the path is overgrown and strewn with thorns they have torn the lifeblood from your naked eyes cast aside to be forlorn... - From Solace |
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Sarah was born in Halifax, Nova Scotia in 1968 and has been on a musical path ever since. Following years spent studying classical piano, guitar and voice, the singer was discovered fronting a New Wave band in 1985 by the then-fledgling Vancouver-based company Nettwerk Records. In spite of the fact that McLachlan had not yet written a song of her own, the label signed the 19 year old singer to a recording contract. Just let me ask of you one small thing as we have shed many tears with ferver our dreams we planned a whole life long now scattered on the wind... In the terms of enderment In the terms of the life that you love In the terms of the years that pass you by In the terms of the reasons why. - from path of thorns (solace) |
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I love the time in between the calm inside me, in the space where i can breathe. I believe there is a distance I have wandered to touch apon.. The years of reaching out, and reaching in holding out, holding in. I believe this is heaven to no one else but me and I'll defend as long as i can be left here, to linger in silence, if i choose to, would you try to understand? I know this love is passing time, passing through like liquid, i am drunk in my desire.... - from Elsewhere (Fumbling towards ecstasy) Mary walks down to the water's edge and there she hangs her head to find herself faded.. a shadow of what she once was. she says: "How long have i been sleeping and why do i feel so old?, why do i feel so cold?, my heart is saying one thing, but my body wont let it go." With trembling hands she reaches up a strangers flesh is offered and i would be the last to know I would be the last to let it show and i would be the last to go. Take her hand she will lead you through the fire, oh and give you back hope, and hope that you don't take too much respecting what is left she cradled us, she held us in her arms, unselfish in her suffering, she could not understand, that no one seemed to have the time, to cherish what was given, and i would be the last to know I would be the last to let it show, i would be the last to go... mary walks.... - from Mary (Fumbling towards ecstasy) |
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Official Sarah Mclachlan Site Sarah McLachlan Online Weekly Sea of Dreams Christina's Possession Christina's Fumblers club Welcome to Lilith Fair Site created by Paul Wigle. Visit my personal page www.wolfcountry.net |
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