Wednesday, May 29, 2019

“Windows Up” by Swimm – A Song Feature


     The lyrics of “Windows Up” reflect the relocation of Swimm from Florida to Los Angeles, while the video show “a man’s struggles with hysteria and helplessness in an expressionistic mental hospital.” Both are interesting. Mom calls to say that LA experienced another earthquake, while the early portion of the video as a "real-life sanity check.”

      “Windows Up” is an up-tempo, more Rock-ready version of “Windows,” a track from the album “Sentimental Porno.” The members of Swimm are Chris Hess, Adam Winn, Hany Zayan, and Marton Bizits.

     “Windows Up” by Swimm 



Lyrics of “Windows Up” by Swimm
My mother calls to tell me there was an earthquake yesterday.
I tell her that the ground here always seems to shake.
And perdition lies just beneath the cracks in the pavement,
But not too worry mom all is ok
All is well in LA.

Of both I have my doubts,
New love is singing proud,
Ego is churning, and neither makes a sound,
Because my windows are up.
Because my windows are up
And my music is playing loud.
Loud
Loud
Loud

Where will I be when there lives no fear inside of me?
On the moon, sailing from the truth,
One step closer to the high and mighty.

And it’s true I stayed up with you all damn night.
Shouting about the past,
Spitting words and wine.
From the highway LA is screaming at us now,
But your windows are up
And your music is playing loud.
Loud
Loud
Loud

And bullshit bullshit, I only live once,
And bullshit bullshit I should do it while I'm young.
Entitlement is spinning its way to the surface,
I know they are your friends but they only make me nervous,
But all their bullshit fails to make a sound,
Cause my windows are up and my music is playing loud.
Loud
Loud
Loud

Where will I be when there lives no fear inside of me?
Where will I be when there lives no fear?
Where will I be when there lives no fear inside of me?
On the moon, sailing from the truth,
One step closer to the high and mighty.

But it’s true I stayed up with you all damn night.
Shouting about the past,
Spitting words and wine.
From the highway LA is screaming at us now,
But your windows are up
And your music is playing loud.
Loud

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