Loren’s debut release of eleven original songs and one cover (Joni Mitchell's "River"), Full Circle, was released in 2006.
Her sophomore album, They Oughta Write a Song (2008), brought to light her life-long love of jazz standards, and subsequently won a national independent music award for best vocal jazz album, and soon after received distribution in Asia by JVC/Victor Entertainment and in North America by Justin Time Records.
Her holiday album with pianist Matt Treder, Many Times, Many Ways: a Holiday Collection, also recorded in 2008, was first released in limited edition, then followed with worldwide distribution in 2011.
Her fourth CD, the live album Stages (2010), was met with critical praise, including being named as an Editor’s Pick at CD Baby and “best live album of the year” at Wildy’s World.
After Dark followed in 2010, with the Loren original Thirsty winning the Independent Music Awards’ Vox Pop poll for best jazz song of the year.
The concoction of jazz standards, re-imagined pop classics, and originals that made up 2012’s Heart First was honored by Japan’s Jazz Critique magazine as the "best vocal jazz album of 2011". Fly Me to the Moon, a bonus track, spent three weeks at No. 1 on the iTunes Japan jazz chart. It was among the top 10 jazz CDs in Hot New Releases at Amazon in the U.S. and Canada, and reached No. 1 on the iTunes Canada jazz albums chart.
For the past three years she has traveled the world with the members of her original band, including Canada, across the U.S., Japan, Italy, China, Hong Kong, and South Korea, and include big band/symphonic performances with the Jazz Orchestra of Sicily, the Corvallis-OSU Symphony Orchestra in Oregon, and the Monroe Symphony in Louisiana.
The year 2013 brought Halie Loren’s Simply Love, with three new originals and ten re-imagined classics from contrasting eras of the American songbook. It rose to the top of the Japan charts in pop and jazz even before its June release date, and claimed No. 1 in its first week and by its third week, climbed to No. 1 spot on Billboard Jazz / Japan. Singles included the string-infused original Cuando Bailamos, Carole King’s 1974 B-side hit I Feel the Earth Move, and the title track, which Loren co-wrote with Benita Hill.
Simply Love was released in the U.S. and Canada by Justin Time Records on Sept. 10, 2013, entering iTunes Canada as #1 jazz album. She and her band are touring the US and other parts of the world in support of the album.
Waters of March
Halie Loren Lyrics
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It's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone,
It's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun,
It is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun.
The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush,
The nod of the wood, the song of a thrush,
The wood of the wing, a cliff, a fall,
A scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all.
It's a bean, it's a void, it's a hunch, it's a hope.
And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March,
It's the end of the strain, it's the joy in your heart.
The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone,
The beat of the road, a sling-shot stone,
A truckload of bricks in the soft morning light,
The shot of a gun in the dead of the night.
A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump,
It's a girl, it's a rhyme, it's a cold, it's the mumps.
The plan of the house, the body in bed,
And the car that got stuck, it's the mud, it's the mud.
Afloat, adrift, a flight, a wing,
A cock, a quail, the promise of spring.
And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March,
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart.
A point, a grain, a bee, a bite,
A blink, a buzzard, a sudden stroke of night,
A pin, a needle, a sting, a pain,
A snail, a riddle, a wasp, a stain.
A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe,
A fish, a flash, a silvery glow.
And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March,
It's the promise of life in your heart, in your heart.
A stick, a stone, the end of the load,
The rest of a stump, a lonesome road.
A sliver of glass, a life, the sun,
A night, a death, the end of the run.
And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March,
It's the end of all strain, it's the joy in your heart.
The lyrics of Halie Loren's song "Waters of March" describe a series of seemingly random objects and experiences that all represent different aspects of life. Some of the objects are positive, such as "the nod of the wood" and "the promise of spring," while others are negative, such as "a scratch, a lump" and "a trap, it's a gun." The song notes that life is full of both joy and sorrow ("it's the end of the strain, it's the joy in your heart") and that death comes at the end of the road for us all ("it is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun").
Line by Line Meaning
A stick, a stone, it's the end of the road,
The end of a journey, represented by the objects on the ground.
It's the rest of a stump, it's a little alone,
The remaining piece of a cut tree, positioned in isolation.
It's a sliver of glass, it is life, it's the sun,
A small, shining piece of fragile matter, representing existence and brightness.
It is night, it is death, it's a trap, it's a gun.
The darkness of mortality and danger, symbolized by a snare and a firearm.
The oak when it blooms, a fox in the brush,
The blossoming tree and a wild animal hiding in the foliage.
The nod of the wood, the song of a thrush,
The motion of trees and the singing of a bird.
The wood of the wing, a cliff, a fall,
The material of flight, a steep drop.
A scratch, a lump, it is nothing at all.
A minor abrasion or swelling that is ultimately insignificant.
It's the wind blowing free, it's the end of a slope,
A breeze moving unhampered, the conclusion of an incline.
It's a bean, it's a void, it's a hunch, it's a hope.
A small seed, a space of emptiness, an instinctive feeling, an optimistic aspiration.
And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March,
The land beside the water refers to the seasonal rains.
It's the end of the strain, it's the joy in your heart.
The relief and happiness that accompanies the departure of winter.
The foot, the ground, the flesh and the bone,
The anatomy of the body interacting with the earth.
The beat of the road, a sling-shot stone,
The rhythm of travel, and a small weapon used for fun.
A truckload of bricks in the soft morning light,
A large vehicle transporting building materials during the calm hours of dawn.
The shot of a gun in the dead of the night.
The sound of gunfire in the silence of darkness.
A mile, a must, a thrust, a bump,
A long distance, an obligation or necessity, a forceful action, a jolt.
It's a girl, it's a rhyme, it's a cold, it's the mumps.
A female human, a poetic construct, an illness with symptoms of chill or swollen glands.
The plan of the house, the body in bed,
The scheme for a dwelling, and a person resting within it.
And the car that got stuck, it's the mud, it's the mud.
The automobile that is immobilized in the dirt.
Afloat, adrift, a flight, a wing,
Being on water without connection, floating freely, a journey supported by the air, the feathers used for flying.
A cock, a quail, the promise of spring.
A rooster, a small game bird, the expectation of the coming season.
And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March,
Again, the waterway banks mention the rains of March.
It's the promise of life, it's the joy in your heart.
The hope and happiness brought on by the fresh beginning of the new season.
A point, a grain, a bee, a bite,
A tiny spot, a small unit, an insect that pollinates, the sting of an animal.
A blink, a buzzard, a sudden stroke of night,
The rapid closing of an eye, a bird of prey, a sudden moment of darkness.
A pin, a needle, a sting, a pain,
Tools for sewing, a prick, a feeling of discomfort.
A snail, a riddle, a wasp, a stain.
A slow-moving animal with a shell, a challenging question, a flying insect that can sting, a mark left by something.
A snake, a stick, it is John, it is Joe,
A slithering reptile, a branch from a tree, any ordinary person.
A fish, a flash, a silvery glow.
A swimming creature, a sudden burst of light, a sparkly appearance.
And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March,
The riverbanks once again speak of March's rains.
It's the promise of life in your heart, in your heart.
The guarantee of vitality that fills your inner being.
A stick, a stone, the end of the load,
The end of a physical burden, expressed through these simple items.
The rest of a stump, a lonesome road.
The leftover part of a cut-down tree, and a route of isolation.
A sliver of glass, a life, the sun,
A fragment of a mirror, a representation of vitality and light.
A night, a death, the end of the run.
The darkness of the night, the final stage of existence.
And the riverbank talks of the Waters of March,
Once more, the riverbank mentions the rains that come in March.
It's the end of all strain, it's the joy in your heart.
The relief of tension and the pleasure in the heart that signal the arrival of spring.
Writer(s): ANTONIO CARLOS JOBIM
Contributed by Kylie Y. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
@marshagarate5318
A STICK A STONE
IT’S THE END OF THE ROAD
IT’S FEELING ALONE
IT’S A WAY OF YOUR OWN
IT’S A SLIVER OF GLASS
IT’S LIFE IT’S THE SUN
IT’S NIGHT IT’S DEATH
IT’S A KNIFE IT’S A GUN
THE FLOWER THAT BLOOM
THE FOX AND THE BRUSH
A NIGHT IN THE WOOD
AS THE SONG OF THE THRUSH
MISTERY OF LIFE
THE STEPS OF THE HOUSE
THE SOUND OF THE WIND
AND THE WATERFALLS
IT’S THE MOON FLOATING FREE
AS THE CURVE OF THIS SLOPE
IT’S AN ANT IT’S A BEE
IT’S A REASON FOR HOPE
AND THE RIVER THAT SINGS OF THE WATERS OF MARCH
IT’S THE PROMISE OF SPRING
IT’S THE JOY IN YOUR HEART
É o pé, é o chão, é a marcha estradeira
Passarinho na mão, pedra de a tiradeira
É uma ave no céu, é uma ave no chão
É um regato, é uma fonte, é um pedaço de pão
É o fundo do poço, é o fim do caminho
No rosto um desgosto,
é um pouco sozinho
A SPEAR A SPIKE
A POINT A NAIL
IT’S A DRIP IT’S A DROP
IT’S THE END OF THE DAY
AS YOU DO WANT TO LIVE
IN THE MORNING LIGHT
A SHOT OF THE GUN
IN THE DEAD OF THE NIGHT
A MILE A MUST
A THRUST A BUMP
IT’S A WILL TO SURVIVE
IT’S A JOB ITS A JUMP
THE BLUE PRINT OF THE HOUSE
A BODY IN BED
A CAR STUCK IN THE MUD
IT’S THE MUD IT’S THE MUD
A FISH A FLASH
A WISH AND WING
IT’S A HAWK IT’S A DOVE
IT’S THE PROMISE OF SPRING
AND THE RIVER THAT SINGS OF THE WATERS OF MARCH
IT’S THE END OF THE SPEAR
IT’S THE JOY IN YOUR HEART
INSTRUMENTAL:
É pau, é pedra, é o fim do caminho
É um resto de toco, é um pouco sozinho
É uma cobra, é um pau, é João, é José
É um espinho na mão, é um corte no pé
São as águas de março fechando o verão
É a promessa de vida no teu coração
A STICK A STONE
IT’S THE END OF THE ROAD
THE STUMP OF A TREE
IT’S A FROG IT’S A TOAD
A SIGH OF BREATH
A WALK AROUND
LIFE OR DEATH
IT’S THE RAY OF THE SUN
AND THE RIVER THAT SINGS OF THE WATERS OF MARCH
IT’S A PROMISE OF LIFE
IT’S THE JOY IN YOUR HEART
São as águas de março fechando o verão
É a promessa de vida no teu coração
É pau, é pedra, é o fim do caminho
É um resto de toco, é um pouco sozinho
É pau, é pedra, é o fim do caminho
É um resto de toco, é um pouco sozinho
São as águas de março
@bepsyduke2697
A stick, a stone,
It's the end of the road,
It's the rest of a stump,
It's a little alone
It's a sliver of glass,
It is life, it's the sun,
It is night, it is death,
It's a trap, it's a gun
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@paulinevanguardia373
É o pau, é a pedra, é o fim do caminho
É um resto de toco, é um pouco sozinho
É um caco de vidro, é a vida, é o sol
É a noite, é a morte, é um laço, é o anzol
É peroba no campo, é o nó da madeira
Caingá candeia, é o matita-pereira
É madeira de vento, tombo da ribanceira
É o mistério profundo, é o queira ou não queira
É o vento vetando, é o fim da ladeira
É a viga, é o vão, festa da ciumeira
É a chuva chovendo, é conversa ribeira
Das águas de março, é o fim da canseira
É o pé, é o chão, é a marcha estradeira
Passarinho na mão, pedra de a tiradeira
É uma ave no céu, é uma ave no chão
É um regato, é uma fonte, é um pedaço de pão
É o fundo do poço, é o fim do caminho
No rosto um desgosto, é um pouco sozinho
É um estepe, é um prego, é uma conta, é um conto
É um pingo pingando, é uma conta, é um ponto
É um peixe, é um gesto, é uma prata brilhando
É a luz da manha, é o tijolo chegando
É a lenha, é o dia, é o fim da picada
É a garrafa de cana, o estilhaço na estrada
É o projeto da casa, é o corpo na cama
É o carro enguiçado, é a lama, é a lama
É um passo, é uma ponte, é um sapo, é uma rã
É um resto de mato na luz da manhã
São as águas de março fechando o verão
É a promessa de vida no teu coração
É uma cobra, é um pau, é João, é José
É um espinho na mão, é um corte no pé
São as águas de março fechando o verão
É a promessa de vida no teu coração
É pau, é pedra, é o fim do caminho
É um resto de toco, é um pouco sozinho
É um passo, é uma ponte, é um sapo, é uma rã
É um belo horizonte, é uma febre terça
São as águas de março fechando o verão
É a promessa de vida no teu coração
@dirkwest6378
So beautiful. Makes me cry.
@markharris4539
Great version of a great song!!
@Aqualastic
What a romantic beauty! I'd spent my whole life savings just to watch her sing in person.
@rodrigobrizuela8918
Hace 10 años escucho esta genial interpretación, es simplemente fantástica, felicidades!!
@mariaamparorubioortigosa1315
Una Preciosidad de Voz. Y una Versión estupenda.
@ceejay025
I was listening to random classic and this pops up! Never heard! But I’m downloading this beautiful music! I mean what a Voice!!!!
@juanangelhernandezquiroz3630
De lo mejor que me han recomendado. Saludos. 👍
@rosemarykean510
Great to hear this in both Portugese and English. Thanks for the lyrics in both languages as well!
@thierrywaleffe8191
what a voice ! great surprise when I discovered this woman. All what I like !
@Mirka_1505
Śliczna interpretacja, uroczy głos....nutki fortepianowe jak kropelki igrającej wody....🍒..Lovely ...Thank you...