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Old melody that I tried to learn
When I gave myself over to it
Learned every step and my efforts were met
When it rain and it told and it sang
Panel on strings, familiar rings
If the line is a chain past today
Then each fielder I played is another that stayed
To turn himself into the link
And heâs still up here somewhere I think
And I hear the old voices singing
This song will never land
It was here long ago and continues to grow
In the fields of progeny
In the fields of progeny
Where is the culture you ask? I donât know
And when is the future you ask? I donât know
Is it locked in the ice?
Is it under the frost?
I can hardly hear the heart beating
But itâs under the snow I suppose
And where is the history?
And where is the memory?
Where is the language that I used to know?
Is it locked in the ice?
Is it under the frost?
I can hardly hear the heart beating
But itâs under the snow I suppose
And I hear the old voices singing
This song will never land
It was here long ago and continues to grow
In the fields of progeny
In the fields of progeny
- Album:
- A Forest of Arms
- New Wild Everywhere
- Lost Channels
- Hands In Dirty Ground EP
- Ongiara
- Bodies And Minds
- Great Lake Swimmers
- Miscellaneous
- Pulling On A Line
- Pulling On a Line (Live Juno Performance 2010)
- Pulling On a Line (Live At Juno Awards 2010)
- The Legion Sessions
- Zero in the City - Single
- Live Session (iTunes Exclusive)
- Lost Channels (The Collectors Edition)
- Lost Channels (Collectors Edition)
- The Great Bear
- Paste Holiday Sampler 2012
- Isn’t This World Enough?? A Nettwerk Christmas
- 2007-09-29: The Phoenix, Toronto, ON, Canada