After all the flames in the morning
The quiet ashes fell for hours and hours
In the morning rise
Oh we planted our skin
Like a seed in the ground
The quiet ashes fell for hours and hours
In the morning rise
Oh we planted our skin
Like a seed in the ground
So we dug us a hole
And planted our skin
Like a seed in the ground
To grow again
And planted our skin
Like a seed in the ground
To grow again
Where the fireweeds grow
Where the fireweeds grow
Where the fireweeds grow
Where the fireweeds grow
The reason for my Icelandic wanderlust isn’t limited only to native bands, namely Bjork, Múm and, above all, Sigur Rós. This little piece by Patrick Watson also does the trick, this video and the album where it’s the opening track (Wooden Arms) were entirely recorded in Iceland.
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