3:19
Lost Channels, 2009
Written by Tony Dekker
This song, from the Canadian folk-rock band that I've heard nothing by before, seems to actually about a fishing line. The verses are comprised of imagery about the line soaring across the sky. "The line, it inks across the freshly fallen snow / Where only those embracing coldness would go / In whistles and in whispers and sometimes in howls." Does it represent something else? Or is it straightforward; as Hemingway might say, "the line is a line and the man casting it is a man." The song's beautiful, majestic, and soaring quality features a warm, strum-heavy rhythm, creating a melancholic and anthemic yet ghostly sound.
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