitar player – for one thing – but also writes extremely clever, finessed, clockwork folk-pop songs whose singable surface belies a tremendous underlying sense of craft. It was really great to see him again.” – Jowi Taylor, Six String Nation

“Well-crafted, skillfully written songs, dazzling guitar playing. Son of a Rudderless Boat is a marvelous listen.” – Penguin Eggs
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