Strange Fingerprints EP

by Fern

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Recorded in the summer of 2013 with funding from SaskMusic and the Government of Saskatchewan, Fern’s debut studio-release is one of migratory missives calling attention to the murky waters of memory captured in song.

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released April 29, 2014

Rachel Fowlie-Neufeld-Guitar, Vocals, Piano, Banjo
Melissa Gan-Violin
Brett Williams-Percussion/Drums
Ryan Buchholz-Bass
Clint Walper-BG Vocals on 1,3

Engineering and Mixing by Joshua Robinson of the Sound and Silence Collective
Mastering by Trevor Case of Earwig Labs
Photo by Greg Fowlie-Neufeld
Layout and Design by Rachel Fowlie-Neufeld with help from Megan Van Buskirk

© 2014 Fern www.wearefernmusic.bandcamp.com
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Fern Saskatoon, Saskatchewan

“A dream that you’ll never want to wake up from.” –Razmataz Magazine

Fern is the folk project of Saskatoon based artist Rachel Fowlie-Neufeld.

As a Prairie woman with lots of feelings, Fern finds her strength in poetic lyrics and understated arrangements that aim to get you right in the gut with songs about angst, love, and those weird thoughts that get stuck in your head right before bed.
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Track Name: Spring
Springtime is so hard on me;
It comes so slow and maddeningly

I toss and turn between my sheets
Just can’t sleep
Got thoughts to repeat

But I stand on a chair above my kitchen sink
(But I stand on a chair above my kitchen sink)
to catch the sun in a basement suite:

From where I stand
this must be perfect
Track Name: Old Habits
I’ve had just enough change to fall into old habits
and I’m just enough gone to write them down
(rambling about love that’s always tragic)
as someone’s singing in my ear…

Are you lost, dear?
Are you lost, dear?
Are you lost, dear?

Cause you’ve been looking
into the windows of others
looking and trying to claim what’s mine

You’ve been looking
into the windows of others
(looking) and trying to take what’s mine

Well I swear I’m just looking for my memories
they don’t stay where I put them
I set ‘em down and they hide away…

So I’ve been looking
into the windows of others
looking and trying to find what’s mine

Looking
into the windows of others
looking for that piece of mind

Are you lost, dear?
Are you lost, dear?
Are you lost, dear?

Well I swear I’m just looking for my memories
(they don’t stay where I put them)
I set ‘em down and they hide away…
Track Name: Myth
I know you from sepia-tones and little girl barrettes; or,
a mother’s collection of artifacts.

Most of your things are in an upstairs room
collecting grief and dust:
Strange material fingerprints.

I’ve got one of your necklaces
I wear it all the time
maybe it’s ransom
to bring you back some

My grandmother shows me
a lock of your hair and says
it’s all that was left and
I am 14, 14 (I am 14)

In Kindergarten we’re taught the alphabet
forwards and back around, but no one talks
about the void between Z and A
where people become myth

And the night before the Final
I swear I thought I saw your ghost,
but it was probably someone else in white nightclothes
walking down the stairs

walking down the stairs
Track Name: Prairie Skies
I recall the taste of your mouth behind the church
day before moving day

And I remember sitting on the porch
waiting for you to say hello
and then goodbye.

I remember when the river was flooding
and my mother was so afraid I would drown
(just float away) on the tributary's rage

These prairie skies can't bid my bird bones stay
on gravel roads that are lined with young girls names:
the reddest grey.

Ooohs.

I recall the house that was haunted
all the times we'd go there to play
Now at 25 it's me who is haunted
(just floating away)

These prairie skies can't bid my bird bones stay
on gravel roads that are lined with young girls names:
the reddest grey.

Oooohs.