Horns Of Hope

by Aimee-Jo Benoit

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1.
Barefoot 04:03
When the sun goes down here The darkness falls A blanket of winter Leaves no light at all You search for shelter To calm the storm Shaking with an instinct Just to stay warm I’d walk through the snow barefoot If you’d open up your door I’d walk through the snow barefoot You hear the howling Of dogs and wind Stirring up the secrets that are frozen within The ice will haunt you It lays so deep Locking up inside you The dreams that you keep But I’d walk through the snow barefoot if you’d open up your door I’d walk through the snow barefoot I’d walk through the snow barefoot If you’d open up your door I’d walk through the snow barefoot AHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO AHOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO I’d walk through the snow barefoot if you’d open up your door I’d walk through the snow barefoot I’d walk through the snow barefoot if you’d open up your door I’d walk through the snow barefoot I’d walk through the snow barefoot if you’d open up your door Oh, I’d walk
2.
Like a bird on the wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free Like a worm on a hook Like a knight from some old-fashioned book I have saved all my ribbons for thee If I, if I have been unkind I hope that you can just let it go by If I, if I have been untrue I hope you know it was never to you For like a baby, stillborn Like a beast with his horn I have torn everyone who reached out for me But I swear by this song And by all that I have done wrong I will make it all up to thee I saw a beggar leaning on his wooden crutch He said to me, "you must not ask for so much" And a pretty woman leaning in her darkened door She cried to me, "hey, why not ask for more?" Oh, like a bird on the wire Like a drunk in a midnight choir I have tried in my way to be free
3.
Calling it quits You think this is easy I swear I heard you call in the jury Call it a catch, Without any strings attached I’m looking for A soft place to land The forest floor The palms of your hands I’m looking for A soft place to land Call it an ace, You gotta believe me But you're calling me names And not to my face But you’re calling my spade a bluff Without calling it love I’m looking for A soft place to land The forest floor The palms of your hands I’m looking for A soft place to land. OOOOHHHHHHH OOOOHHHHHHH OOOOHHHHHHH Call me in the night I don't I don’t I can’t sleep Call me in the day In my car On my way Call me by my name All I want is to hear you say I’m looking for A soft place to land The forest floor The palms of your hands I’m looking for A soft place to land The forest floor The palms of your hands of your hands of your hands
4.
Little Green 04:30
Born with the moon in Cancer Choose her a name she will answer to Call her Green, and the winters cannot fade her Call her Green for the children who've made her Little Green, be a gypsy dancer He went to California Hearing that everything's warmer there So you write him a letter and say "Her eyes are blue" He sends you a poem and she's lost to you Little Green, hе's a non-conformer Just a little Green Like thе color when the spring is born There'll be crocuses to bring to school tomorrow Just a little Green Like the nights when the Northern lights perform There'll be icicles and birthday clothes And sometimes there'll be sorrow Child with a child pretending Weary of lies you are sending home So you sign all the papers in the family name You're sad and you're sorry, but you're not ashamed Little Green, have a happy ending Just a little Green Like the color when the spring is born There'll be crocuses to bring to school tomorrow Just a little Green Like the nights when the Northern lights perform There'll be icicles and birthday clothes And sometimes there'll be sorrow
5.
Betsy's blue she says, "Tell me something good!" You know I'd help her out if I only could Oh but sometimes the light Can be so hard to find At least the moon at the window the thieves left that behind People don't know how to love They taste it and toss it Turn it off and on Like a bathtub Faucet, OH Sometimes the light Can be so hard to find At least the moon at the window The thieves left that behind I wish her heart I know these battles Deep in the dark When the spooks of memories rattle Ghosts of the future Phantoms of the past Rattle rattle rattle In the spoon and the glass Is it possible to learn How to care and yet not care Since love has two faces Hope and despair And pleasure always turns to Fear I find At least the moon at the window The thieves left that behind At least they left the moon Behind the blind At least they left the moon behind the blind Moon at the window
6.
The streets are cracked And there's glass everywhere And a baby stares out With motherless eyes Under long gone beauty On fields of war Trapped in lament To the poet's core Oh, where Oh, where will I be? Oh, where? Oh, when that trumpets sounds Met an Indian boy in Ottawa He laid me down on a bed of straw Said don't waste your breath Don't waste your heart Don't blister your heels Running in the dark Oh, where Oh, where will I be? Oh where? Oh, when that trumpets sounds Yeah, I like the heat Of your body laying under me May your wild lip Get you where you're going With your inventions Your intentions Your laughter big breathe Your forever yearning Oh, where Oh, where will I be? Oh, where? Oh, when that trumpets sounds I walked to the river And I walked to the rim I walked to the teeth Of the reaper's grin I walked to you Rolled up in wire To the other side of desire Oh, where Oh, where will I be? Oh where? Oh, when that trumpets sounds Oh, where? Oh, where? Oh, where? When that trumpet sounds Oh, where? Keep energy Oh, where? Oh, when that trumpet sounds Well, the heart opens wide Like it's never seen love And addiction stays on tight like a glove Oh, where Oh, where will I be?
7.
Are there no blinders? On lights that blare. White noise. On the eyes. From gas station lots And reflected ice glare So that I can walk home By moonlight Alone Well can we go up to where the wind howls And stand and lean against the trees? They’ve grown up so tall that you can’t see the house It’s a fortress now, but you know how it used to be. I could lie to myself And say i like it But i would love it, if you were here These words on paper smell like you Associated in random thought On my lips the words turn blue Evanescent, feeling lost. I could lie to myself and say I like it. But I would love it if you were here I’m just sick for myself Because I know you’re clear. But I would love it if you were here. I can just see you show me your gardens I thought you’d grow roses and grapes on low vines I wanted to you know you when we were both older I thought there’d be more of those wonderful times I could lie to myself and say I like it. But I would love it if you were here I’m just sick for myself Because I know you’re clear. But I would love it if you were here. You were here Yes You Were Yes You Were
8.
Free 03:30
Electric skies Turn to pastel nights Driving home Going slow Should I go? Where? I don’t know I could wander Through the clouds If I was free. If I was free Oh, If I was free. Passing cars and grains of wheat Could I be a raindrop that Falls into the happiest of Falls into the happiest of Cups I can’t believe where I have been I can’t believe where I am going Gone.

about

When the world stopped, our family’s identity was stripped away overnight, we were no longer who we thought we were. We embarked on a journey of wearing different skins, playing different roles, feeling generally out of place. These skins led me down a path I never thought possible, surrounded by warm hands, life and death.

What began as a project with a vastly different direction, Horns of Hope was born out of a need for a simple, uncomplicated gathering of friends that materialised in eight beautiful, heartbreaking, and hopeful songs. There was a sense of urgency in comparison to BORJONER which took nearly a decade to complete. Horns of Hope happened in a period of months – imagined in coffee shops and texts between myself and Carsten, it came to life in what seemed like only a few conversations.

The title “Horns of Hope” was brought on when I was contemplating the philosophical phrase, “the horns of the dilemma”, which is the choice between two things, and neither of them are desirable. The pandemic felt this way to me, for I could choose myself and my own freedoms or rights, or I could choose the rights and freedoms of others, keeping myself secluded and masked. This made me hopeless for a time. However, Hope exists in duality, for we cannot be hopeful without the existence of struggle, pain, and loss. We must accept the duality of our existence, be present in it when possible, and listen for the signs. To be in society, we must see the dualities of light and dark, hope and fear.

Why these songs? It’s both uncomfortable and important for me to say that I had specific moments, people, and experiences attached to each song on this album. It’s incredibly private and utterly public. I will most likely never mention to those people that it’s about them, but they might infer it.

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released March 29, 2024

Aimee-Jo Benoit – Vocals
Carsten Rubeling – Trombone
Mark DeJong – Tenor Saxophone, Bass Clarinet
Andre Wickenheiser – Trumpet
Daniel Gaucher – Drums
Mark Limacher – Piano, Rhodes
Jon Wielebnowski – Upright Bass, Electric Bass

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Aimee-Jo Benoit Calgary, Alberta

Calgary musician Aimee-Jo Benoit is celebrated for her distinctive vocal style, articulate diction, and expressive phrasing. She passionately showcases Canadian songwriters in her performances, blending classic standards with contemporary hits in a fresh style. Her work honors the Jazz tradition of reinventing the repertoire. ... more

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