LEE HARVEY OSMOND "Mohawk" - Lyric Video

Lee Harvey Osmond new album Mohawk is being released on January 25, 2019 on Latent Recordings. The title track "Mohawk" is available now to Buy/Stream: https://eek.lnk.to/Mohawk Produced, Recorded and Mixed By Michael Timmins at The Hangar, Toronto. Co-Produced by Tom Wilson Mastered by Peter J Moore at The Eroom Tom Wilson: vocals and acoustic guitar Ray Farugia: drums Anna Reddick: bass Thompson Wilson: bass Bill Dillon: guitar Aaron Goldstein: steel guitar Darcy Hepner: horns and flutes Live footage provided by Southern Souls Additional Footage by Blair Dobson Produced by Allen Moy Editing by Mr. Burdhauz / Blair Dobson Special Thanks To: Erin Kinghorn / Ellisa Frittaione / Richard Aura / Colt Phillips MOHAWK (T. Wilson) ©2018 Sony ATV Music Publishing Canada/ Thomas Cunningham Wilson Music/ Socan I’M FLYING AT THE SPEED OF MY IMAGINATION HEADING DOWN THE #401 TOWARDS THE QUEBEC BORDERON MY WAY TO MEET MY SISTERS LYNN AND TRACY FOR THE FIRST TIMETHE SALIVA IN MY MOUTH IS THICKLIKE MOTOR OILAS I SIT IN THE BACK SEAT OF THE CAR..I’M NERVOUS, PRACTICING MY SMILE..I STARE IN THE REARVIEW MIRROR SILENTLY MOUTHING THE WORDSchorusFROM A MOHAWK BABYTO A MOHAWK MANHERE I STAND, HERE I STANDYEAH YEAH YEAH YEAHI’M A MOHAWK MAN I’M ON MY WAY TO THE MYSTICAL LAND OF MY MISSING FAMILYKAHNAWAKETHE PATCH OF FREEDOM THAT LIES BENEATH THE MERCIER BRIDGE THE HOME OF MY MOTHER, MY FATHERAND MY ANCESTORSTHE LAND OF SHAPE SHIFTERS, CORN BREAD AND STEAK, IRON WORKERS, SKYWALKERS PROUD WARRIORS AND ALL THE LEGENDS THAT CAME TO LIFEIN 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 BEGINSTO LIFT. I KNOW THIS PLACEIN FACT I DREAM’T MYSELF HERE AS A KID FANTASTIC DREAMSDREAMS THAT TOOK ME TO TIMES AND PLACES THAT I ALWAYS KNEW WERE REAL.I’D CRUISE ALONG THE SHORES OF THESAINT LAWRENCE SEAWAY AND COME SWOOPING DOWN THESE ROADS ONTHE BACK OF MY GRANDFATHER JOHN LAZARE, STURDY AND SURE OF HIMSELF, NOT A WORD SPOKENBUT 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 FREEIN MY DREAMS I WAS EXACTLY WHERE I WAS SUPPOSED TO BEchorus