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Woods iii: deepest roots and darkest blues

2007

01. The northern cold
02. Iron grudge
03. Your ontario town is a burial ground
04. Through chaos and solitude i came...
05. Years of silence (and the private joke)
06. Distractions of living alone
07. Deepest roots: belief that all is lost
08. Darkest blues: relief that nothing can be done
09. The thrill of the struggle
10. December in windsor
11. Trillium: the third of three winters 2004-2007
12. Song of redemption
13. End of tradition
14. To lock eyes with a wild beast
15. Mistakes artists make (the dream is dead)

The northern cold

Mine was that of a quiet love deep and true.

I'm at home in the North, when I'm alone in the Northern Cold
And I belong in the North, when I'm at home in the Northern Cold

If you seek understanding, I will try to explain to you
The origins of my madness, and my strength in solitude
Seldom seen, seldom spokenMy heart was my compass, and it was broken
Mine was that of a quiet love, deep and true.

I'm at home in the North, when I'm alone in the Northern Cold
And I belong in the North, when I'm at home in the Northern Cold

If you seek understanding, I will show you what we have known
The long ride on the road to nowhere
The cold walks in the woods alone
In my ocean, the water was frozen
And I could see my reflection, within the ice
Mine was that of a quiet love, deep and true.

I'm at home in the North, when I'm alone in the Northern Cold
And I belong in the North, when I'm at home in the Northern ColdYears later I am still obsessed (with the North)
Years later still restless and depressed (from the Northern Cold)
Years later I still drown in passion for my sorrows
Years later I'm alone, and I'm at home in the Northern Cold

My blues are so dark they are black. The roots are buried, so deep in the past.
See my roots, for they are true. Feel my blues, for they are real.

The feel of cold, the black of night, the white of snow,
Walking home, the smell of smoke, these are the memories of my youth.

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Mine was that of a quiet love deep and true.

I'm at home in the North, when I'm alone in the Northern Cold
And I belong in the North, when I'm at home in the Northern Cold

If you seek understanding, I will try to explain to you
The origins of my madness, and my strength in solitude
Seldom seen, seldom spokenMy heart was my compass, and it was broken
Mine was that of a quiet love, deep and true.

I'm at home in the North, when I'm alone in the Northern Cold
And I belong in the North, when I'm at home in the Northern Cold

If you seek understanding, I will show you what we have known
The long ride on the road to nowhere
The cold walks in the woods alone
In my ocean, the water was frozen
And I could see my reflection, within the ice
Mine was that of a quiet love, deep and true.

I'm at home in the North, when I'm alone in the Northern Cold
And I belong in the North, when I'm at home in the Northern ColdYears later I am still obsessed (with the North)
Years later still restless and depressed (from the Northern Cold)
Years later I still drown in passion for my sorrows
Years later I'm alone, and I'm at home in the Northern Cold

My blues are so dark they are black. The roots are buried, so deep in the past.
See my roots, for they are true. Feel my blues, for they are real.

The feel of cold, the black of night, the white of snow,
Walking home, the smell of smoke, these are the memories of my youth.