Still Hope

by Angie Nussey

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This Album was:

Produced by Angela and Quentin Evans
All music (except where noted) written and performed by Angela Evans
Recorded at HCR Studio
All songs mixed by Danny Greenspoon at the Audio Truck Inc.
All songs mastered at João Carvalho Mastering

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released September 1, 2012

Songs from this album were written with the help of a Songwriting Grant from the CANADIAN ARTS COUNCIL.

This recording of this album was partially funded by FACTOR CANADA.

Songs written by Angie Nussey
Instrumentation and sequencing by Angela Evans
Male back-up vocals by Warren Chambers
Back up vocals on "Still Hope" by The Chords: Katie Wise, Charlotte Allen, Mani Cuza, Mikaela Mathews
Produced by Angela and Quentin Evans
*Quiet Room - co-produced by Sean Gugula
Mixed by Danny Greenspoon at The Audiotruck Inc.
Mastered at Joao Carvalho Mastering
Photography by Sue Evans
CD cover layout by Heidi Schlitt (Indiepool)


Special thanks to Andre Tellier, James Rasmussen, Chris Staig, Ross Wooldridge, Brian O'Kane, Daniel Douglas, Drew Chester, Virgil Scott and The Three Dads, Tim Lorsch, Jukasa Media Group, and Ghostrider Studios.
Another special Thanks to all the participants of the Snowball Experiment! You made this album possible!

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Angie Nussey Toronto, Ontario

Angie Nussey is a Canadian Singer / Songwriter and winner of Best Country Song (Warm Hands) in the Great American Song Contest.

Her latest release, "Still Hope" is her sixth, full length album. She has toured extensively for over 13 years and has sharing the stage with a number of famous and infamous people.

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Track Name: Quiet Room
Song: QUIET ROOM
Lyrics by: Angie Nussey

If you listen in a quiet room,
You can hear it calling out to you,
It will try to steer you away from harm,
With a solid voice and a strong arm.

But it can’t make you, and it won’t save you,
It gets bothered, in the time when it can’t protect you,
Some will hurt it, some will try to destroy it,
And some will mend it, some will dare you to embrace it.

Tired and shaking, there is no breaking your spirit.

It may have failed you,
But it’s the only thing that keeps you alive,
And some think,
It’s the only thing you take when you die.

There are times when you can’t stop it,
From screaming out loud,
And sometimes when you need it most,
It gets lost in the crowd.

It can’t stand, when you’re uncertain,
And it gets tired, in the times when your heart is hurting,
It feels small, but it is still not afraid,
It will try to be heard, again and again each day.

Tired and shaking, there is no breaking your spirit.
Tired and shaking, there is no breaking your spirit.

So stand up.
Stand up.
Stand up.
Stand up.
Stand up, are you going to take this lying down?
Stand up.
Stand up, are you going to take this lying down?
Stand up.

If you listen in a quiet room,
You can hear it calling out to you.

© 2010 Hope Café Records
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Track Name: Warm Hands
Song: WARM HANDS
Lyrics by: Angie Nussey

My daddy had warm hands,
Rough and dirty like a workin’ man,
Changing tires in a blistering storm,
His hands would still be warm,

I remember his leather mitts,
He’d leave ‘em on the living room chair,
I’d stick my hands inside,
Just to see if it was warm in there,

My daddy had warm hands.

And those hands fixed everything,
Everything but a broken heart,
When the family was torn apart,
They were outside fixing cars,

When we left him his face went dull,

We knew he loved us despite it all,
Watched his kingdom begin to fall,
While his hands tried to hold up those walls,

My daddy had warm hands,
Rough and dirty like a workin’ man,
Changing tires in a blistering storm,
His hands would still be warm,

They would steam in the cold air,
I can still see him standing there,
Thick hat and a winter coat,
Wool scarf wrapped around his throat,
My daddy had warm hands.

And as I begin to age,
I understand how things go their ways,
Sometimes this world demands,
A little more than warm hands,

My daddy had warm hands,
Strong and steady like a workin’ man,
Though they’ve grown much softer now,
I guess time broke ‘em down somehow,

They can still fix everything,
Right down to my broken heart,
Even when they’re out fixing cars,
I know they won’t let me fall apart.

My daddy had warm hands,
Rough and dirty like a workin’ man,
Changing tires in a blistering storm,
His hands would still be warm,

They would steam in the cold air,
I can still see him standing there,
Thick hat and a winter coat,
Wool scarf wrapped around his throat,

My daddy had warm hands.

© 2010 Hope Café Records
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Track Name: Swan Song
Song: SWAN SONG
Lyrics by: Angie Nussey

I saw a women running up the stairs of Casa Loma,
Looked at her determined face, hoping she could win this race,
I know exactly how she feels, I feel it all the time,
Running nowhere, running nowhere.

I have a certain staircase of my own, it seems to follow me around,
And every time I fall it kicks me when I’m down,
It doesn’t have an ending I’m convinced I should ignore it,
But every now and then I take a step I just can’t help it.

And, ohhh, I crave the momentary win,
Ohhh, foolishly again.

But if this is my last chance, if I’ve done it all wrong,
If I’ve been a joker all this time and here’s my swan song,
I won’t be the one to cool the torch, won’t be the one to swim to shore,
You won’t find me saying I could have done, I could have done more,
If I’m going down, I’m going down swinging.
Yeah if I’m going down, I’m going down swinging.

There’s something in that inconsistent pace that starts a rhythm,
The illusion of control is why we chase and never give in,
Relief will come so seldom to the ones who can’t rest easy,
And I stand in between, my staircase and what pleases me.

Most, I’ve always been a different girl,
Ohhh, stuck between two worlds.

But if this is my last chance, if I’ve done it all wrong,
If I’ve been a joker all this time and here’s my swan song,
I won’t be the one to cool the torch, won’t be the one to swim to shore,
You won’t find me saying I could have done, I could have done more,
If I’m going down, I’m going down swinging.
Yeah if I’m going down, I’m going down swinging.

There is rumbling from the ground and a calling from the staircase,
I am taken by the sound, of others in the same place,
Who are asking themselves, where they ought to be,
And when the woman running by, stops to get some water,
I can see it in her eyes, she’s fully in her power,
And I know for sure, there is one more, step for me.

‘Cause if this is my last chance, if I’ve done it all wrong,
If I’ve been a joker all this time and here’s my swan song,
I won’t be the one to cool the torch, won’t be the one to swim to shore,
You won’t find me saying I could have done, I could have done more,
If I’m going down, I’m going down swinging.
Yeah if I’m going down, I’m going down swinging.

© 2010 Hope Café Records
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Track Name: The River
Song: THE RIVER
Lyrics by: Angela and Quentin Evans

When they met at the river, he could see her standing there,
She wore a dress made of linen and a flower in her hair,
And they stayed for a while, making drawings in the sand,
And they knelt by the river where the water meets the land.

Ten years passed, he came to her,
A nervous tone, she’d never heard,
With trembling hands, gave her a note,
In boyish words, he wrote.

If I go to the river, will I see you standing there,
In a dress made of linen, and a flower in your hair,
Will you stay for a while, making drawings in the sand

So she went to the river, and she saw him standing there,
In a suit from his father, and a flower for her hair,
He pulled a ring from his pocket as he gently took her hand,
And he knelt by the river, where the water meets the land.

A lifetime passed, a fairy tale,
Three children grown, their love prevailed,
Until the day, he knelt alone,
And traced the words, upon her stone.

If you go the river, you will see me standing there,
I’ll wear a dress made of linen and a flower in my hair,
You will find me forever, in our drawings in the sand,
I will wait by the river, where the water meets the land.

© 2010 Hope Café Records
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Track Name: Still Hope
Song: STILL HOPE
Lyrics by:Angie Nussey

There are people who have started planting gardens in the backyards,
Engineers designing newer houses from the scrapyards,
Buyers who are slowly, becoming more aware,
Of the businesses who share in responsible ways,

There are restaurants who won’t support the scraping of our oceans,
Farmers treating livestock like they’re one of God’s creations,
Soldiers who can understand the innocence and truth,
In the face of every child.

There is still hope, there is still light,
There is still good, in each and everyone,
Even if it is, a long shot,
May I always be,
One of the million,
Who still believe.

There are people finding ways of sharing wealth among all nations,
Doctors seeking out affordable solutions,
Companies who’ve stopped releasing their emissions,
Regardless of Kyoto, regardless of the cost,

There are governments allowing cars to run on other fuels,
Non-partisan words spoken in the public schools,
Children urging parents to seek peace among the races,
Peace among their neighbours and peace within themselves.

There is still hope, there is still light,
There is still good, in each and everyone,
Even if it is, a long shot,
May I always be,
One of the million,

One of the million,
One of the million,

There is still hope, there is still light,
There is still good, in each and everyone,
Even if it is, a long shot,
May I always be,
One of the million,
Who still believe.

© 2010 Hope Café Records
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Track Name: Heart of a Woman
Song: HEART OF A WOMAN
Lyrics by: Angie Nussey

She told him not to ride his motorbike so fast,
She told him life is not one of those things you think is going to last,
He crashed in to a rock cut north of Guelph,
Fifteen years later he still can’t feed himself.

She gets three hours every Saturday night,
So she goes out to the bar for a drink and smile,
The ask her about it, she says, “I’m alright”,
“This is the life I’ve been given”.

And they hear the heart of a woman.
It’s the heart of a woman.

Gabrielle takes the girls to her Mom’s every weekend,
Her husband works hard every day to keep things good,
But he starts drinking on Friday and stops on Monday morning,
She swore up and down that this last round in her final warning.

By Wednesday he swears he’ll never touch it again,
And she says, “It’s been 3 years so tell me when”,
“I love you baby but this is the end”,
“This is not the life our girls should be given”.

And he hears the heart of a woman.
It’s the heart of a woman.
It’s calling out.
It’s calling out.

Sarah comes home from every night tired,
She cooks up a frozen dinner and puts the dog outside,
She wonders how long she’ll be living alone in the city,
She’s never been one to be swallowed by fear and self-pity.

She sits at the table, writes in her journal,
Reminds herself what she’s working for,
She knows it’s crazy she still dreams like a child,
But this is the life she is choosing.

She has the heart of a woman,
It’s the heart of a woman,
It’s calling out.
It’s calling out.
It’s calling out.
It’s calling out.

© 2010 Hope Café Records
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Track Name: Ocean's Daughter
Song: OCEAN’S DAUGHTER
Lyrics by: Angie Nussey
The boat had sailed three times before,
And each time ended up on the shore,
The captains said “She was built well enough”,
“Her center was sturdy, but her sides were rough”,
They said her sails were too big for the wind,
When the hard rains came she’d be end over end.

But one man thought all the rest were wrong,
He saw she was made for when this winds were strong,
And although close to home she would always falter,
He knew she would fly, in the deeper water.

So one day he packed up all his things,
And untied the boat from the docking rings,
As they made their way through the twists and bends,
He thought one mile ‘til the small water ends,
She creaked and groaned like a sad old lady,
But he held the ropes, and kept on waiting.

And sure enough, the small wind turned,
The main sail filled as the big winds churned,
They found themselves in clear blue water,
The brave, brave man and the ocean’s daughter.

The man who thought all the rest were wrong,
Who saw she was made for when the winds were strong,
And although close to home she would always falter,
He knew she would fly, in the deeper waters.

And on they sailed...

© 2010 Hope Café Records
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Track Name: Your Lucky Day
Song: YOUR LUCKY DAY
Lyrics by: Angie Nussey

You were born with a gift and the gift lost its way,
It was battered and bruised by the words people say,
So you buried it deep, and remember the day when it left.

‘Cause from that day on you were told what you’re worth,
And you spent half you life being blessed with this curse,
‘Til you finally had to decide which is worse,
The gifts of your past or the unknown of too many firsts.

So cry,
‘Til you fill up the bathtub,
And when it’s all over,
Wipe your slate clean,
This is your lucky day,
This is your lucky day.

What you deserve now is a friend to rely on,
A sweetness of days and a soft bed to lie on,
The scars of your past, have rendered you guilty,
And you’re still unaware, you deserve to be loved.

So cry,
‘Til you fill up the bathtub,
And when it’s all over,
Wipe your slate clean,
This is your lucky day,
This is your lucky day.

Some carry their burden, but few realize,
With or without it, freedom survives,
Don’t you dare stop believing your choices won’t end,
You’ll be given the chance to start over again.

Cry,
As though your life depends on it,
When it’s all over,
Wipe your slate clean,
This is your lucky day,
This is your saving grace,
This is your shot at redemption,
This is your getaway car.

© 2010 Hope Café Records
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Track Name: Mother
Song: YOUR LUCKY DAY
Lyrics by: Angie Nussey

You were born with a gift and the gift lost its way,
It was battered and bruised by the words people say,
So you buried it deep, and remember the day when it left.

‘Cause from that day on you were told what you’re worth,
And you spent half you life being blessed with this curse,
‘Til you finally had to decide which is worse,
The gifts of your past or the unknown of too many firsts.

So cry,
‘Til you fill up the bathtub,
And when it’s all over,
Wipe your slate clean,
This is your lucky day,
This is your lucky day.

What you deserve now is a friend to rely on,
A sweetness of days and a soft bed to lie on,
The scars of your past, have rendered you guilty,
And you’re still unaware, you deserve to be loved.

So cry,
‘Til you fill up the bathtub,
And when it’s all over,
Wipe your slate clean,
This is your lucky day,
This is your lucky day.

Some carry their burden, but few realize,
With or without it, freedom survives,
Don’t you dare stop believing your choices won’t end,
You’ll be given the chance to start over again.

Cry,
As though your life depends on it,
When it’s all over,
Wipe your slate clean,
This is your lucky day,
This is your saving grace,
This is your shot at redemption,
This is your getaway car.

© 2010 Hope Café Records
All rights reserved
Track Name: Whisper in the Air
Song: WHISPER IN THE AIR
Lyrics by: Angie Nussey

There is a whisper in the air,
There is a whisper in the air,
Change is on its way,
Change is on its way,
Change is on its way.

Let’s stand for something,
Let’s stand for something,
Let’s dig our heels in,
Let’s raise the roof.

There is a whisper in the air,
A whisper in the air,
A whisper in the air.

And if you wonder where your voice is,
It’s right beside your heart,
If you wonder who will listen,
It’s anyone who dares.

There is a whisper in the air,
A whisper in the air,
A whisper in the air.

I can hear it,
I can hear it,
I can hear it,
I can hear it...

There is a whisper in the air,
A whisper in the air,
A whisper in the air.

Chant:
T’ Goneecweeyoh – Cayuga word for “of sound mind”
Varenderen - Dutch word for “change” / Transform
Cinta – Indonesian word for “love”
Freiden – German word for “freedom”
Mengubah – Indonesian word for “change”
Zmiana – Polish word for “change”
Pokoj – German word for “peace”
Schimba – Romainian word for “change”

Cambiar – Spanish word for “change”
Promjena – Croatian word for “change”
Friour – Icelandic word for “peace”
Amoré – Italian word for “love”
Valtozas – Hungarian word for “change”
Henka – Japanese word for”change”
Rauha – Finnish word for “peace”
Amana – Arabic word for “peace”

© 2010 Hope Café Records
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Track Name: Victory
Song: VICTORY
Lyrics by: Angela and Quentin Evans

Your hands are shaking,
Heart is racing,
Hold your sightline,
Watch your breathing,
Keep your focus,
You are ready,
Make us victorious.

They are waiting,
For you to take them,
They will follow,
If you lead them,
Trust your instincts,
Be the moment,
Make us victorious.

(This is not the time to look back
This is not the time to look ahead
This is simply the time to be.

We stand in awe of those who have touched greatness
…those who have refused to remain silent.
We are today’s voice.
We are the authors of our own legacy.

Victory is not found at the end of the struggle.
It is found in the first step you take towards it.)

© 2010 Hope Café Records
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