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Amy Campbell

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"So, I'll rejoin the wallflowers, and the misfits, and love's wronged. I will quit writing you letters and go back to writing songs" (from "Oh Heart, Oh Highway, 2008.)

Sounds Like:

Joni Mitchell, Sara Harmer, Ani DiFranco, Kathleen Edwards, Natalie Merchant, Gordon Lightfoot, Shawn Colvin

Influences:

Joni Mitchell, Ani DiFranco, Sarah McLaughlin, Gordon Lightfoot, Bob Dylan, Townes Van Zandt,

Favourite Singer/Songwriter:

it's a tie - Joni Mitchell / Gordon Lightfoot

Contact Email:

amy@amycampbell.ca

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Songs by Amy Campbell

Bricks

By now the weather’s changed, so many times and back again.
The summer sun has come and gone, by now we know it won’t be long.
By now I’ve seen you change. The tiny lines upon your sleeping face.
The winter snow rolls in and melts away. The way you look at me it lights my way.

Chorus:
Can’t build a house without the bricks. Without the mortar, stones and sticks.
One that can weather any kind of change, any season, any sad heartache.
You ask me how we’re gonna make it stand, with only sweat and tears and these two hands?
And I say “I got you, Baby. I can do anything.”

By then I’d learned to lose, I’d learned to cover every cut and bruise,
On a heart so easily betrayed. So freely given and then led astray.
By now I’ve learned to trust, to put the past away, just look at us.
Let the ghosts go, they just fade away. When you look at me and light my day.

Chorus:
Can’t build a house without the bricks. Without the mortar, stones and sticks.
One that can weather any kind of change, any season, any sad heartache.
You ask me how we’re gonna make it stand, with only sweat and tears and these two hands?
And I say “I got you, Baby. I can do anything.” (rpt.)
And I say “I got you, Baby. I can do anything.”

Bridge:
Make me better, make me true. Make me strong enough for you.
Let these walls hold in the heat.
Tell me I got you, Baby, and you got me.
And you got me.

I’ve settled down a lot. I’ve stopped my waiting for that shoe to drop.
Hung up my suitcase and I made my bed. I started thinking ‘bout the years ahead.
By now I’ve seen you change, the tiny lines upon your sleeping face.
The love that deepends past imagining. Light in my chest only your smile can bring.

Chorus:
Can’t build a house without the bricks. Without the mortar, stones and sticks.
One that can weather any kind of change, any season, any sad heartache.
You ask me how we’re gonna make it stand, with only sweat and tears and these four hands?
And I say “I got you, Baby. I can do anything.” (rpt.)
And I say “I got you, Baby. I can do anything.” (rpt.)
And I say “I got you, Baby. I can do anything.”

[Lyrics]


Gasoline

Gasoline, oh gasoline... Bring my sweet baby back to me.
Light leaves the sky like the fight leaves her eyes,
and I’ll be holdin’ these thoughts now for miles.

I left a song for her, in ev’ry small town between here and the shore.
And oh how I’ve longed for her, on ev’ry cold night on some kind stranger’s floor.

Chorus:
But Ohio bleeds into Kentucky.
Oh Lord how I know that I’m lucky.
But I drove through the day, I drove all through the night
Knowin’ you are the one thing that will make me feel right.

Rye whiskey, oh rye whiskey... Fill up this hole inside of me.
Thought leaves the choice like the love leaves her voice,
And I’ll be holdin’ my head now for miles.

I’ve got so many big plans. I’ll be fully renewed by the time I get back.
I’ll be smart, I’ll be tough, I’ll work hard, earn enough...
Just one week please to sleep off the road.

Chorus:
But Ohio bleeds into Kentucky.
Oh Lord how I know that I’m lucky.
But I drove through the day, I drove all through the night
Knowin’ you are the one thing that will make me feel right.

Radio, oh radio...
Please send my voice to my baby back home.
I’ve been waitin’ for weeks for a break in this heat.
For a change in the leaves, for a bend in this road.

For the fight in her eyes. For the love in her voice.
At the touch of her hand all the thought leaves the choice.
I’ll be strong, I’ll be tough, I’ll work hard, earn enough.
I’ve been holdin’ these thoughts now for miles.

Chorus:
But Ohio bleeds into Kentucky.
Oh Lord how I know that I’m lucky.
But I drove through the day, I drove all through the night
Knowin’ you are the one thing that will make me feel right.

[Lyrics]


Letters Home

Just one kiss to light the cold, take this heart and make it whole. I’ve been sitting here all night trying to write letters back home. But I’m missing the address, and the names now too I guess...
I guess it’s something of a mercy, how we are made to forget.

Oh I used to burn and brim with a heart so worn and thin.
I used to beat and sing to save my life.
I used to love the way my hands would sing with that sweet ache. Now I can barely... hold on.

I will admit from time to time you leap unbidden to my mind,
in those brief unguarded moments, like a storm cloud rolling by. Then some days this seems to be just dragging out a broken dream. Then I think about those letters, what they will say about me.

Oh I used to float and run without a word to anyone.
I used to sink deep down into it every night.
I used to love the way your face would swim with that sweet ache. Now I can barely... hold on.

I could use this time alone, still I’m sticking by the phone.
I’ve been sitting here all night just trying to write down what I know. But before the week is out you’ll be filling up this house.
You’ll be throwing open windows, watch my troubles all pour out.


Oh I’m gonna kiss that face and drink in all your shining grace. Missing you now I sing with that sweet ache.
I used to mourn the corners of this heart so thin and worn, now I can barely.... hold on.

[Lyrics]


Parkdale Love Song

I woke to find the world was bloomin’, a Parkdale masterpiece in spring.
Spray painted petals of acrylic, and a bed made out of brick.

Now I’m still hauntin’ these same alleys. Those Parkdale mornings on the stoop.
I’ve come to truly love this city. But the colours fade here without you.

Chorus:
Now drinkin’ wine just makes me pine and think back on when we were fine.
Drinkin’ whiskey makes me miss the way you feel.
Now I’ve got choices, I’ve got friends. Got nights in Parkdale never end.
But I’ve got mem’ries too, and they all look like you.

I find the time now just for walkin’. I find the time to sit and write.
I watch the sun along the lakeshore. The water’s lovely, but it doesn’t feel quite right.
You said I’d miss things like the ocean, I said “I won’t be that cliché.”
I was just buried in the motions. I just had to get away.

Chorus:
Now drinkin’ wine just makes me pine and think back on when we were fine.
Drinkin’ whiskey makes me miss the way you feel.
Now I’ve got choices, I’ve got friends. Got nights in Parkdale never end.
But I’ve got mem’ries too, and they all look like you. (rpt.)
But I’ve got mem’ries too, and they all look like you.

Bridge:
I sang to you that day emboldened. “I do believe what comes is better than what came before.”
We laid our bets and mine’s still holdin’. Saying goodbye to you was never what I came here for.

Chorus:
Now drinkin’ wine just makes me pine and think back on when we were fine.
Drinkin’ whiskey makes me miss the way you feel.
Now I’ve got choices, I’ve got friends. Got nights in Parkdale never end.
But I’ve got mem’ries too, and they all look like you. (rpt.)
But I’ve got mem’ries too, and they all look like you. (rpt.)
But I’ve got mem’ries too, and they all look like you.

[Lyrics]


Satellite

If this city were a system then she would be the sun.
You don't fall in love with her, you just enter orbit...
And hold on.
I am just a satellite lost floating in the void.
I need your gravity to touch down now.
To touch down now.
To feel the ground beneath my feet.

There'll be water where we land, leafy trees and rocky sand.
But the blue up in the sky won't hold a candle to your eyes.
I would make this world as lovely as your smile.

I know you like a book but I can't read you.
And it's plain to see you're hungry, but it's not my place to feed you.
So I'll spend the day beside you then I'll walk the long road back alone.
Holding on...

There were wild roses at the roadside. They were bending to be near you.
And although I couldn't see your face I swore that I could hear you,
Thinking "goodbye".
"Babe if there's a better way we haven't found it yet."
But I started missing you the day we met.

Reality is cold here out in space, and you long for warming suns, and you love without a face.
And every time you think the road is done, you turn around now and you're moving on.
I get so tired of moving on.
Now I am just a satellite lost floating in the rings,
But to feel your arms around me, honey, that would mean everything.
Would mean you're holding on.
I see you in the distance but I can't reach you.
You're shining like the sun, how could I hope to heat you?
So give me just today love, and just one little piece of your tomorrow.
I'll be holding on...

There were wild roses at the roadside. They were trembling to be near you.
And although I couldn't see your face I swore that I could hear you,
Thinking "goodbye".
"Babe if there's a better way we haven't found it yet."
But I started missing you the day we met.

Sit with me on the beach and watch the stars,
Outer space won't seem so cold from where you are.
So I'll spend the night beside you, then I'll walk the long road back alone.

The city is a system and you're the sun.
And I am just your satellite.
I am just your satellite, so touch down now, touch down now.
I am just your satellite. Holding on...

[Lyrics]


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Region:

Toronto, on

Level of Experience:

PROFESSIONAL

Genre:

Other

I Write:

By myself

I prefer to write:

Lyrics | Melody | Chord Patterns | Arrangements

Albums Released:

Architecture: Live at the Opera House (2003) Oh Heart, Oh Highway (2008) Letters Home (2012)

I am interested in:

Networking | Pitching Songs to Artists | Pitching Songs To Tv/Film/Etc. | Signing with a Label | Getting a Publishing Deal

Other Jobs:

Visual artist/designer

Biography:

Amy Campbell brings together classical training and folk sensibilities to create music that reaches into human experience and comes back with stories written from the soul. Devoted equally to lyrical craft, innovative musicianship, and engaging performances, Amy’s 15 years of writing, composing, and touring have cemented her position in hearts and playlists across the world.

Amy has just released a FACTOR-supported recording project produced by the incomparable Don Kerr (Ron Sexsmith, The Rheostatics, Karyn Ellis). Letters Home features performances by Ben Whiteley (New Country Rehab, The Good Lovelies) on upright bass, Jaron-Freeman Fox (The David Woodhead Confabulation, Delhi 2 Dublin) and Mary McGeer (The Talisker Players Chamber Orchestra) on strings, Jeff Heisholt (The Trews, Pete Elkas) on organs, David Matheson (Moxy Fruvous, Barenaked Ladies) on piano and guest vocals by Rose Cousins. Don’s arrangements are simple and tight, and beautifully complement Amy’s signature rythmic guitar compositions and thought-provoking, heart-rending lyrics.

Letters Home was released in July, 2012 with a sold-out CD release show at the Carleton in Halifax and a packed house at Hugh’s Room in Toronto.
Amy’s 2008 album and book project – Oh Heart, Oh Highway – was released with a successful tour, including appearances at the Halifax Pop Explosion, Toronto’s Cameron House, The BobCat concert series (Ottawa) and the legendary Yellow Door Coffeehouse (Montreal). New fans were drawn in by the album’s cinematic narratives, and ambitious artistic vision; as evidenced in March 2009, when Oh Heart, Oh Highway reached #1 on the coveted and influential Galaxie Folk/Roots chart.

Years of touring have led to several noteworthy appearances: Amy has performed as a supporting act to Penny Lang, Veda Hille, Justin Rutledge, Old Man Luedecke, and Thea Gilmore (in the UK); toured as support for Emm Gryner; and is a regular at noteworthy folk venues Club Passim (Boston), Hugh’s Room (Toronto), and The Blacksheep Inn (Wakefield, QC). Festival appearances include “The Stan Rogers Festival” (Nova Scotia), “The Cutting Edge of the Campfire Festival” (Boston), “Ladyfest NY” (New York), an MPress Records showcase at the IndieGrrl Festival (Nashville), The Amherst Island Folk Festival (Ontario), and Island Folk Festival (Victoria, BC).

Amy’s work is supplemented by her community activism – Over the last six years she created an independent music program for participants at Sketch (Toronto working arts studio for homeless and street-involved youth), with whom she works regularly and intensely. She also has ongoing roles in such projects as Babes for Breasts (touring concert in support of the Canadian Breast Cancer Foundation), The Music Project (a songwriting program for teens at Camp Trillium), and Youth Without Shelter - a homeless shelter in Toronto, where she guides at-risk youth through a process of songwriting and recording.

Amy’s catalogue is available through iTunes, and online or via mail-order at www.amycampbell.ca.

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