Stature Of Liberty

                                                                                                When In Doubt...


New Song Looking Through The Rearview Mirror available as a free download now! 

Co-Mixed and mastered by Mark Saunders, one of my studio heroes.

Go check out his website here: https://www.marksaunders.com

Still pinching myself he accepted to help me!

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Credits and thank yous

All songs were written, played, recorded and mixed by Guillaume Landry

Extra mixing and mastering by Étienne Tremblay of la machine à mixer

some of my best friends came to help on some six string and other duties

Annick Beauvais Oboe on Sundays, Twenty, Back vocals on Twenty

Sylvain Delisle acoustic guitar on Twenty

Gabriel Lambert guitars on Growing Up, Voices and Twenty

Geneviève Nugent bass VI on Wish You Well, back vocals on Sundays

Thank you to my wife Anne, Vincent Buttiens, Martin Ruiz, friend with the biggest ears, Emmanuel Alberola, Isabelle Plante of Dark Planet Music for all the help and tips.

Thanks to all who have lent an ear throughout the process

 

Listen to Stature Of Liberty’s song Voices at Dark Planet Music on Mixcloud here: 

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Looking Through The Rearview Mirror

I sometimes wondered what it was like, to leave those islands
That last boat ride, did you ever look back?
I’m sure you were too little to remember And if otherwise, with a smile, you’d cover your tracks
So you left a life to become a man Leaving all this sorrow behind
I’m sure there was anger and pain in your heart
Looking through the rearview mirror, I see it now
Black and white souvenirs, colored in passion
For a city that had yet to build walls
As you ran across those fields, were you happy
Or were looking for happiness, after all Just like on a bus time picks you up
And takes you for a ride
Till the day you’ve had enough
You look back, get off, and wave goodbye
What will you leave behind
as you look in the rearview mirror
Did you seem to find
A love that will last for ever
As the gospel has painted you on so many walls
What will we remember?
Your body left ashore like an empty shell The sea taking back what it once gave The undertow slowly embracing you in it’s veil
Your blue eyes closing to their final sail Just like on a bus time picks you up
And takes you for a ride
Till the day you’ve had enough
You look back, get off, and wave goodbye

 
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Sundays

Was standing at the window

One gray December morning 

My breath quickly fogged the glass 

Couldn’t fully distinguish 

But  You seemed to walk away

As if you weren’t coming back

One thousand times foreseen foot steps          

At the pace of an unforgiving heart 

Was standing at the window  

looking the other way 

As the fog slowly became crystal

From staring at your fading silhouette 

Young lovers and a  stroller

Could barely make their way

Through the now snowy streets

How I wish it wasn’t Sunday

Was staring in the window

Diving in my sinking eyes

Facing what looked like a pale shadow

But no one at my side

See through all these years

I never quite got to know

Who i am, had become         

The light of you like a blinding halo 

I was blowing to the window   

Having it become a frozen garden

Making sure all that it showed

Couldn’t come through anymore

Shutting down a cold heart

I make my nails scratch  through

The fog of yet another Sunday

How I wish you'll never go away 

Ever since I was a kid

I used to wonder

why the fuck every Sunday evening

Needed to be like this

I used to whistle at the window

To try and understand

What the world would make me undergo

If today, outside I went

And behind the glass somewhat lonely

I was standing still in discomfort 

Hold your breath


Ever since I was a kid

I used to wonder

why the fuck every Sunday evening

Needed to be like this

 
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Friends

Artist Eric Baptizat

Teens filled with muted dreams

That Your smile made possible

Shattered boy in search of new

Opened my eyes to let them through

Sometimes sad were the dreams

How I wish words were made easy

Blinded boy in search of you

Closed my eyes to not follow through

It sometimes hurt so hard

Many times I cried alone

Wish We hadn’t torn us apart

But life had a few twists it hadn’t shone

Mais tu sais bien que je serai toujours ici

Et si là-bas je n’y suis pas, toujours au fond de nos têtes on s’y retrouvera

Young Adults filled with questions

Around me, so many awkward mouths smiled

Shattered toys in search of old 

When new lips tried to erase the memory of you 

Mais tu sais bien que je serai toujours là

Et si ici je ne suis pas, toujours au fond de nos têtes on s’y retrouvera

It’s been so hard to live without you

Next to me, close to we

I’ve been so far, away and back

Conquering empty dreams

Adults filled with dreams

Your smile making it complete

The then shattered boy broke through 

Became a man lucky to still have you

It’s been so hard to live without you

Next to me, close to we

I’ve been so far, away and back

Conquering empty dreams

 
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Stained

Artist Jonathan Charland

Just let us die peacefully 

Without a word or an excuse

A white flag keeps waving

We deserve that truce

Let us fade silently 

What more have we got to prove

Clap your hands and follow me    

We lost all we had to lose

Let us die suddenly

Without saying a long goodbye 

And break that bond that suffocates

Both of us inside

Let us cry happily 

the car windows rolled down

As little pearls we shall become

The person each of us found

Let us live honestly

The life we have broken for years

Everyday then tomorrow 

Shall we leave behind old tears

Let’s all laugh finally

At this unforgiving pressure

To justify unwillingly 

The lack of simple pleasures 

Both waiting for one of us to pull the trigger

A little tear on my skull

Under requests to change

So tired to yell and brawl

Words held back with disdain

Torn treasures inside my skull

Under a sea of rage

So tired to wail and fall

My heart feels slain 

Away from one another

Some love pertains

Won’t erase the memories

All this wasn’t in vain

And while I still love bits of you

So many pieces are stained

 
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Wish You Well

Artist Alexandre Aubertin

A mid-April Monday 

Another work morning like many

Sitting in a room full of people 

By his boss he had to be seen


Wasn’t sure of what to expect

Why at this time and so abruptly


As he now sat in a different room

Three pairs of eyes staring with scrutiny


They had come with a message, without a smile

That was to put his life upside down


Back home sitting securely on his couch

The walls around him just like a prison 

Contemplating emptiness in disbelief

Had yet to know what he was becoming

Digging and clawing at his mind 

Inspecting anything that he could find

Now labeled as the worst this planet has to offer

Lies tried to be shoved down his throat

As those images and sentences were pulling him deeper

Dignity was all he had left to help him float

Sitting on the couch of the living room

His lips sealed to protect so many from shame

Left alone, beaten up and bruised

On his mind, the scars will never leave him the same


You almost had me to my knees

Made loved ones doubt and fear me

I’m sure you’ve endured so much already

During this short span of time on this planet

How have you become so angry

Hope one day you get to shine like a comet

I want to wish you well

Even if it pains me more than everything

Hope you’ll escape the hell

You’ve been through, if anything

 
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Growing Up

Artist Yves Landry

You know these great people on which we pray

Just like them, I’d sometimes like to be

We hear they change the world most of the days 

I tried to change myself, couldn’t quite reach


I saw your eyes grow up

Sometimes I saw them looking down


You know all those books we used to read

Together dreaming elsewhere we could be


I saw your eyes grow up

Now looking at the sky over me


Modeled myself in a role 

In a story that was untold 

In vain

My hero’s cape has a hole

Sometimes stopped me from being there Everyday

All these people living to be seen

Just like them I pray you’ll never be

I saw your minds grow up

I hope you reach your dreams before me


Modeled myself in a role

In a story that was untold

In vain

My hero’s cape has a hole

Sometimes stopped me from being there Everyday


I love you so much the same

I sometimes hide how proud I am

I have done my best most days

Beautiful humans you’ve made

A role model I hoped I could be 

But I’m sure you’ll make it without me

Reach as far as your heart can feel

Remember even super heroes have bad weeks

 
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Voices

Artist Fuser

Is it a whisper you are hearing

Those voices seem to crawl inside your head

Invading the space left, taking control

When you're so right but no one else can know

So I've noticed you've been gone for a while

Left the conversation, yet standing there

As empty words made my lips move

You seemed to be staring at the truth

and you said

I was talking to the trees

Please don't hold me back

My mind is like a kite

Let me drift away

I just know I'll be ok

Is it a whisper you are hearing

Those voices seem to crawl inside your head, again

Invading the space left, taking control

When you're so right but no one else can know

And you said

I was just reading your mind

The storms at times they stay

When lightning strikes please keep away

Won't hurt you anyways

I just want to reach the sun don't be afraid

Don't be afraid...

 
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Twenty

One winter evening, waiting on St-Denis

Was getting anxious and hesitant to meet

Inside my head, many reasons to flee

When I saw your face, just had to go see

Had that feeling you were so special

As the evening faded, to become night

I was still on the fence, looking away

Kidnapped me in your car, I lost sight 

Since then, we’ve never parted ways


This book we’ve been putting together

We haven’t really discussed the bindings

Words landing on one another

Sentences shuffled by the wind

This story we’re writing it together

One chapter to the other changing

Drawing images we’ll both remember 

Even if they leave us crying

Even if they leave us crying

If twenty is a number that amounts to nothing

Then all these adventures we had from fall to spring

Have yet to conclude this ongoing fling

Hope « I love you » are the last words I’ll say dying

We’ve travelled many seas together

Through thick and thin

Many suns and moons have shined 

On our aging skins

Young at heart however

A saviour you’ve been

Your beauty still has me blinded

From the outside in.

From the outside in


If twenty’s a number that amounts to nothing

Then all these aventures we had from fall to spring

Have yet to conclude this ongoing fling

Hope « I love you » are the last words I’ll say dying


Stay with me for a while 

Another twenty years

And maybe twenty more

Time with you just flies by 

I never would’ve wanted 

To live this with somebody else

 

The images on the sounds

As I was thinking of the concept to add beauty to my songs, I came across some doodles my friend Eric Baptizat was doing on a loosely daily basis on Instagram. Looking at those simple, yet powerful images made me want to have pictural artists give their take on what they heard in my songs. I also wanted to have the chance to diffuse more beauty to this world by bringing together artists I admire for the many quirky little ways they see everyday life.

 
 
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