Biografia:
Os Wintersleep são uma banda canadense de indie rock. Formaram-se em 2002 e lançaram dois álbuns na editora Dependent Music, um homónimo em 2003 e outro sem título, já em 2005.
Em 2006, iniciaram um novo contrato com a editora Labwork Music, relançando os dois primeiros álbuns. Lançaram o terceiro álbum, 'Welcome To The Night Sky', em 2007, conseguindo um lugar no top de singles canadiano, e o conceituado Juno Award de 2008 na categoria de 'Novo Grupo do Ano'.
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Outras músicas:
- 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
Quatro anos de trabalho duro!Neste mês de maio fizemos quatro anos no ar. Continuamos trabalhando na divulgação deste maravilhoso instrumento, obrigado por participar da nossa história!
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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