#ongiara

[dawnndarling]

Now spinning: Great Lake Swimmers - Ongiara #canadianindie #canadianfolk #greatlakeswimmers #yourrockyspine #changingcolours #ongiara

[not-music]

Backstage With The Modern Dancers by Great Lake Swimmers from Ongiara (2007)

Backstage with the modern dancers She was stretching her arm, figuring the body When they were breathing they were shouting She was concentrating on her breathing

And didn't seem to mind as I sat there on the couch, tuned my guitar And played a few chords by closing Storing my thoughts, getting ready to perform With bare feet and painted faces, they took their places And shivering legs beneath covered four gowns

And now they're are on wooden floors, sweat from their pores They're riding the mist, songs I can sing by myself Backstage with the modern dancers, the feeling I like I do I can feel them and I can feel it, feel it, feel it

[atbejammin]

Listened to Catcher Song by Great Lake Swimmers from the album: Ongiara Last.fm Link: http://ift.tt/1fiF7nv Search on Spotify

[not-music]

Your Rocky Spine by Great Lake Swimmers from Ongiara (2007)

I was lost in the lakes And the shapes that your body makes

And the mountains said I will find you here They whispered the snow and the leaves in my ear I traced my finger along your trails And your body was the map, I was lost in it

Floating over your rocky spine The glaciers made you and now you're mine

I was moving across your frozen veneer The sky was dark but you were clear Could you feel my footsteps? And would you shatter, would you shatter? Would you?

With your soft fingers between my claws Like purity against resolve I could tell then there we were formed from the clay And came from the rocks for the earth to display

They told me to be careful up there Where the wind rose up there, in this rage through your hair They told me to be careful up there Where the wind rages through your hair

[ohjustblogit]

Perfect when: moving across your frozen veneer

[nbechard]

New favourite song by a GREAT Canadian band.

[waitinghopingliving]

I became awake From a very dark place Patchwork of fear of poorly conceived ideas With a blister of water Mark of working hands, ready to catch or cut Senses aligned, the animal urgency And voices picked up Flowing over the static, late, quiet All awake, all awake

[even-younger-young-neil]