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Mohawk
3,049
Singer/Songwriter
Mohawk was released on January 25, 2019 by High or Hurtin as a part of the album Mohawk
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AlbumMohawk
Release DateJanuary 25, 2019
LabelHigh or Hurtin
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM100

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Lee Harvey Osmond
Lee Harvey Osmond
Performer
Tom Wilson
Tom Wilson
Vocals
Aaron Goldstein
Aaron Goldstein
Steel Guitar
Bill Dillon
Bill Dillon
Guitar
Anna Ruddick
Anna Ruddick
Bass Guitar
Darcy Hepner
Darcy Hepner
Flute
Ray Farrugia
Ray Farrugia
Drums
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Tom Wilson
Tom Wilson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Tom Wilson
Tom Wilson
Producer
Michael Timmins
Michael Timmins
Producer

Lyrics

I’m flying at the speed of my imagination
Heading down the #401 towards the
Quebec border
On my way to meet my sisters lynn and
Tracy
for the first time
The saliva in my mouth is thick
Like motor oil
As i sit in the back seat of the car..
I’m nervous, practicing my smile..
I stare in the rearview mirror silently
Mouthing the words
Chorus
From a mohawk baby
To a mohawk man
Here i stand, here i stand
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
I’m a mohawk man
I’m on my way to the mystical land of my
Missing family
Kahnawake
The patch of freedom that lies beneath
The mercier bridge
The home of my mother, my father
And my ancestors
The land of shape shifters, corn bread
And steak, iron workers, skywalkers
Proud warriors and all the legends
That came to life
In storiesand gossip around
The kitchen tables when i was a kid
Chorus
I looking out between the front, out
Through the windshield and the fog i’ve
Been living in my entire life begins
To lift.
I know this place
In fact i dream’t myself here as a kid
Fantastic dreams
Dreams that took me to times and places
That i always knew were real.
I’d cruise along the shores of the
Saint lawrence seaway and come
Swooping down these roads on
The back of my grandfather john lazare,
sturdy and sure of himself, not a word
Spoken
But i could hear him singing as he
Carried me .
I’d climb down off his shoulders and walk
To the rhythm of broken chains with all
The reserve dogs barking behind me through
The deepest blues and greens .
The greens of graveyards and step into and
Through the black shadows cast by the
Great bridge.
In my dreams i was safe
Surrounded by the ghosts of my
Ancestors.
In my dreams i was free
In my dreams i was exactly where
I was supposed to be
Chorus
Written by: Tom Wilson
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