I remember one moment in particular in our old rental house. We were listening to Andy Donnelly’s “Celtic Show” on CKUA like we did every Friday, having our own little dance party in the living room.
It was the one time of the week where we didn’t care if the renters below us were annoyed. I was wearing a short, heavy black dress that moved just a moment later than I did when I spun.
It was an instrumental song, one I’d heard a hundred times could never name. The harmony of the fiddle, accordion, and mandolin made me feel like I was home again on the east coast. I felt a longing… I was in Alberta.
Moments later, it occurred to me that all my ancestors would have danced to this song, as well. I imagined that they were in the room, dancing along with me.
The longing turned into warmth, and I imagined ripples spreading out from my feet every time they lifted and touched down again. The way an echo moves through the sea.
There’s no denying the effect song and dance has on a place, and a person. "Like the Sea" was born from moments like this. Moments where I felt connected to something bigger.
— Alexanne
Lyrics:
Songs of the old land, beauty of a tree,
makes me feel like someone's dancing beside me,
I just let my body do just as it please,
and I feel my footsteps echo like the sea,
Oh, dance just like the wind,
(play me the fiddle and make my day)
Oh, dance just like the wind,
(pick up the mando and take me away)
I wonder if they used to talk to the trees like a stranger that knows all your hopes & your dreams,
‘Cause I find more beauty in forests so green than in old dusty walls and that’s alright with me,
And if the trees could talk,
Maybe greed would walk,
And if the trees could talk,
Maybe greed would walk,
Songs of the old land, beauty of a tree,
makes me feel like someone's dancing beside me,
I just let my body do just as it please,
and I feel my footsteps echo like the sea,
Oh, dance just like the wind,
(play me the fiddle and make my day)
Oh, dance just like the wind,
(pick up the mando and take me away)
While many were handed a golden plaque but I was handed an empty scroll
No pressure to praise, no rules to unpack, I am of the earth wind and thunder that rolls,
That rolls,
That rolls,
Songs of the old land beauty of a tree,
makes me feel like someone's dancing beside me,
I just let my body do just as it please,
and I feel my footsteps echo like the sea,
Oh, dance just like the wind,
(play me the fiddle and make my day)
Oh, dance just like the wind,
(pick up the mando and take me away)
Oh, dance just like the wind,
(play me the fiddle and make my day)
Oh, dance just like the wind,
(pick up the mando and take me away)
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