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Cross
03:12
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This corner's made me a believer
A silent mentor to the strings of the seasons
Blind waves of a sound come as needed
And every answer shifts our feet with the feeling
Old tartans are torn on the metres
The flags of families patch the holes in our ceilings
While stand still held firm beneath it
And managed movement with the form of the breezes
Fall beneath the fold
I've been hiding from all I need to know
Call me when you're cold
I've been burning from all I need to show
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2. |
Hear No Silence
05:00
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Wilting walls stand forged of fault
Covered by calls sunk on down
Screaming in drawls we'll hear no silence
As I recall
Stumbling toward reflecting snow
Bright as it shone I saw no soul
Whispering coals burnt out 'fore dawn
As I recall
Climbing that cause, weighs down enthralled
Keeping with all that slows and stones
It shouldn't befall, we masked our milestones
As I recall
Come to the wandering ways
Sometimes the walk lasts for days
I held the sun where I stay
She is the sky and the clay
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The Thaw
07:45
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When we captured the thaw
On our rusted old panes
Crept up walls and compelled
Eyes forgotten and staved
In the absence of formed
streams that fester and boil
Still, if time's bringing warmth
Buried life in the soil
And days divide
The lines we implied
To be where we walk on our own
And all of our time
We cast when we pined
For these hollowed homes of the lone
Through the halls, through these halls
I am swimming
Imprisoned in thoughts that are freezing my lungs
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4. |
Listen (live session)
04:48
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Listen to the where I won't go
From this bloom overlooking the while
I wish it would bring calm chaos
Drunk and held by the hand of the why
Come into the winding we'll go
Stark and combed through the air of the night
Washed over the scorned and galed home
Shining felled and I couldn't say why
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Cross (live session)
03:11
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This corner's made me a believer
A silent mentor to the strings of the seasons
Blind waves of a sound come as needed
And every answer shifts our feet with the feeling
Old tartans are torn on the metres
The flags of families patch the holes in our ceilings
While stand still held firm beneath it
And managed movement with the form of the breezes
Fall beneath the fold
I've been hiding from all I need to know
Call me when you're cold
I've been burning from all I need to show
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Rosalind Calgary, Alberta
Calgary based folk group. Beautiful melodies, evocative lyrics, soaring harmonies and tight instrumentation will leave songs stuck in your head for days.
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