Belle Plaine – Laila Sady Johnson Wasn't Beaten By No Train – Official Music Video

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Laila Sady Johnson Wasn't Beaten By No Train
Written by Melanie Hankewich, Jeremy Sauer and Steve Leidal. SOCAN

From the album "Malice, Mercy, Grief & Wrath'.

Hello, and thanks for checking out the video! This song details the true story of my grandma — the one and only Laila Sady Johnson. In the 1980s she was hit by a train and walked away without a scratch. Now that's song worthy.

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bp

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Belle Plaine – vocals, backing vocals, guitar
Steve Leidal – drums, tambourine
Chris Byrne – bass
Ian Cameron – pedal steel
Jeremy Sauer – organ, electric piano
Bryce Lewis – electric guitar
Megan Nash – backing vocals
Kacy Anderson – backing vocals
Jason Plumb – backing vocals

Directed and Animated by Jenna Marks.

Director of Photography – N. Cecile Holland
Camera Assistant – Jack Leahy
Makeup Artist – Raven Reid
Additional Animation – Muffy Levy and Allan Isard
Additional Editing – Trevor Schellinck
Online Editing – Marc Savoie

Recorded at Studio One in Regina, SK by Jason Plumb.
Mixed by Josh Gwilliam in Calgary, AB.
Mastered at João Carvalho Mastering in Toronto by João Carvalho.

Produced by Jason Plumb.
Executive Producer Belle Plaine.

Production made possible with support from Creative Saskatchewan's Sound Recording Program, Ralwco Radio and Creative Saskatchewan's Market and Export Development Program.
This song was written during a retreat made possible by the Saskatchewan Arts Board.

Special thanks to Don Brownrigg, Mike Fiander, Dan and Janet Burgess, and Mary and Doug Marks.

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In the long days of the summertime
Outside a prairie town.
Near a mixed farm in Saskatchewan,
Our story is set down.
A matriarch of seven
Has a tale you can’t match.
It begins when she set out
To check on her potato patch.

T’wards an unmarked intersection
Shaded by brush and pine
Came the pride of the Dominion,
The Canadian Pacific line.
Her spuds grew on the other side,
And Laila she did stop,
But her gaze was stolen by the sight
Of a bumper berry crop.

When she saw that train a bearing down
She pinned pedal to the floor.
But that beast still caught the tailgate
Of her silver half-ton Ford.

Laila Sady Johnson wasn’t beaten by no train.
Spared of the fate of men
Whose lives that iron horse has claimed.
Though the impact was brutal
Her soul that day was saved.
Laila Sady Johnson wasn’t beaten by no train.
Laila Sady Johnson wasn’t beaten by no train.

In the farmyard stood a witness
Who knew our lady fine.
To her he vowed in earnest
In the fall of ’49.
As he watched the train advancing
Worry took hold of his heart.
For he feared today would be the day
That death would do them part.

When the cacophony of wreckage
Echoed through the countryside
Her dear husband wondered
Could Laila have survived?

CHORUS

A machine can bear no malice,
Mercy, grief or wrath.
And few can tell of how
They’ve crossed a locomotive’s path.
So when the engineer stepped out
Into the dusty air
He swore to god repentance
For an answer to his prayer.

CHORUS