Biografía:
Alela Diane es de Nevada City y vive en California. Una de sus canciones mas conocidas es The Rifle, una especie de tapiz impresionista que refleja las emociones de una joven que pierde la noción de "hogar" como consecuencia del divorcio de sus padres y la venta de su casa natal. Plena de imagenes almidonadas y con una obsesiva melodía, Alela describe su canción como si se tratara de un sueño, en el que algo "oscuro" sale del bosque que rodea su casa y a su familia.
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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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