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window sills

by The Wind Whistles

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1.
Gold Fever 02:40
Mark the devil by a stone and the rock be surely gold
So I've come to stake my claim along Main Avenue
I believe that this here town was built on hollow ground
And down underneath our feet are treasures to be found

I dig for friendship, I dig for love
I dig for all the things that I've been dreaming of

Every penny that I've earned got me this inch of land
Every rock or spec of dirt has my name in the book
So I'm armed with little more than the clothes upon my back
If the rocks could only talk they'd tell me where to look

I dig for wisdom, I dig for health,
I dig for all the holy dollars in the bank

I'm getting deeper while the world is bought and sold
Still getting deeper always closer to the gold
Just about richer though you find me in the hole
To sum it up I'm close but one can never know

I've been digging for a time and hit no rock of shine
There's talk of me in town from no such friends of mine
They say I dig my grave, that I'll die without a home
But until it takes my life I'll work down to the bone

I dig for country, I dig for man, I dig for a silver pistol planted in my hand

I will strike it solid gold!
Bucket, shovel, pickaxe, wash-pan tell me where to go I'm getting deeper while the world is bought and sold
Still getting deeper always closer to the gold
Just about richer though you find me in the hole
To sum it up I'm close but one can never know
2.
I've made a thousand calls today, no one's calling me back
Telephones only work one way or not at all
Dissolving, disappearing, all my cares are gone
We're born alone, I fear the world is lonelier than me

If I left my heart at home, you'd call just to say you'll take my hand
But you know that's impossible because all communication's dead

I send a letter out today, wrote my address on the back
The cause of all this seemed to say 'don't ever give up'
Encrypt the answer just to hide what you're scared to divulge
I've solved the riddle just to find the answer's just another one

If I left my mind at home, you'd call just to say you'll take my head
But you know that's impossible because all communication's dead

Corruption's hominal, I'm not too bold to say that
Love must be seminal for us to solve our problems If I left my heart at home, you'd call just to say you'll take my hand
But you know that's impossible because all communication's dead
3.
Jim + Ruth 03:08
Jim's not talking to Ruth, she still acts like his dad She could learn how to stand on the anthill But she's not in the mood and the cat's in the bag and the cow and the dog are in there too But Jim's not really mad, it's his speech impediment Flap your hands as you dive in the carpool Though it's not what he meant Today they come and take the drivers away Tomorrow they will set the building ablaze Let the ash and the dust fill the air Person A lost a shoe, person B lost his teeth Good thing they fought the war on the sidewalk And the kids love their meat, like a dog loves a bone invite the girl with the pig from the sidewalk She'll come some other week Today they come and take the cowboys away Tomorrow they will steal the haloes of saints Let the moans and the cries fill the air Qualify from a coffin to lifeboat Common eyes see 'why' in an eyeful Who am I in a war of the wasted? Kill the truce if the flag isn’t blowing
4.
As I pass through these hills, blowing over me a dead chill And if blows through my bones, I’m in company of ghosts It’s April 17th, 1843, and I’ve just crossed the desert With the sunset on my back, skies are turning black I camp though I know better than to stay in the devil’s cauldron Your heart may protect you, your mind may keep you sane But your soul will desert you in the devil’s cauldron Hungry and tired, I shake off the cold by the fire Through the sputtering flames, I see enemies and friends From the depths of the night, a beauty comes to me and lays down by my pillow And at the rise of dawn I wake alone and find my body hollow Because I slept with the devil’s children Your heart may protect you, your mind may keep you sane But your soul will desert you in the devil’s cauldron My heart I’ll carry it, to a physician My mind I’ll take it to a psychologist My soul is forever lost to them Your heart may protect you, your mind may keep you sane But your soul will desert you in the devil’s cauldron
5.
Two hooves upon the plain, two hooves down in the graveyard
My horse does have a name, one undisclosed to me
We wait just by the grave for a man by name of Denver
He brings the ball and chain, one custom-fit for me

My story is a shame that started last November
I pulled into a town, just stopping on my way
My heart fell for a girl of husband, hence the mayor
He found us as we lay, he vowed to shoot me dead

Now the sheriff of this town is a man by name of Denver
Our destinies were bound as the shots rang through the rain
The shootout that he found was in the house of mayor's
One body on the ground, the other ran away

We wait just by the grave for a man by name of Denver
My horse does have a name, one undisclosed to me
One foot upon the plain, one foot down in the graveyard
I bear this ball and chain, it's custom-fit for me
6.
Coming Back 03:36
Coming back is a sad, sad thing And the world feels so small again Some part of me is overseas And waits ‘til I’m back again I’ll meet you out on the train In a heartbeat do it all again And nothing’s out of the way If we can save up and pay the fair Time is all but a constant thing Only faster the older I get Precious moments that slip away And camera snapshots of what I missed I’ll talk to you in the plane I want that 9 hour ride again And though the date may be far away All my luggage is packed and I’m ready Muj navrat je smutku den A svet se zas maly zda Kus ze mne je dal za morem Nam muj novy prijezd ceka Rencontre moi sur le train Ce voyage j’vais encore le faire Et ou on va n’est pas certain On depart n’importe quand tu prends ma main
7.
Somedays 02:08
The world was supposed the end last century I’m still playing the waiting game Sail my ship to Africa I just want to know I can go that far Today the future feels like memories I want a past that can go that far Today my accidents are remedies ‘Cause my karma can go that far The world was supposed make my fantasies I’m still playing the playing game Cross the plains Africa I just want to feel I can go that far Today my actions feel like melodies I want a tune that can go that far Today my body feels the gravity and thinks it can only go so far A stone for every grave
8.
Friends, we’ve put it off, you know it’s time We’ve got a lot of work to do, much bad we must undo Now the time has come to tell the world Spread the word to everyone, until all the bad’s undone Too many people are getting fat, struggle for their breath Getting sickness from their water taps Too many people born handicapped Not to mention populations keep on rising off the map Brother traded fathers’ fields for smokestacks Watch out memories turning black Neighbors filled our father’s creek with cow crap And I feel it seeping through Friends, let’s realize the necessities And differentiate between what you want and what you need This economy’s priorities, we’ve got to turn the upside down So our health is number one Too many people are getting fat, struggle for their breath Getting sickness from their water taps Too many people born handicapped Not to mention populations keep on rising off the map Brother traded fathers’ fields for smokestacks Watch out memories turning black Neighbors filled our father’s creek with cow crap And I feel it seeping through Too many product ads Too many fashion fads Too many TV sets Too many garbage bags Too many power plants Too many bureaucrats Too many promises Not enough cleanup plans Too many people don’t know the facts Too many people don’t care to ask Too many people trust governments Too many people are ignorant Too many people don’t see the mess Too many people follow the rest Too many people don’t ask themselves Just where in the world was their garbage sent Brother traded fathers’ fields for smokestacks Watch out memories turning black Neighbors filled our father’s creek with cow crap And I feel it seeping through
9.
I’m taking some time now every day to walk around the block And see what’s new so I’m not surprised when I’m running out of time in this fast city, you’d better run quick Or you’re running late or running into me City Hall’s locked up no one’s getting in no one’s coming out No one gives a damn about politics anymore You say your mind’s messed up we’ve got medicine, pills for aches and pains If you’re feeling ill, take a few of these and a bottle for the road I don’t have a friend who will promise everything And then break each and every word I don’t have a friend who will tax me when I work And then tax me once more when I spend Oh yeah, good friends won’t rip you off but you’re government probably will Oh yeah, good friends won’t piss you off but you’re government probably will I’m taking a break every yesterday to examine my life And the way I’ve lived it and how I’m comfortable In search of the life of luxury, we forget our dreams And what they mean to find what we don’t need And I see the lights they light up the night, so much you can’t Even see the stars, unless they happen to be on the TV screen And the roads cracked up, we’re still driving them, and the lake Dried up, we’re still fishing for any compliment a person can get I don’t have a friend who will drop minimum wage While raising the tuition rates I don’t have a friend who will tax judge what I am worth By my income in a fiscal year Oh yeah, good friends won’t rip you off but you’re government probably will Oh yeah, good friends won’t piss you off but you’re government probably will
10.
River 04:06
I’m taking a ride down the river To forget the troubles I’ve had I come from the swamps and the sewers I’ve passed through the sweet lemon grass To find better times on the river To find time that moves ahead And if my fortune is sour down river Then I’m better off dead I still remember the singer Of a band that I never like He told me the song of the summer Kept getting stuck in his head But when I hear the song of the river I open my heart and sing We carry our tune down river And it spreads through the land Bernie Ebbers is a winner Clifford the dog is a fraud No action belongs in the middle I guess that’s why they believe in a god I know I belong on the river And if I hear them call me back Tell them my home’s on the river And I’m not coming back
11.
My good friend is a half-breed, a mut all jokes aside He picked a neighbor’s roses and for that they’ll have his hide The got him in a jail cell and that is where he stays And they’ll keep him past tomorrow, which it be his wedding day Friends they will be rounding up the wine And I hope to god I get him out in time Yours truly has no money, so I cannot pay the bail The sheriff won’t believe me that the cheque is in the mail I’m begging for their mercy, to show it if they may And not let a bunch of roses ruin someone’s wedding day Flowers will be lining up the aisle And I hope to god I get him out in time After much persuasion, in the end a nope Time was running short so I got myself a rope Tied one end to the window bars, the other to the train And waited for the whistle-blow, which meant my friend’s escape His sweetheart will be putting on her gown And I hope to god I get him out in time And as the train lurched on the line, jus then the sheriff changed his mind and let my friend out with a slap on the wrist With a crash the wall came down and through the dust I see the frown Of the sheriff standing on the other side They got me in a jail cell and that is where I stay But I must go meet my darling when her train comes in today She left me very sorry, many tears I cried She comes back with my promise now that everything is fine Her train enters the station after nine And I hope to god someone gets me out in time And I hope to god someone gets me out in time
12.
When I was old, in elementary school, on my way home I put fruit in the road, watched it all explode When I was old, I lit a plastic bag, it dripped down on My hand, boy did that burn When I was old, I stole all the change from on top of The fridge, when to the corner store for candy and chips No one has to know, pinkie-swear and cross you heart Stick a needle- scout’s honor- on my mother’s soul This story won’t be told Now that I’m old and driving down that road, on my way home I pick up some fruit at the grocery store Now that I’m old and falling in live has quickly come and gone It’s time to have kids- not before a divorce and an invitation Card to my funeral No one has to come, if I were you I wouldn’t go Send your dear condolences on a travel card of A beach in Mexico No one has to come, if I were you I’d stay at home Send your dear condolences on a travel card of A beach in Mexico The signs are pointing to home again Run ‘til I’m losing my breath I know the door would be open if I came right away

about

When our little band first started out, we cut our teeth playing a circuit of coffee shops all around Vancouver. At one such show, an audience member approached us wanting to buy a CD, and said something like “so you’re The Window Sills?”. That tickled us enough that we decided to call our first album just that, paying tribute to that moment right on the front cover. Back then the songs were flowing from all sorts of directions, so we chose to frame each one on its unique window sill, so it would feel at home among its diverse neighbours. This is the album that put us on the map, and still continues to be the crowd favourite.

credits

released November 20, 2007

Written by Tom Prilesky
Produced by Jacob Mullen & The Wind Whistles
Mastered by Jamie Sitar
Tom Prilesky – vocals, guitars, percussion
Liza Moser – vocals, bass
Joy Mullen – drums, handclaps
Jacob Mullen – electric guitars, ukelele
Cris Derksen – cello
Warren Funk – accordion
Aaron McHattie – electric guitar
Lane Tamkin – drums
Al Boyle – drums
Dan Loan – electric guitar
Vojta Prilesky – trumpet
Ben Goldberg – djembe

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The Wind Whistles Vancouver, British Columbia

Indie-folk duo/band that blend whimsical folk with floaty alternative rock, and champion DIY culture and (re)connection to nature.

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