Sarah McLachlan
Sarah McLachlan
Sarah Ann McLachlan, OC, OBCis a Canadian musician, singer, songwriter, and pianist. Known for her emotional ballads and mezzo-soprano vocal range, as of 2009, she has sold over 40 million albums worldwide. McLachlan's best-selling album to date is Surfacing, for which she won two Grammy Awardsand four Juno Awards. In addition to her personal artistic efforts, she founded the Lilith Fair tour, which showcased female musicians on an unprecedented scale. The Lilith Fair concert tours took place from 1997 to...
NationalityCanadian
ProfessionPop Singer
Date of Birth28 January 1968
CountryCanada
In the arms of the angels, fly away from here....you are pulled from the wreckage, of your silent revelry, you're in the arms of the angels, may you find some comfort here...
The first gig we ever played was in Halifax, Nova Scotia, where I'm from,
Am I faithful, am I strong, am I good enough to belong? In your reverie of a perfect girl?
And he's a fantastic guy. He's a great musician and he's a joy to be around.
I'm a bit of a control freak. I think it would be difficult for me to give it up because my name is so associated with it.
I'm in total savoring mode. I wish I had something like this when I was growing up.
People's ignorance really pisses me off. Stupidity is when you can't help it -ignorance is when you choose not to understand something.
If I cried me a river of all my confessions, would I drown in my shallow regret?
I think I've become a much better singer and a much better player. Years and years of playing a couple of hours every day will do that.
Listen as the wind blows From across the great divide Voices trapped in yearning Memories trapped in time
It was overwhelmingly beautiful to see my music performed.
I've never done heroin, but I totally understood what would drive people to that distraction-to need that so much.
When you wake up everyday Please don't throw your dreams away Hold them close to your heart 'Cause we are all a part of the ordinary miracle
So tired of this straight line, and everywhere you turn There's vultures and thieves at your back The storm keeps on twisting, you keep on building the lies That you make up for all that you lack. It don't make no difference, escaping one last time It's easier to believe In this sweet madness, oh this glorious sadness That brings me to my knees.