Biography:
Wintersleep formó parte de Dependent Music, un sello de música que se inició en Yarmouth, Nueva Escocia, por donde publicaron sus dos primeros álbumes. En 2006 la banda firma con Labwork Music, una subsidiaria de EMI Canada dedicada a artistas emergente de la escena alternativa. por donde lanzan Welcome to the Night Sky y nuevas ediciones de sus dos primeros trabajos.
Giraron por Estados Unidos, Canadá y Europa, compartiendo escenario con artistas como Pearl Jam, The Tragically Hip y The Slip.
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Other songs:
- Fog
- Oblivion
- Weighty Ghost
- Amerika
- Assembly Lines
- Astronaut
- Beneficiary
- Dead Letter The Infinite Yes
- In Came The Flood
- In Chemicals
- Listen Listen Listen
- Metropolis
- New Inheritors
- Nothing Is Anything
- Saving Song
- Shadowless
- Smoke
- Sore
- The Coroner
- Tracers
- We Three Kings
- Weighty Ghost Radio Mix
- Who Are You
Four years of hard work!This month of May we celebrated four years on the air. We continue working on the dissemination of this wonderful instrument, thank you for participating in our story!
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Tabbed by Jared Burgess, NB
F, C
TRACERS
Pressed my fingers inside your skin
Traced the lines the lines the lines the lines the lines that time dug in
Kept on tracing, tracing, tracing
Traced and traced until you were a girl of 13 years again
Before my grandpa’s callused hands
Trade your eyes for rocks and sand
The times that stick inside your skull just sorta ferally clinging
The times that stick when time’s not sticking
A thousand pages in the wind
Ten thousand pages in the wind
Layed my body on your body
Pressed my hands inside your hands
Pressed my lips and kissed and kissed until I was 13 again
Pressed and pressed and pressed and pressed
Fill up my brains with soil and rock
Something to hold the remnants in
With cattle herds and meteors and light showers and soil and rock
Time’s a’ diggin’
Tabbed by Jared Burgess, NB
F, C
TRACERS
Pressed my fingers inside your skin
Traced the lines the lines the lines the lines the lines that time dug in
Kept on tracing, tracing, tracing
Traced and traced until you were a girl of 13 years again
Before my grandpa’s callused hands
Trade your eyes for rocks and sand
The times that stick inside your skull just sorta ferally clinging
The times that stick when time’s not sticking
A thousand pages in the wind
Ten thousand pages in the wind
Layed my body on your body
Pressed my hands inside your hands
Pressed my lips and kissed and kissed until I was 13 again
Pressed and pressed and pressed and pressed
Fill up my brains with soil and rock
Something to hold the remnants in
With cattle herds and meteors and light showers and soil and rock
Time’s a’ diggin’
Wisin Y Yandel
With Confidence
Within Temptatio (...)
Witt Lowry
Wiz Khalifa