Christian Kjellvander
at the rapids
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For the way my bird, for the way my bird
Spots me
For her strands so soft and so unique
That swallow the storm in me
My wolf cries my wolf's eyes
Render me stale
And the cold but dry European nights
Keep our values pale
Let us walk through the rapids
Let's be songs in the chapel
Let's be words in the bible
All believed and all eternal
That which leads has led me here
Upon my strangers bed
Before the virgin matter of
Giving thought some head
let us walk trough the rapids
let's be songs in the chapel
let's be words in the bible
all believed and all eternal
All I love is gathered in one
Gathered to be released
Strike up a band for my gold has been panned
And my love has been retrieved
- Álbum:
- The Pitcher
- Introducing The Past
- Songs from a two room chapel
- The Rough And Rynge
- Miscellaneous
- Non-Album Releases
- Sonically Speaking, Volume 8: Oktober 2002
- Live at Södra Teatern, Stockholm
- Faya
- Drunken Hands
- Portugal
- Sonically Speaking, Volume 24: September 2005
- I Saw Her From Here / I Saw Here From Her
- Alternative Moments
- Rolling Stone: Rare Trax, Volume 54: Discover America
- Rolling Stone: New Noises, Volume 57
- Acoustic 07
- Cowboys in Scandinavia: The New Folk Sounds From Northern...
- Una americana en París - Fargo Records
- Mission Hall Sessions