Biography:
Alela Diane Menig (born April 20, 1983, Nevada City, California, USA) is an American singer and songwriter. She grew up singing with her musician parents and performing in the school choir. She taught herself guitar, and began writing songs which blend tense, trance-like arpeggios with warm vocals and meditative lyrics about family and nature. Her first recordings were self-released in 2003 as Forest Parade. Her first solo public appearances were at the invitation of fellow Nevada City native Joanna Newsom.
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Em G D A
I've known mornings white as diamonds
Em G D A
Silent from a night so cold
Em G D A
Such a stillness, calm as the owl glides
Em G D A
Our lives are buried in snow, oh, oh
I was sifting through the piles
In my hand a tangled thread
Each patient tug upon the snarl
Is a glimpse of what has been, oh, oh
Burdened bands gain strong hands
Gaping holes where diamonds should be
Must have been the morning that stole them
A glint of white in the pocket of winter, oh, oh
And some hearts are ghosts settling down in dark waters
Just as silt grows heavy and drowns with the stones
Some hearts are ghosts settling down in dark waters
Just as silt grows heavy and drowns with the stones, oh, oh
I've known mornings white as diamonds
Silent from a night so cold
Such a stillness, calm as the owl glides
Our lives are buried in snow
Our lives are buried in snow
I've known mornings white as diamonds
Em G D A
Silent from a night so cold
Em G D A
Such a stillness, calm as the owl glides
Em G D A
Our lives are buried in snow, oh, oh
I was sifting through the piles
In my hand a tangled thread
Each patient tug upon the snarl
Is a glimpse of what has been, oh, oh
Burdened bands gain strong hands
Gaping holes where diamonds should be
Must have been the morning that stole them
A glint of white in the pocket of winter, oh, oh
And some hearts are ghosts settling down in dark waters
Just as silt grows heavy and drowns with the stones
Some hearts are ghosts settling down in dark waters
Just as silt grows heavy and drowns with the stones, oh, oh
I've known mornings white as diamonds
Silent from a night so cold
Such a stillness, calm as the owl glides
Our lives are buried in snow
Our lives are buried in snow
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