sandy scofield

sandy scofield

BandWorldFolk

A blend of traditional aboriginal with a modern contemporary sound.

Biography

Sandy Scofield is Metis artist based in Vancouver. She has been performing professionally since 1986 and hails from four generations of musicians and singers. Nikawiy Askiy (Mother Earth in Cree) is her fourth CD and was released in June 2007 on Arbor Records/EMI Canada. It won her the 2007 a Canadian Folk Music Award for Best Aboriginal Songwriter, along with a Canadian Aboriginal Music Award (making this her fifth Canadian Aboriginal Music Award) and garnered Scofield her third consecutive Juno nomination in 2008. Her previous release, Ketwam, featuring songs by Sandy, Lisa Sazama and Shakti Hayes, took home the 2003 Western Canadian Music Award for Outstanding Aboriginal Recording. Sandy has sung in many bands in her day - from rockabilly to cajun and zydeco to highly accomplished folk-rock, jazz and vocal ensembles. Internationally, she has performed in Seoul Korea, Australia, Mexico, France, Germany, Vienna and Washington DC's Smithsonian Institute. She is described as "a complex artist who can effortlessly move from centuries old aboriginal vocal styles to satiny pop to robust rhythm & blues and rock. Like a transforming trickster, Sandy uses melody and beautiful harmonies to carry weighty messages. Her keen ear for original arrangements, her experience articulated in powerful lyrics, and her beautiful vocal instrument combine to form a growing body of incisive musical works which touch contemporary audiences of all cultures. She is also blessed with a sense of humour and a born theatricality, both of which find their way out on stage." by Ellie O'Day

Lyrics

MOUNTAINSIDE

Written By: Sandy Scofield

I got stranded on this mountainside got tossed about in a landslide
That’s how I lost my way down so I hung from cliffs I hung from trees
Fell in ravines and skinned my knees but the trail was nowhere to be found
There are no coincidences here best to rest till morning nears
When rescuers can hear my call Throw me a rope throw me a line
Lower me down the mountainside slowly don’t let me fall

Shall we dance the dance of fear speak words vague words unclear
See who will react to simple truths misunderstood
Simple intentions soured from good there is no turning back
Gifts are given from above some with scorn some with love
Some are wrapped in misery no coincidences this I know
Best to rest through the night so when morning mist clears then I’ll see
The beauty in all living things the power of spirit in everything
The mountainside is where I climbed to get a better view
I’d be lying to say I learned nothing from you

Stranded on this mountainside tripped over stones of jagged pride
Can’t find my way down so I climb higher in the atmosphere
Where the air is thin my thoughts are clear where I can look around
There are no coincidences here best to rest till morning nears
When rescuers can hear my call Throw me a rope throw me a line
Lower me down the mountainside I hope that they let me fall
Into the beauty of all living things the power of spirit in everything
The mountainside is where I climbed to get a better view
I’d be lying to say I learned nothing from you

Gifts are given from above some with scorn some with love
Some are wrapped in misery no coincidences this I know
Best to rest in the shade so when evening moon comes I can see
The beauty in all living things the power of spirit in everything
The mountainside is where I climbed to get a better view
I’d be lying to say I haven’t learned anything
From the beauty of all living things the power of spirit in everything
The mountainside is where I climbed to get a better view
You must know I learned so many things from you
I got stranded on this mountainside
Was tossed about in a landslide
That’s when I lost my way down

FAMOUS

Written By: Sandy Scofield additional lyrics by Os12

I know a guy ego big as the sky makes all the girls sigh oh me oh my hot daddy so sly I know a guy he’s on the internet looks good sure bet plays a mean set makes all the girls wet ooh daddy are you ready get set looking for a sublet I know a guy oh me oh my do you know why he wants to be famous X2

I know a guy who’s played New York got a girl in every port sex is a sport but he’s coming up short scoring in the home court down on his game looking for fame I know a guy oh me oh my do you know why he wants to be famous X2

(Os 12) They say little man wants to be a star But with his bad habits he ain’t going very far Travels the world drowning loneliness with liquor And women and anything to take the pain quicker The sicker he gets the better he feels Finds himself another lady so he can kick up his heels It’s Not so real without the fame he’s alone He can call himself famous while he’s on microphones What?

I know a guy evasive won’t commit Slippery in his shit fancies himself hip And the girls all flip for his tight ass trip Game he’s perfected so he won’t get rejected So he doesn’t have to feel something real like the pain Doesn’t have to feel something real like the pain of his loneliness I know a guy oh me oh my do you know why he wants to be famous I know a guy oh me oh my do you know why he wants to be Famous Famous And he wants to be Famous Why does he want to be Famous And he wants Famous Famous Famous why does he want to be famous For the chicks and the liquor and famous For the way it gets him girls

MONEY IS THE GOAL

Written By: Sandy Scofield (based on the following Cree prophesy)


"Only after the last tree has been cut down
Only after the last river has been poisoned,
Only after the last fish has been caught
Only then will you find money cannot be eaten"
Cree Prophecy

The last fish is gone last tree cut down the last river last lake are poisoned brown That’s when you’ll see, it’s then that you will see, you can’t eat money
The Arctic snow Is melting oh Sea levels grow Oil Gas and coal
Burning up the globe Burning up ozone Money is the goal
Corporations pretend after is only when
The last fish is eaten and gone, the last tree has been cut down
The last river poisoned is when, only then you Will see, that’s when you will see you can’t eat money

Let’s cut those trees
a new mall we need
To Buy up all the latest technology While Beaches erode wetlands sink low
Still Money is the goal
Let’s take a ride Get in your car drive Foot to the floor till you radiate inside
On government totem pole greenhouse gas is low
Money is the goal
Corporations pretend only after is when
The last river dries into ground clean air is nowhere to be found
Last fresh water has been drawn, only then will it dawn on them the fish are gone The last tree has been cut down, the last river poisoned brown,
The last bird in flight falls down, only then we will find, only then we will realize, it’s only then we’ll cry it’s then we’ll see we can’t eat money

The last river dries into ground, clean air is nowhere to be found
Fresh water has all been drawn, only then will it dawn on them the fish are gone The last bird from the sky falls down, the last river poisoned brown,
The last tree has been cut down Only then will they cry, only then realize
Only then will they see money can ’t be eaten
Money is the goal

RAINING IN VANCOUVER

Written By: Sandy Scofield

Raining in Vancouver is that really so strange Well yes, if the change in atmosphere marks Distance gained distance that’s strained Lovely loyalty now up in smoke with every angry word Spoken a little more trust was choked
Raining in Vancouver is that really so bizarre Well yes, if you are still nursing
Summer sunburns summer scars Winter stars hover over the weathered terrain Devotion is drowning with every drop of unending rain
See I wanted to believe that you believed in me But now I see it was to be about a quick buck and nothing more Nothing more how are you in your lovely house by the sea How are you your lovely wife family how are you the dog and the family car Whatever you’re doing don’t work anymore it’s raining It’s raining

THE TIME HAS COME

Written By: Scofield featuring rhymes by Eelwok, Green Tara, Manik


The time has come to share the secret
With everyone tell everyone the time has come

(Eekwol)
It’s here it’s now up from the underground the concrete contagious an infection of sound moves low on the prey to ensure the slay from protection of the next there’s no delay I got family and friends so I gotta make ends no time to sit back just talk and pretend let’s drive this train like water through the plains u slip up u stay up if u fall up
u get up u give up u screw up don’t drift off the purpose I’m the only one mind
With the old ones behind you tell me to work cause life is the grind these kids these days have shit for the future the time is now and nothing else will matter
I gotta give what I can to the struggle and get at 'er eekwol coming from Cree territory

(Green Tara)
People all across the world we gonna change the planet make your fist to the sun and you can grab it whatever holds you down you can break the habit open up your eyes wide and you can have it are you connected to a cause like a real brother? Today the time has come to take it to the next level put your faith in self revitalize the spirit speak truth in mind so we can all hear it these irresistible times they can make you weak we got strength in rhymes every time we speak read between the lines of this industry communicate direct between you and me

(Manik)
The time has come evading priests and nuns my baby’s mom two sons under the moon and sun protected without guns funded by ambitions spiritual without religion fast for visions and dreams of killing willie pickton give me a minute alone
To find the spirits of missing women and free their souls the time has come its about to snow in the summer heat stroke in the winter chemical spell this earth is under there’s cries of thunder with lightning teardrops some medicine men are asked to help make the fear stop I’ve been in many weird spots on this planet earth feeling damned and cursed since birth this manic verse till the hands come it comes with ethnicity like damming water sources comes with electricity like ego check should come with a victory the future should become fixed according to our history the time has come

LAYLA'S LULLABY (Kawapimtim)

Written By: sandy Scofield

Kawapimtim heya weya hi
Khitwam mina weya heya hi Weya heya hi
Heya wey hi heya weya hiya Kawapimtim weya hi
Khitwam mina weya hiya weya hi hiya weya hi
Kawapimtim heya weyah hi heya weya heya hi heyha weya hi
Khitwam mina yah wey heya weyha hi heya weyha hi

My grief is as big as this world that you are not in
But I will see you again I know that one day
We will be together again

Discography

Nikawiy Asliy (Mother Earth)/ 2007 / Arbor Records/EMI
Ketwam (Until We Meet Again) / 2002 / Kokum
Riel's Road / 2000 / Arpeggio
Dirty River / 1994 / Arpeggio

Set List

Four X 45 minute sets; blend of contemporary and traditional