Suzanne Michelle

Suzanne Michelle

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"A highly distinctive vocalist, her voice moves effortlessly through a soulful vibe that has echoes of Bobby Gentry to a blues tinge and even a slight country twang. Suzanne and Anders sound like they were born to sing. Working together, they've come up with this stunning album." Maverick Magazine

Biography

In August of 2002, I left Canada to embark upon a pilgrimage called El Camino de Santiago. It is an ancient road traveled by people from around the world, walking towards the same destination: the city of Santiago de Compostela. There are many roads from which to start but they all ultimately lead to one main road in the north of Spain. I had decided to start walking from Le Puy en Velay in France, a distance of about 1700 km to Santiago. Meanwhile as fate would have it, near the end of September of that same year (2002), Anders had also made his way to Spain to walk 750 km from the Pyrenees to Santiago. He had planned to do the pilgrimage alone for 6 weeks, but things on this road dont always work out the way we foresee them. He only walked one day by himself and the rest is about us. On September 27th, after having walked 900 km already, our paths crossed in a small village called Larasoa..a. I had walked pretty fast that day, and was sure that I'd be the first one to arrive at the refuge. When I got there, I saw him, in his blue fisherman hat, sitting on a set of stairs. It was the beginning of our relationship and of a musical partnership. For weeks after that, we had hoped to find a guitar along the way, but who carries one on a pilgrimage right? Well one day, in a little refuge run by the British, we found a guitar: it was old, it was too small, it was perfect. We sang all night, it was wonderful. We ended up walking the rest of the pilgrimage together. The good bye was heart breaking. I sat on a bench in tears while Anders sang Charlie Chaplin's "Smile" in my ear. A week later, he called me to say that he was coming to Canada... We started writing songs right away, the words and melodies just poured out of us like good wine. I wrote my stories and he played them on his magical guitars. In August of 2003, I made the decision to move to Sweden and Ive been there ever since. We were married here in Sweden on august 12th 2006.

On october 4th 2006 we released our first record called “My Roots” here in Scandinavia and on Itunes Europe. We wrote the entire album together. Anders wrote the melodies and I wrote the lyrics. The record is about my roots, my family and my past. It is my personal testimony.

We are currently recording our second album (13 tracks) which will hopefully be released some time next year.

** We are also looking for a record label outside of Sweden to license our album and make it possible for our music to reach other parts of the world.

Lyrics

Mama's all right

Written By: Suzanne Michelle & Anders Kronlund

On a road calld Shakespears way
Where my mama was born and raised
She had brothers and sisters too
And a daddy that couldn’t be saved
Cause his drinking was all he knew
Going hunting was all he’d do
You see her daddy he loves to fight
And he’d come home real late at night
But the good Lord always came through
Cause my mama she’s all right

An honest man is hard to find
But mama knew to use her mind
Education was what she’d need
Her poor old past was what she’d leave
So she found herself a man so kind
And left all her troubles behind
Mama earned her sleepless nights
She worked ans prayed with all her might
She’d ask the Lord and she’d receive
Cause my mama she’s all right

The busy years just hurried by
Then one day her daddy died
Mama cried till there was no more
She loved her daddy and that’s no lie
With every tear the rain would poor
So she picked herself up off the floor
Mama prayed and closed the lights
She knew the good Lord would hold him tight
They’ll surley meet at heaven’s door
Cause my mama she’s all right
They’ll surley meet at heaven’s door
Cause my mama she’s all right

Olmstead

Written By: Suzanne Michelle & Anders Kronlund

There’s a place i’ve been before
In a house that lived no more
Where I have witnessed innocence fall
But also felt my youthfulness soar
A time when we escaped our scene
Like children in the house of green
Thinking we would never yield
The house that once was like our shield

Abandoned by it’s trusted fleet
That red brick house on Olmstead street
It gave us ecstasy so raw
And sheltered us from outside laws
In the end there wasn’t much
We soured everything we touched

Somwhere in it’s glorious days
Apart from all it’s motherly ways
Where I had lost my dignity
But loved enough to fill my days
The house grew tired of our doom
Nothing left but dusk and gloom
The time had come to liberate
The house that once was like a womb

Abandoned by it’s trusted fleet
That red brick house on Olmstead street
It gave us ecstasy so raw
And sheltered us from outside laws
In the end there wasn’t much
We soured everything we touched
Abandoned by it’s trusted fleet
Across the funeral home on Olmstead street

There’s a place i’ve been before
In a house that lived no more
Where I have witnessed innocence fall
But also felt my youthfulness soar

Parables

Written By: Suzanne Michelle & Anders Kronlund

I was told that sinners were many
Saints well there were some
And that one day the Lord would come

I was taught words of tradition
Truths that make us humble
Some upon which I would stumble

But you can’t believe all the fables
Some tall tales just ain’t right
So it’s best to choose with insight

Now I’ll just sit and rest my bones
On these old forgiving stones
I shall bargain for our souls
Pouring parables in my bowl

I was shown the way of forgiveness
Through valleys of plenty
And winding roads of blinding beauty

I was given books of religion
Fear is what they would teach
The Lords good grace is what they would preach

But you can’t believe all the fables
Some tall tales just ain’t right
So it’s best to choose with insight

Now i’ll just sit and rest my bones
On these old forgiving stones
I shall bargain for our souls
Pouring parables in my bowl
Pouring parables in my bowl
Pouring parables in my bowl
Pouring parables in my bowl

Berry Pie

Written By: Suzanne Michelle & Anders Kronlund

Nothing else around us
But the highway and its trees
Changing tunes on the radio
‘Till i find the one i please
I don’t know where i’m going
But I know it isn’t home
For now I’ll keep on keeping on
And enjoy what’s being shown

Nothing makes me smile
Like a slice of berry pie
Or people making silly faces
And the moon up in the sky
I don’t know where I’m going
But I know it isn’t home
For now I’ll keep on keeping on
And enjoy what’s being shown

Nothing here but blue skies
And the smell of herbal tea
Sounds of heavenly guitars playing
And my soothing melodies
I don’t know where i’m going
But i know it isn’t home
For now I’ll keep on keeping on
And enjoy what’s being shown

Nothing else around us
But the highway and its trees
Changing tunes on the radio
‘Till i find the one I please
I don’t know where i’m going
But I know it isn’t home
For now I’ll keep on keeping on
And enjoy what’s being shown

I don’t know where i’m going
But I know it isn’t home
For now I’ll keep on keeping on
And enjoy what’s being shown

My lovely samurai

Written By: Suzanne Michelle & Anders Kronlund

Over waters and fallen leaves
An alliance of the kind so rare
She is graceful like the wind
Her movements like a breath of air
A weapon hidden from our senses
Few are those her beauty spares
They all would travel quite a ways
The length of her enchanting hair

A union built to withstand time
The certainty of our good bye
Honor still remains untouched
I am her faithful warrior
And she my lovely samurai

Over waters and fallen leaves
She stands before me like a bride
Welcoming with open arms
A code by which we do abide
For in the darkest of all spaces
We have battled side by side
Long and hard was the road less traveled
But even harder were it’s guides

A union built to withstand time
The certainty of our good bye
Honor still remains untouched
I am her faithful warrior
And she my lovely samurai

In my mother's arms

Written By: Suzanne Michelle & Anders Kronlund

In my mother’s arms where I long to be
Dust away the years to find a peice of me
A baptizm on a Sunday mornin’
In holy waters where I had fallen
To her baby girl humming endlessly
When I’m gone child don’t you weep for me

In my mother’s arms I am made of stone
Take away my shield, protected to the bone
Countless days for this expecting wife
Patiently for my long awaited life
To her baby girl humming endlessly
When I’m gone child don’t you weep for me

In my mother’s arms where I cease to grow
Through the rivers of my life I will bravely row
An invinsable woman standing tall
Once let me see her white curtains fall
To her baby girl humming endlessly
When I’m gone child don’t you weep for me

In my mother’s arms I am made of gold
Peel away my warmth, sheilded from the cold
A godly chance on the road to glories
She now has faith in all my reveries
To her baby girl humming endlessly
When I’m gone child don’t you weep for me

Waitress 115

Written By: Suzanne Michelle & Anders Kronlund

Once there was a girl she was so lovely
Long ago she took my hand and showed me
All the secrets they could tell
And all the beauty she withheld

Once there was a girl I swear I loved her
She whispered in my ear and told me softly
All the sorrows they could hide
And all the fear she kept inside
And all the fear she kept inside

The story’s told
I’ve let her go
Her beauty stained
And changed my world

Once there was a girl she who offered freedom
She gave me strength to fight and truly showed me
All the sorrows could find
And all the demons in her mind

Once there was a girl I swear I loved her
She looked into my eyes and simply showed me
All the memories that they could feel
And all tat she could heal
And all that she could heal

The story’s told
I’ve let her go
Her beauty stained
And changed my world

The story’s told
I’ve let her go
Her beauty stained
And changed my world

Once there was a girl she was so lovely
Long ago she took my hand and showed me
All the secrets they could tell
And all the beauty she withheld

Fields of misery

Written By: Suzanne Michelle

There are villains who hide
In our foolish world
Thinking lies can solve tragedy
People filled with insanity

In a world filled with greed
Some betray to get by
Thinking money fills emptiness
Never knowing true happiness

Come with me I’ll lead you towards a brighter day
Beyond these fields of misery
Away from darkened days
Open wide to beauty that you hold inside
Beyond these fields of misery
Away from all this pain we see

There are villains who hide
In our foolish world
Thinking lies can solve tragedy
People filled with insanity

In a world filled with pride
Some will suffer for youth
So consumed with their vanity
Always seeking eternity

Come with me I’ll lead you towards a brighter day
Beyond these fields of misery
Away from darkened days
Open wide to beauty that you hold inside
Beyond these fields of misery
Away from all this pain we see

Come with me I’ll lead you towards a brighter day
Beyond these fields of misery
Away from darkened days
Open wide to beauty that you hold inside
Beyond these fields of misery
Away from all this pain we see

Discography

Radio airplay from our album ''My Roots'':
Berry Pie, Mama's all right, Towards the light and One size fits all.

Set List

We usually play 45-60 minute concerts. Depending on the venue, we do one or two sets.

We perform songs from our album which include:

Berry Pie, Mama's all right, towards the light, Parables, My lovely samurai, Bag of stones, In my mother's arms, One size fits all, My roots, Waitress 115, The river sings no more, Bitter sweet, Olmstead.

Also a few new songs from our upcoming album.

We also do covers from the following artists:
Eva Cassidy, Patsy Cline, Louis Armstrong, Charlie Chaplin, Jann Arden...

French artists:
Lucille Starr, Linda Lemay, Patrick Norman...