Angus and Maggie Go To Maine (Remix)

Newfoundland folk, Maine Acadian, French-Canadian traditional

ANGUS AND MAGGIE GO TO MAINE

[INTRO — Newfoundland kitchen party: mandolin, fiddle, accordion, guitar, upright bass, bodhrán]

[Verse 1]
Maggie's sister called from Maine,
Said her wedding date was set.
Maggie booked herself a room,
Then read the invitation: PLUS ONE.
She called Mary, Sue and Kathleen,
Joe had plans, Theresa too.
Harry said he'd love to—
“Actually, fuck you.”
She worked through half of St. John's
Till one name stood alone.

[STOP]
“ANGUS.”
She stared down at her phone.
“Fuck.”

[Verse 2]
Angus answered, “Hello?”
Maggie said, “I need a date.”
He paused. “Are ye dying?”
“No.”
“Drunk?”
“No.”
“Lose a bet?”
“Do ye want to go to Maine or not?”
“Who else did ye call?”
“Everybody.”
“Everybody?”
“Everybody.”
“Jesus Christ, Maggie.”

[Chorus]
He was Maggie's last resort,
Last name left to try,
Last man she'd take to a wedding
Without quite knowing why.
Her sister needed celebrating,
Maggie needed someone there.
She wasn't getting soft.
Fuck off.
She just needed a plus-one there.

[MANDOLIN TURNAROUND]

[Verse 3]
Before they crossed the border
Maggie laid the rules down flat:
“No livestock, wakes or monsters,
No fuckin' foolishness.”
“No fixing cars?”
“Especially dat.”
“No challenging musicians?”
“Angus.”
“What if dey challenges me?”
“Just bring yer fuckin' suit.”
He packed his battered A-2.
She spotted the mandolin case.
“Do I even wanna know?”
“Probably not.”

[Verse 4 — Acadian accordion joins fiddle]
The wedding went off beautiful,
The speeches short and sweet.
The local band struck up a tune;
Angus stopped mid-drink.
Fiddle sounded almost like home,
But turned another way.
Accordion curled around the tune
Like distant kin might play.
Then the singer took a breath—
And started turlutte.

[TURLUTTE SOLO — FEMALE, authentic Acadian rhythmic mouth music, rapid nonlexical syllables, fiddle-like ornaments, no spoken words]
Tam-ti-del-am, did-el-am!
Tam-ti-del-am, turlu-tutu-tam!
Chon-di-li-lil-am, chon-di-li-lil-am!
Ta-ra-ta-ta, di-del-am-dum!

[STOP — SPOKEN]
“What t' fuck is she doing?”
“Singing.”
“She ain't got any fuckin' words!”

[TURLUTTE ANSWERS FIDDLE]

Angus listened, then grinned.
“Well fuck me. Dat works.”

[Chorus — mandolin, fiddle, accordion]
Different roads from older songs
Had brought them all to Maine.
Same old bones beneath the tune,
But nothing quite the same.
Fiddle spoke another dialect,
Accordion made room.
Angus wasn't talking now;
He was listening to the tune.
Maggie caught herself a-smiling.
She wasn't getting soft.
Fuck off.

[Verse 5]
At break a fiddler noticed
The calluses on Angus's hand.
“You play?”
“Mandolin.”
“Any good?”
“Passable.”
Maggie muttered, “Oh fuck. Here we go.”
“You bring it?”
Angus pointed at his case.
“Go get it.”
Maggie drained her glass.
“Here we fuckin' go.”

[SIT-IN — Newfoundland mandolin triplets and cuts; Acadian fiddle responds]

Angus tried a Newfoundland turn;
The fiddle sent it back,
Bent a little differently
But never lost the track.
Angus threw another phrase;
The singer answered in turlutte.

[TURLUTTE–MANDOLIN CALL AND RESPONSE — FEMALE VOCABLES mimic mandolin rhythm]

[MANDOLIN RIFF]
Tam-ti-del-am, did-el-am!
[MANDOLIN RIFF — VARIATION]
Tam-ti-del-am, did-el-am!
Turlu-tutu! Ta-ra-ta-tam!

[STOP — SPOKEN]
“Did ye just fuckin' sing me riff?”
She grinned and did it twice.

[TURLUTTE SOLO — quick ornamental variations]
Ti-di-lam, ta-di-lam, turlu-tam!
Tiri-li-lam, diddle-am, ta-tam!

Angus laughed and answered;
She turlutted it again.
Three ways of saying something
Everybody understood.

[Chorus — dance groove]
Different roads from older songs
Had brought them back around.
Newfoundland met Acadian
On common musical ground.
Turlutte chased the mandolin,
Fiddle chased them both.
Nobody had to win a thing;
They already knew the joke.

[Verse 6]
“Mandolin all that you play?”
[HARD STOP]
Angus looked at Maggie
With puppy-dog eyes opened wide.
She groaned. “Oh fuck me.”
“But Maggie, people might notice us doin' dat.”

[LONG BEAT]
Maggie glared. Angus grinned.
“OKAY! YOU FUCKIN' WIN!”
“Win what?”
“Whatever ye're about to ask!”
He held his hand toward her.
“Dance wit' me.”

[BEAT]
“Oh.”

[Final Chorus — fiddle, accordion, mandolin, turlutte]
So Maggie danced with Angus
At her sister's wedding night.
Fiddle talked to mandolin,
And everything felt right.
Different roads and different shores,
But family underneath.
Maggie let him spin her once,
Then twice. Then maybe three.
She wasn't getting soft.
Never had. Never would.
Not on a double fuckin' dare.
She was dancing at a wedding.
People do that. Fuck off.

[Outro — turlutte and mandolin trade, then stop]
[TURLUTTE SOLO — FEMALE, authentic Acadian rhythmic mouth music, rapid nonlexical syllables, fiddle-like ornaments, no spoken words]
Tam-ti-del-am, did-el-am!
Tam-ti-del-am, turlu-tutu-tam!
Chon-di-li-lil-am, chon-di-li-lil-am!
Ta-ra-ta-ta, di-del-am-dum!Tam-ti-del-am, did-el-am!
Tam-ti-del-am, turlu-tutu-tam!
Chon-di-li-lil-am, chon-di-li-lil-am!
Ta-ra-ta-ta, di-del-am-dum!

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ANGUS AND MAGGIE GO TO MAINE [INTRO — Newfoundland kitchen party: mandolin, fiddle, accordion, guitar, upright bass, bodhrán] [Verse 1] Maggie's sister called from Maine, Said her wedding date was set. Maggie booked herself a room, Then read the invitation: PLUS ONE. She called Mary, Sue and Kathleen, Joe had plans, Theresa too. Harry said he'd love to— “Actually, fuck you.” She worked through half of St. John's Till one name stood alone. [STOP] “ANGUS.” She stared down at her phone. “Fuck.” [Verse 2] Angus answered, “Hello?” Maggie said, “I need a date.” He paused. “Are ye dying?” “No.” “Drunk?” “No.” “Lose a bet?” “Do ye want to go to Maine or not?” “Who else did ye call?” “Everybody.” “Everybody?” “Everybody.” “Jesus Christ, Maggie.” [Chorus] He was Maggie's last resort, Last name left to try, Last man she'd take to a wedding Without quite knowing why. Her sister needed celebrating, Maggie needed someone there. She wasn't getting soft. Fuck off. She just needed a plus-one there. [MANDOLIN TURNAROUND] [Verse 3] Before they crossed the border Maggie laid the rules down flat: “No livestock, wakes or monsters, No fuckin' foolishness.” “No fixing cars?” “Especially dat.” “No challenging musicians?” “Angus.” “What if dey challenges me?” “Just bring yer fuckin' suit.” He packed his battered A-2. She spotted the mandolin case. “Do I even wanna know?” “Probably not.” [Verse 4 — Acadian accordion joins fiddle] The wedding went off beautiful, The speeches short and sweet. The local band struck up a tune; Angus stopped mid-drink. Fiddle sounded almost like home, But turned another way. Accordion curled around the tune Like distant kin might play. Then the singer took a breath— And started turlutte. [TURLUTTE SOLO — FEMALE, authentic Acadian rhythmic mouth music, rapid nonlexical syllables, fiddle-like ornaments, no spoken words] Tam-ti-del-am, did-el-am! Tam-ti-del-am, turlu-tutu-tam! Chon-di-li-lil-am, chon-di-li-lil-am! Ta-ra-ta-ta, di-del-am-dum! [STOP — SPOKEN] “What t' fuck is she doing?” “Singing.” “She ain't got any fuckin' words!” [TURLUTTE ANSWERS FIDDLE] Angus listened, then grinned. “Well fuck me. Dat works.” [Chorus — mandolin, fiddle, accordion] Different roads from older songs Had brought them all to Maine. Same old bones beneath the tune, But nothing quite the same. Fiddle spoke another dialect, Accordion made room. Angus wasn't talking now; He was listening to the tune. Maggie caught herself a-smiling. She wasn't getting soft. Fuck off. [Verse 5] At break a fiddler noticed The calluses on Angus's hand. “You play?” “Mandolin.” “Any good?” “Passable.” Maggie muttered, “Oh fuck. Here we go.” “You bring it?” Angus pointed at his case. “Go get it.” Maggie drained her glass. “Here we fuckin' go.” [SIT-IN — Newfoundland mandolin triplets and cuts; Acadian fiddle responds] Angus tried a Newfoundland turn; The fiddle sent it back, Bent a little differently But never lost the track. Angus threw another phrase; The singer answered in turlutte. [TURLUTTE–MANDOLIN CALL AND RESPONSE — FEMALE VOCABLES mimic mandolin rhythm] [MANDOLIN RIFF] Tam-ti-del-am, did-el-am! [MANDOLIN RIFF — VARIATION] Tam-ti-del-am, did-el-am! Turlu-tutu! Ta-ra-ta-tam! [STOP — SPOKEN] “Did ye just fuckin' sing me riff?” She grinned and did it twice. [TURLUTTE SOLO — quick ornamental variations] Ti-di-lam, ta-di-lam, turlu-tam! Tiri-li-lam, diddle-am, ta-tam! Angus laughed and answered; She turlutted it again. Three ways of saying something Everybody understood. [Chorus — dance groove] Different roads from older songs Had brought them back around. Newfoundland met Acadian On common musical ground. Turlutte chased the mandolin, Fiddle chased them both. Nobody had to win a thing; They already knew the joke. [Verse 6] “Mandolin all that you play?” [HARD STOP] Angus looked at Maggie With puppy-dog eyes opened wide. She groaned. “Oh fuck me.” “But Maggie, people might notice us doin' dat.” [LONG BEAT] Maggie glared. Angus grinned. “OKAY! YOU FUCKIN' WIN!” “Win what?” “Whatever ye're about to ask!” He held his hand toward her. “Dance wit' me.” [BEAT] “Oh.” [Final Chorus — fiddle, accordion, mandolin, turlutte] So Maggie danced with Angus At her sister's wedding night. Fiddle talked to mandolin, And everything felt right. Different roads and different shores, But family underneath. Maggie let him spin her once, Then twice. Then maybe three. She wasn't getting soft. Never had. Never would. Not on a double fuckin' dare. She was dancing at a wedding. People do that. Fuck off. [Outro — turlutte and mandolin trade, then stop] [TURLUTTE SOLO — FEMALE, authentic Acadian rhythmic mouth music, rapid nonlexical syllables, fiddle-like ornaments, no spoken words] Tam-ti-del-am, did-el-am! Tam-ti-del-am, turlu-tutu-tam! Chon-di-li-lil-am, chon-di-li-lil-am! Ta-ra-ta-ta, di-del-am-dum!Tam-ti-del-am, did-el-am! Tam-ti-del-am, turlu-tutu-tam! Chon-di-li-lil-am, chon-di-li-lil-am! Ta-ra-ta-ta, di-del-am-dum!

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