October Gold

October Gold

 Montréal, Quebec, CAN
BandAlternativeFolk

"Nestled somewhere between the acoustic intimacy of Bowerbirds and the indie bombast of Arcade Fire," October Gold is Montreal-based singer/songwriter Kit Soden and his partner in music (and life), violinist Aliza Thibodeau.

Biography

October Gold, an acoustic alt-folk duo based out of Montreal, is the latest collaboration of singer/songwriter Kit Soden and his partner in music (and life), violinist Aliza Thibodeau. This marriage of Soden's folksy roots and Thibodeau's classical sensibilities has created a unique sound that has been described as "painting your imagination with song."

Since 2010, October Gold has been quietly captivating audiences across North America and Europe. The release of their first album, Into the Silence, showed the depth of sound the duo had developed in such a short period of time, apparent as well in their recent follow-up.

Aside from the noticeable chemistry between these two emerging artists, October Gold has managed to bring together a collection of brilliant musicians during the recording of their albums. Over 20 different instruments came together to create the mythical symphonic sounds of Into the Silence, resulting in a combination of powerful orchestral emotions and knee- slapping, hoe-down riffs.

October Gold's recently released sophomore album, Bridge of the Sun, makes use of this rich, fully orchestrated sound, as well as the talents of author Steven Erikson. The album's lyrics are derived from poetry scattered throughout Erikson's best-selling series, 'The Malazan Book of the Fallen.' A concept album, Bridge of the Sun walks the line between imagination and reality, holding a special connection for Malazan fans while still standing on its own as an independent collection of songs.

October Gold released Bridge of the Sun in July 2013 and continues to tour North America and Europe.

Kit plays a Larrive D-02 guitar and Aliza plays a 200 year old violin of unknown origin.

Lyrics

Being on the Road

Written By: Kit Soden

All of these years with you
Our favorite thing to do
Is grab a coffee and go
And get out on the road
Play all our singing songs
Watch the landscape rollin’ on
Places new, places with you
There are so many things still to do...

To get out of the city
And get out on the road
To get out of the city
And get out on the road

The thunder of the wheels rolling on
Reminds me that I’m gone
Somewhere with you
Anywhere we choose
Off to a mountaintop
Or anyplace we pick to stop
Rollin’ on the road
There is always always always farther to go

To get out of the city
And get out on the road
To get out of the city
And get out on the road

See the northern lights from the prairies
Or sunrise from Gaspé
Caught a wave in Tofino
Drove all night singing songs

The Well

Written By: Chris Olsen

The well is open,
Fill it until it overflows
Build it up,
Infuse it with all you have
Stuff it full,
Of anything you can offer

Then let it be consumed

Drunken by all,
Reaped for everything it has
Emptied
By anyone who dares

Then let it be consumed
Only to be refilled
Again and again
The cycle repeats endlessly

The well is open,
Fill it until it overflows
Build it up,
Infuse it with all you have
Until it cannot refill anymore
Until its walls have collapsed into itself

Then let it be consumed...

Song of the Last Prayer

Written By: Steven Erikson

Down on the strand where the sea meets the land
Where fishermen kneel over wounds that won’t heal
And the water weeps at the end of the day
In the mirror you walk away

Among the red trees and the long dead leaves
The axeman wanders but cannot remember
And the earth runs like tears and will not stay
In the mirror you walk away

Soiled the sacrament and broken the monument
Sullied the sculpture and soured the rapture
Beauty lives but brief its stay
And in the mirror you walk away

Gods will give and then take away
If faith tastes of blood
drink deep when you pray
Beauty lives but brief its stay
And when it all goes away
and there’s nothing left to save
In the mirror you walk away
In the mirror you walk away

Old Stones

Written By: Steven Erikson

The old stones of this road
have rung with iron
black-shod hoofs and drums
where I saw him walking
up from the sea between hills soaked red
in sunset he came, a boy among the echoes
of warrior ghosts he came to pass
on this road of stone--
the boy walks
another soldier, another one
bright heart not yet cooled
to hard iron

Into the Silence

Written By: Kit Soden and Christian Olsen

Fireflies,
And a willow tree
...in this day of suspended time!!
Little flashes of light,
Just part of the sights
...washing the city from our souls!!

Barn on the hill,
Climbing the trees
... these sunny rolling fields!!
Under the stars,
Firelight on your face
...it seems too good to me!!

Disappear into the silence
of this day so new and familiar
Walk the path of this garden
Disappear into the sun

Into the silence of the places we once knew
Step by step we walk beyond what we have imagined

Disappear into the silence
of this day so new and familiar
Walk the path of this garden
Disappear into the sun

Into the silence...
You find it in your heart
This place where it all began,
You knew it from the start....

Weathered Wings

Written By: Steven Erikson

The faces all in rows will wait
As I take each in my hands
Remembering what it is
To be who I am not.
Will all these struggles
Fade into white?
Or melt like snow on stone
In the heat of dawn?
Do you feel my hands?
These weathered wings
Of dreams of flight
Are gifts worn down.
Still I hold fast and climb sure
Through your eyes
And we journey without a step
What I dare you to lose
I surrendered long ago
But what I dare you to find
Must I then lose?
In these rows there are tales
For every line, every broken smile
Is a weathered wing
Of dreams of flight
And gifts worn down.
Draw close then
And dry these tears
For I have a story to tell

Stone Whispers

Written By: Steven Erikson

Stone whispers
Patience
But we take chisel in hand
Child begs
Not yet
But the sands have run out
Sky cries
Fly
But we hold our ground
Wind sings
Free
But roots bind us down
Lover sighs
Stay
But we must be gone
Life pleads
Live
But death is the dream
We beg
Not yet
But the sands have run out
Stone whispers
Patience…