The Cowboy Junkies present

The Kennedy Suite

 

Latent Records 2013.

 

Reid was invited to record and perform on the Kennedy Suite. A collaborative work on the subject of JFK's assassination by songwriter/school teacher Scott Garbe with Cowboy Junkies, featuring Sarah Harmer, Hawksley Workman, Skydiggers, Jason Collett, Lee Harvey Osmond, The Good Family and more. Long listed for the Polaris Music Prize.

 

Reid Jamieson performs the song TAKE HEART (Elbw Room) which is written from the perspective of a parade cop on that fateful day, one who is already having a tough day that is bound to get worse.

 

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The Kennedy Suite — V. Take Heart (Elbow Room) + 26 Seconds from The Kennedy Suite on Vimeo.

 

"Charged with protecting the President, a Dallas police officer reflects on the tragedies that he has recently experienced as he rides directly beside Jackie Kennedy in the Presidential motorcade." — Scott Garbe

(Includes footage from Reid Jamieson's stage performance on 22/11/13 at Toronto's Elgin Winter Garden Theatre (2 sold out nights). Immediately following is "26 Seconds", an audio collage by Scott Garbe and Doug Telfer based on the historic interview with Abraham Zapruder in the immediate aftermath of the assassination.)

 

ALL Words and Music by Scott Garbe SOCAN BMI

 

5. Take Heart (Elbow Room)
Performed by Reid Jamieson
Vocal and guitar: Reid Jamieson
Background Vocal: Margo Timmins
String arrangement: Henry Kucharzyk
Violin: Drew Jurecka
Cello: Amy Laing

 

 

 

 

 

 

1.
Prologue: Origami Peace Corps Mischief Makers
Performed by The Screwed and Hawksley Workman
Vocal: Hawksley Workman
Background vocals: John Borra and Scott Garbe
Guitar: Steve Koch
Bass: John Borra
Drums: Cleave Anderson
Guitar solo: Michael Timmins

 

2.
Bullet for You
Performed by The Kennedy Suite Singers
Vocals: Ivy Mairi, John Timmins, Josh Finlayson, Scott Garbe, Andy Maize, Darcy Good
Clarinets and saxophones: Darcy Hepner
Organ: Joby Baker
Acoustic guitar: Michael Timmins
Bass: Alan Anton
Drums
and percussion: Peter Timmins

 

3.
Secret Spy Decoder Ring
Performed by Harlan Pepper
Vocal and bass: Thompson Wilson
Guitar and bg vocals: Dan Edmonds
Guitar: Jimmy Hayes
Drums and bg vocals: Marlon Nicoll

 

4. The Dallas Youth Auxiliary
Performed by Jessy Bell Smith
Vocals: Jessy Bell Smith
Vocal Arrangement: Jessy Bell Smith
Bass: Alan Anton
Drums: Peter Timmins
Acoustic guitar: Michael Timmins
High string guitar and ban
jo: Josh Finlayson
Tuba: Dave Clark

 

5. Take Heart (Elbow Room)
Performed by Reid Jamieson
Vocal and guitar: Reid Jamieson
Background Vocal: Margo Timmins
String arrangement: Henry Kucharzyk
Violin: Drew Jurecka
Cello: Amy Laing

6. 26 Seconds (Historical Audio Collage)

7. Parkland
Performed by Lee Harvey Osmond
Vocals: Tom Wilson
Acoustic guitar: Josh Finlayson
Bass: Alan Anton
Drums: Peter Timmins
Electric lead and rhythm guitar
: Michael Timmins
Background Vocals: Andy Maize

8. Disintegrating
Performed by Cowboy Junkies
Vocal: Margo Timmins
Bass: Alan Anton
Drums: Peter Timmins
Electric guitar: Michael Timmins
Electric and acoustic guitar, keyboards: Josh Finlayson
Background vocal: Andy Maize.
Violin: Drew Jurecka
Cello: Amy Laing
String Arrangement: Henry Kucharzyk

 

9. When Will I Be Mine? (Ruby, Ruby)
Performed by The Good Family
Vocal: Bruce Good
Background Vocals: Margaret and Darcy Good
Piano and Bass: Dallas Good
Guitar: Josh Finlayson

 

10. Senior Prom
Performed by Doug Paisley
Vocal: Doug Paisley
Bass: Alan Anton
Drums: Peter Timmins
Guitar: Josh Finlayson
Organ and Piano: Joby Baker
Flutes: Darcy Hepner

 

11.
The Truth About Us (The Ballad of Lee and Marina)
Peformed by: The Skydiggers
Vocal: Andy Maize
Electric guitar: Josh Finlayson
Acoustic guitar and guitar solo: Michael Timmins
Bass: Alan Anton
Drums and Percusion: Peter Timmins
Organ: Joby Baker

 

12.
Arlington
Performed by Jason Collett
Vocals: Jason Collett
Bass: Alan Anton
Ueillean Pipes and Border Pipes: Ross Griffiths
Keyboards: Josh Finlayson
Drums: Noel Webb
percussion: Peter Timmins

13.
Slipstream

Performed by Martin Tielli

 

14. Reliquary
Performed by The Potion Kings
Vocal: Nick Craine
Guitar: Kevin Breit
Bass: Jeff Bird
Drums: Randall Coryell
Percussion: Howie Southwood

15. Epilogue: White Man In Decline
Performed by Sarah Harmer
Vocal and Guitar: Sarah Harmer
Background Vocals: Andy Maize, John Timmins, Ivy Mairi and Darcy Good
Electric Guitar: Josh Finlayson

 

The Kennedy Suite Lyrics
1.
Prologue: Origami Peace Corps Mischief Makers
Performed by The Screwed and Hawksley Workman
Voices of idealistic young Americans band together, questioning their country’s past in order to
chart a more visionary course into t
he New Frontier.
We’ve got our hearts made of paper
The winds of change are gonna take us
Up above the ashes and the glitter
The torch has passed and we’re purging
From the Delta to the Moon
Freedom’s raging
Roast your wienies over the joint chief’s sma
rting asses
All you Origami Peace Corps Mischief Makers
Register your vote you freedom riders
Move to the front of the bus, bind with your brother
Though they beat us, hose us down and bomb our churches
Throw us in your swamps, hang us from your trees
W
e’ll be ornaments of your cowardice, lights for more to see
Send us off to war and try to kill us
We’re still Origami Peace Corps Mischief Makers
Ask not want your country can do, ask what its done
(2x)
Come up to the dime
-
store counter, sit down and eat
March into the colleges, take any seat
If you want to put us in our place
Slash black batons across our faces
If you want to lock us out or in
You’ve gotta tie us to your cotton gin and make us!
Make us!
Make us!
Mischief Makers!
Vocal: Hawksley Workman
Background vocals: John Borra and Scott Garbe
Guitar: Steve Koch
Bass: John Borra
Drums: Cleave Anderson
Guitar solo: Michael Timmins

 

2.
Bullet for You
Performed by The Kennedy Suite Singers
As he flies toward Dallas, President Kennedy’s enemies are man
y. Six conspiratorial voices intertwine as
they await the arrival of the President into the heart of Dallas
.
I got a bullet for you
I’m on a black tar rooftop
Pigeons pickin’ bread from the palm of my hand
Pinch their beaks in my fingers
Like a trigger, b
aby
Lights out with a twist
Not so much as a coo
Unbreathing and still
Dead as a patriot
On a Cuban beach
There’ll be no air cover to save you...
I got a bullet for you
I swung a state for you, Jack
We shared a mistress
Now, every time I take a leak
I go
t you burning in me
And your brother’s like a bad rash
That keeps comin’ back
Some days I think, “Who do I whack first?”
Dear Mr. Kennedy
Up on Capitol Hill
We are a Fact Finding Committee and
My memory failed me
We only wish the truth
But it’s all coming
back at
Eighteen
-
hundred feet per second
To you
Are you a communist infiltrator?
Dictator Tito’s dancing partner?
We demand full disclosure
and a plain
-
sight, unobstructed view of your car
I,
J.F.K., this is Fidel Castro
Got a bullet for you
Operation
Mongoose is a no
-
no
‘Cause my wife just left me
Let’s go, mano y mano
For a look
-
a
-
like Kennedy
Working in a traveling show
I,
I’m just a patsy, pay no mind to me
Got a bullet for you
Bringing curtain rods to work, redecorating
If you need me I’ll be
In
the break room with a soda
In the Texas School Book Depository waiting for you...
You take the window and I’ll take the knoll
And I’ll be in the headlines before you...
The manhole, the overpass
The fire escape, the picket fence
The stairwell, the parked c
ar
The plaza, the sixth floor....
We got a bullet for you...
Vocals: Ivy Mairi, John Timmins, Josh Finlayson, Scott Garbe, Andy Maize, Darcy Good
Clarinets and saxophones: Darcy Hepner
Organ: Joby Baker
Acoustic guitar: Michael Timmins
Bass: Alan Anton
Drums
and percussion: Peter Timmins

 

3.
Secret Spy Decoder Ring
Performed by Harlan Pepper
A young paperboy, playfully lost in the Cold War swirl of imagined spies and double agents, unwittingly
witnesses Lee Oswald preparing his rifle in his neighbour’s gara
ge.
My Secret Spy Decoder Ring
Is steaming on the mantle piece
There’s subterfuge across the street
House 2515
I’m in my window well at dawn
With my x
-
ray glasses on
Peering underneath the hedge
At my walkie
-
talkie on the ledge
Of the open kitc
hen window frame
Of the trusting Mrs. Paine
She’s taken Russians in
A wife and two small kids
Marina, Rachel, June
Their smirking daddy when there’s room
And now I’m off to history
And I got a front row seat
My Secret Spy Decoder Ring
Says,
“Juni
or, follow me.
Fate is filing up her plate,
The paper route can wait.”
I let the dailies stack un
-
thrown
This mystery’s bigger than what’s known
The petty events of this world
Yellow on the drive
Until Thursday night at five
When
“O.H. Lee”
arrives
I sneak out in camouflage
And that night in the garage
A naked bulb illuminates
Sifting through the broken crates
Butcher paper in his teeth
The mousy ex
-
marine
Lifts from a blanket roll
A rifle with a scope
I caught my breath
As he clumsily d
rew the bolt action back
He was staring down the barrel right at me
Right at me!
Chased across the road
I burst into the kitchen of the cop next door
But he hardly looked up from his whisky neat, I shouted,
“Come and see!”
Break
The cop said
, “Wha
t’s that thing?
Is that a Secret Spy Decoder Ring?
Are those x
-
ray glasses hanging from your ears? Don’t you fear.
Your imagination’s wild
“Can’t say Dallas doesn’t love you...”
I almost laughed before you put your hand on my knee
To stop me,
Please
stop me
Like I couldn’t stop you
From disintegrating
The young woman you waved to
For that moment I hated you
I imagined you dead and that I was finally free
And that’s when it happened
‘Did I
will
it to happen?’
Was all I was thinking as I
Held your
head in my hands
This is a tight sleeve,
The fucking engines of this plane are shrill
My lips are bloodless
Please, stop me
Please, stop me
Like I couldn’t stop you
From disintegrating
The face of that young aid
Glancing back over LBJ’s shoulder
I hea
rd him say
, “I’ve got a sure
-
fire way to win a second term
Put a hit out on his wife
The sympathy vote would be a landslide”?
You weren’t really thinking that, were you?
Did you?
Were they killing
you
?
Or were they just missing
me
?
And if you were in my
place
Would you be...Disintegrating?
Vocal: Margo Timmins
Bass: Alan Anton
Drums: Peter Timmins
Electric guitar: Michael Timmins
Electric and acoustic guitar, keyboards: Josh Finlayson
Background vocal: Andy Maize.
Violin: Drew Jurecka
Cello: Amy Laing
Stri
ng Arrangement: Henry Kucharzyk

 

9. When Will I Be Mine? (Ruby, Ruby)
Performed by The Good Family
Small time mobster and strip club owner, Jack Ruby, contemplates killing President Kennedy’s
alleged assassin and stepping into the pages of history as his
own man.
I don’t feel like myself tonight
I feel like cryin’ all night for real
Like sirens outside my old foster home
Scratch that, it’s just the Dexedrine talkin’
And the President getting his head shot off, here in Dallas for Christ’s sake
I’m a littl
e more like a cold rock
Spinning in the outerspace
Of the black hole that his kids must be sleepin’ in
Tonight
I feel like being myself tonight
And cutting all these goddamn strings off
I’m like the goat
-
herding marionette from that Broadway Nazi musical
Getting jerked around all day by children wearing curtains for clothes
Christ, what a way to go...
Although I wouldn’t trade my dogs’ black assholes for those singin’ kids
I’d sell my soul for a handful of their nanny’s ass
But there’s no soul left to sell
I’m mortgaged to the teeth
I’m the biggest whore working in the Carousel
Ruby, Ruby
-
Ruby, Ruby
Whose dog will you be tonight?
Ruby, Ruby

Ruby, Ruby
When will I be mine?
I once ran numbers for Capone
I’ve got every cop’s home telephone
They know me. I
’m colourful! I’m a character!
So, don’t you tell me that I’m a zero
‘Cause they’re in for free drinks all the time
And that includes the fuckin’ FBI
Now give me one last
shot
As I untangle this fuckin’ mess
‘Cause nothin’s free and I’m the fuckin’ proof
Here’s to you Lee
Your smirk will soon be
Kissing my fat Jew ass goodbye
And the conspiracy
In setting us both free
Is that I will be mine...
Can’t you read
-
we’re closed
‘CAUSE THE PRESIDENT’S FUCKING DEAD!
Christ...
When will I be mine?
Vocal: Bruce Good
Background Vocals: Margaret and Darcy Good
Piano and Bass: Dallas Good
Guitar: Josh Finlayson

 

10. Senior Prom
Performed by Doug Paisley
An elderly detective is charged with the task of escorting Lee Oswald through the bristling corridors of the
Dallas
County Jail. Taking the assassin’s elbow sweeps him into a past he can no longer distinguish from
his present.
Son, you got a lot of ‘splainin’ to do
Reporters round your neck like a beard of bees
That hit man at the back, he’s got his eye on you
But I’m
the one who can take you where I please
So give me your elbow
A flash photo for the folks at home
This is just like my senior prom
The inside of your arm is soft as I lead you, Lee
Like a new
-
born Marxist colt at the county fair
You’d never know from t
hat thin
-
lipped little smirk of yours
That the icy hand of fate was between your knees
Speaking of clammy hands
It’s like I’m back in Lubbock with Mary Francis
Working to retrieve that corsage pin that fell into her blouse
And she tried to shoot me too
In a theatre just like you
And it was when I wrestled that gun away
(Just like today) that I looked into her captivating,
Mesmerizing, hypnotizing,
Texas blue
-
sky, Russian
-
defecting eyes....
My nose at the back of your neck as the elevator slows
Doors cut
in two by the axe of the TV lights
I want to tell the world what we both know is true
When that hit man from the first verse shatters you
Mouth to mouth
Your last breath in mine
Death cutting in
Like an All
-
State Lineman
Minus the blood
I could swear
I was back at my senior prom
If this ambulance were a Fairlane
And your black eye was my school ring
I would swear it was my senior prom...
Vocal: Doug Paisley
Bass: Alan Anton
Drums: Peter Timmins
Guitar: Josh Finlayson
Organ and Piano: Joby Baker
Flutes:
Darcy Hepner
11.
The Truth About Us (The Ballad of
Lee and Marina
)