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Borders

by Blue Windows

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1.
Water in Wine Sometimes we don’t understand Still waters that run deep Like a book with picture pages Where the thoughts are yours to keep So you think you think the same But never say the things I say I feel I’m turning in circles But don’t want to come around So pour me all over But drown in my water ‘Cause I can’t draw the line It feels like it’s compromise So pour me all over But drown in my water ‘Cause I can’t draw the line I feel like water in wine One of these days could be one of those days Where we don’t say what we ought to say can’t read between the lines of the page If we’re not meeting each other half way So pour me all over But drown in my water ‘Cause I can’t draw the line It feels like it’s compromise So pour me all over But drown in my water ‘Cause I can’t draw the line I feel like water in wine I feel I’m turning in circles But don’t want to come around So Pour me all over But Drown in my water ‘Cause I can’t draw the line It feels like it’s compromise So Pour me all over But Drown in my water ‘Cause I can’t draw the line I feel like water in wine © W.Kenbeek/P.Albone
2.
Gone Fishing 04:11
Gone Fishing I can't wait to see your face The first time that you see Someone else is driving Your funky red MG And I'd love to watch your eyes When you see a certain 'she' Is the driver, and she bought your car From none other than me You'll be amazed at what she paid For your car ... such a steal Well, you shouldn't have put it in my name In that tax avoidance deal And you shouldn't have just left it here When you said you had to go A fraction of its value? Well,….how was I to know? It’s a sweet sweet thing When you call me on the phone And I play back your message saying You want those things you own But It's a sweet sweet thing To give what I don't need A little lure of vengeance hooks the big fish of greed Your Armani suits sit proudly In some second hand store I'd tell you where it is But can’t remember any more And you can claim back your speakers And that big expensive amp From the neighbour who hates you You know - the kickboxing champ? You smugly made me pay In your ugly little way When you told me you were leaving And I was begging you to stay But the lure was too tempting The line was too strong The fish may be taking The bait before too long Its a sweet sweet thing When you're knocking on my door And I pay you no attention To even up the score It's a sweet sweet thing To see the mess you're in Thanks for the loan You should have changed your PIN Yes it hurt when you called me names It hurt when you weren’t fair And it hurt when you'd come home Smelling of perfume I don’t wear And it hurt when you met her Then left me on my own But it felt so good in so many ways When she dropped you like a stone Its a sweet sweet thing From your head to your toes Your feat was survival It comes, then it goes But It's a sweet sweet thing To give away what I don't need A little lure of vengeance caught A big fish indeed © Sampson/Kenbeek/Albone
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Taste of Danger I’m still chasing cars Playing in the undertow Barking at the stars, wondering where you are Better that I'll never know I still play with fire Hoping that I might get burned Toying with desire, teasing to the wire Thinking that I'll never learn Some things I earn, some things I steal There's an angel on my shoulder But the devil's got the wheel I toe the line, but then I fall Cuz' heaven knows I like the taste of danger most of all Standing on a ledge Don't you know I want to jump Not that I would give my desire to live I just want to try it once I just wanna know What it is to make the leap How the wind would blow, how fast I could go Who would pray my soul to keep Some things I earn, some things I steal There's an angel on my shoulder But the devil's got the wheel I toe the line, but then I fall Cuz' heaven knows I like the taste of danger most of all It all comes down to this There's a million souls out there Dying for a wish, longing for a kiss Searching for someone to care On any given day You can hear their songs and cries Kneeling down to pray, wishing they could say They had never compromised Some things I earn, some things I steal There's an angel on my shoulder But the devil's got the wheel I toe the line, but then I fall Cuz' heaven knows I like the taste of danger most of all Some things I steal Most things I earn The angel's getting older But the devil never learns Most days i'm fine, some days I fall Cuz' heaven knows I like the taste of danger most of all Danger most of all.
4.
Monday Mornings in May You read the paper, watch the news Radio’s playing Sunday blues There’s still so much you want to do Before you leave this place It’s your legacy of honesty Which leads me to believe How lucky I am, 'Cause you said ‘till we meet again But until then… We’ll eat ice cream on winter days Laugh at silly jokes you make Feel your strong embrace Can I freeze frame today But Monday morning in May Will never be the same Wish I could keep you here But you could not stay Monday morning in May Salty taste on my face Your blue eyes on a blue, blue day Fade away, on that morning in May And now there ain't no Ice cream on winter days (like you used to) Laugh at silly jokes you make Feel your warm embrace Get me out of this frame Now days roll into other days And memories now take your place Thoughts of you still come in waves Feels like I drown some days Like that morning in May Monday mornings in May Monday mornings © W.Kenbeek
5.
Borders 04:46
Borders Just rubble build on rocks and weed To the west and aqua see Desert sands surround this place Sands of time are hard to face I’m just like you if you care to ask But you stay true to a given task When we’re gone who’ll tell our tales Then who’ll care if all else fails Born between the sea and sands Strong winds blow across this land Great minds decided history Gave no thought to what might be Build from books of inspiring thoughts Views of men, or higher courts Lines on the map are neat and thin Borders in the sand get trampled in One thing I am sure about People of a cause show no doubt Borders drawn to start it all Borders blown, the peace will fall Pride is just a kindling wood Then raw emotion fans the mood Other they just talk their talk And don’t intend to walk the walk Strength in arms and strength in peace The undecided seek release If I go, or If I stay There’s still some border not far away © A.Gentle/P.Albone
6.
Waiting for the Cat The moment you arrive I feel it Show you the door When I see your backbone receding I want you just a little bit more Thought I had a noose around my neck Thought I had shoes made of stone It's four in the morning and I’m wide-awake, yawning Waiting for the cat to come home I don’t know where she goes to Not sure if she’s coming back Maybe there’s a tiger in her tank Maybe she runs with the pack I don’t know how lucky I am Always something more She pounced while I cat-napped Impaled on the tip of her claw Last night’s dinner’s congealed on the wall Breakfast’s in a bowl on the floor Every sound’s a key - turning the night Burning a hole in the door Grass is always greener Easier to be alone Next-door’s dog is just a little bit meaner Waiting for the cat to come home I don’t know where she comes from Not sure if she’s under attack Maybe there’s a goldfish in her bowl Maybe there’s a monkey on her back I don’t know how lucky I am Not sure if I even care All I know is I spend each night Wide awake on this kitchen chair I like a lot of cats on my hot tin I’m never satisfied Keeps me grinning like some Cheshire lunatic Categorically denied I think I’ll fly to Paris Think I’m going to fly to Rome I’d rather fly to Kathmandu, man I’m waiting for the cat to come home I’d like to say what I really feel But something’s got my tongue Catatonic me, catastrophic you Something went wrong Grass is always longer Easier to be alone Everything I do is just a little bit wronger Waiting for the cat to come home Waiting for the cat to come home Waiting for the cat to come Waiting for the cat to come… Home © G.Sampson
7.
KEEP IT TO YOURSELF YOU SAY YOU’D LIKE TO KILL THE MAN WHO BROKE MY HEART YOU DON’T THINK HE SHOULD BE ALLOWED TO LIVE YOU SAY YOU WANT TO SHOOT THE DUDE WHO SCREWED ME UP ME, I’M TRYING SO HARD TO FORGIVE BUT HERE’S HIS ADDRESS, HERE’S HIS PICTURE HERE’S THE MAKE AND MODEL OF HIS CAR HE WORKS UNTIL 4:30 THEN HE HANGS OUT AT THE TOPLESS BAR WITH A GIRL ON EACH ARM IF HE SHOULD COME TO HARM JUST KEEP IT TO YOURSELF REMEMBER HOW HE CHEATED AND HE LIED TO ME YOU TOLD ME THAT IT MAKES YOU LOSE YOUR HEAD I SEE THEY’RE POURING CONCRETE ON ROUTE 33 I DON’T BELIEVE YOU’D DO THOSE THINGS YOU SAID BUT HERE’S HIS ADDRESS, HERE’S HIS PICTURE HERE’S HIS PAGER NUMBER AND HIS CELL HE WORKS OUT AT THE HEALTH CLUB AND HE REALLY LIKES TO WATCH HIMSELF FLEXING IN THE MIRROR IF HE SHOULD DISAPPEAR JUST KEEP IT TO YOURSELF I LIKE THE WAY THAT YOU TAKE CARE OF ME I LIKE THE WAY THAT YOU SAY THAT YOU’LL TAKE CARE OF THINGS SO HERE’S HIS ADDRESS, HERE’S HIS PICTURE HERE’S THE MAKE AND MODEL OF HIS CAR HE WORKS UNTIL 4:30 THEN HE HANGS OUT AT THE TOPLESS BAR WITH A GIRL ON EACH ARM IF HE SHOULD BUY THE FARM JUST KEEP IT TO YOURSELF KEEP IT TO YOURSELF KEEP IT TO YOURSELF B.Demain/A.Rigby
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Different to You You can pick my background by the colour of my skin You can tell if I've drunk to much by the state I'm in You can tell if I'm rich or poor By the clothes you see me wear Well you might not approve If you hear me swear I don't care what you think of me I don't care what you do I'm not crazy I'm just different to you You can tell where I've come from By the way that I talk You presume to know what I believe From the institutions into which I walk You might like to judge me By the things you see me do You think that's who I am But I've got some news for you I don't care what you think of me I don't care what you do I'm not crazy I'm just different to you You think you can punish me By calling me names Well, you need to know I'm immune to your little games You think that's all there is This surface you see If you're not prepared to talk Then you'll never know a thing about me I don't care what you think of me I don't care what you do I'm not crazy I'm just different to you You can pick my background by the colour of my skin You can tell if I've drunk to much by the state I'm in You say that you know me But are you so sure With your mind closed You'll only find what you're looking for I don't care what you think of me I don't care what you do I'm not crazy I'm just different to you © G.Sampson
9.
Interestingly I did a double take at the Jackson party Since when did you- become so arty You started talking to me You said you made me feel like I was in the room When I really didn’t know what to do with myself And everybody else there as well It’s not impossible, just highly improbable I look but I cannot see ‘cause what I like is always further Than what’s just inside of me Interestingly Just a hey and a smile before you rolled away Made me feel like I could stay and be okay Everything is getting clear We usually find what we’re looking for When we stop looking at the cracks in the floor ‘Cause it ain’t there at all It’s not impossible, just highly improbable Can’t seem to see what I need to see ‘cause what I like is always further Than what’s just inside of me It don’t have to be © W.Kenbeek/P.Albone
10.
Art of Happiness The scent of cinnamon and spice, travel through my wandering mind A trail of sweet delights And the people I’ve met, spark a beautiful light On that warm summers night So I’m wearing your necklace tonight, as tonight I’ll be thinking of you your kindness so true How could I forget, such beautiful people (Like Mouna and Sineb) It’s the art of happiness These beautiful people have They give more than what they get It’s the art of happiness These beautiful people have They give more than what they get Now we sit down near the waterfront, our tables are not far apart As we’re basking in the tapas bar The wine kept on flowing, and conversations were joined On how their ship sailed in They say goodbye, we’ve had a ball, they say, we say, give us a call And leaving much later Our dinner was paid for. Memories of Barcelona (And Tony and Manuela) Under that Tuscan setting sun, the flavours of simplicity Remind me how it used to be Of stirring and storing, and grappa-soaked stories When the harvest comes in, like their fathers and fathers have done Till the fields are a ’glowing, in the autumn setting sun In Bella Val D’Orcia, the rat race’s overcome At Cretaiole e Pienza (And Carlo and Isabella) It’s the art of happiness It's what beautiful people have They give more than what they get It’s the art of happiness It's what beautiful people have They give more than what they get © W.Kenbeek/ P.Albone
11.
Purpose and Will You rough up my hair In the midst of autumn when All should be calm and still You find me there And when I’m unaware You wrap right around me And you move through the trees Like a whisper On a breeze to my will And you move me Like a whisper On a breeze Like you move the sea And it rolls right along Eventually, reaching me Down at my feet The sand weakening From underneath And you keep me searching for Higher ground Moving around Keeping me from standing still To never give up To never look down Not drifting around Without purpose or will Though your heart is still You give me purpose and will Though your heart is still You light up my sky In the darkest of night Even black can be bright And you remind me To always go left Where others go right And you keep me searching for Higher grounds Moving around You’re keeping me from standing still And to never give up And to never look down Not drifting around (Keep me from drifting around) Without purpose or will Though your heart is still You give me purpose and will Though your heart is still © W.Kenbeek

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Quirky themes and perspectives wrapped up in Blue Windows style, this album has mostly original lyrics and music, with folky fun and heart warming tunes, spiced up with a dash of country, bluesy and jazzy tones.

Blue Windows are:
Wendy Kenbeek - lead vocals, guitar, harmonica
Paul Albone - guitars, percussion
Geoff Sampson - keyboard, guitar
Alex Gentle - bass
Stuart Hinks - drums, harmony vocals

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released March 2, 2019

Blue Windows - Album production
Ash Chan - harmony vocals
Roy Green - Greenman Studios, Ocean Grove
Paul Fox - Indie Masters, Melbourne
Paul Albone - additional production and audio engineering

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Blue Windows Melbourne, Australia

Blue Windows is an original indie modern folk band based in Melbourne and Geelong region.

We play modern folk, spiced up with a dash of blues & roots, a teaspoon of country and a drizzle of jazz.

We write and play our own songs with re-imaginings of a few of our favourite songs with a refreshing Blue Windows twist.

We love playing at festivals, wineries, weddings and music venues.
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