The band was started by songwriter Chris Cheveyo in the fall of 2010 in the Central District of Seattle, Washington. The project began with a few rough demos done alone at home and slowly began to take shape as the band amassed members. Bandmates were primarily friends of Chris Cheveyo. Rabia Shaheen Qazi began provides vocals, David Davila performs on piano and organ. Former bandmates of Cheveyo, Nils Petersen and Pat Schowe were enlisted for electric guitar and drums. Richie Rekow and Veronica Dye play bass and flute respectively.
Label-less at the time, Rose Windows began making plans for recording The Sun Dogs in November 2011. The band sought out local producer Randall Dunn based on his past success with Sunn O))) & Boris, Earth, and Master Musicians of Bukkake. Other local musicians were later brought on board to add harp, pedal steel, viola, and cello.
In June 2013, Rose Windows released their debut album, The Sun Dogs, for Sub Pop Records.
The band follows standard Western traditions in their instrumentation, using the basic tools employed in past decades of American and British rock music. Elements of The Band's folk-infused rock, The Doors organ-driven psychedelia, and Black Sabbath's blues-based dirges can be heard in Rose Window's debut album The Sun Dogs.
The band announced via facebook on March 30 2015 that they would not be continuing on as a musical group, and all future appearances cancelled.
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Indian Summer
Rose Windows Lyrics
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out through the wild grass; a dress
thereâs gold reflecting lives playing for your eyes
youâd be damned if you were found
before the sun, the ground
from the journey grows the need to see
unwavering proof and seditious needs
itâs embroidered in our times
the burning need to run
toward the East, the West, the one
Within the pulsing cells of marigolds
as they relate themselves to the hills
they amplify the light and rest on through the night
so turn the pages, dear
and stare excelsior
swirling vultures how they radiate
cast a darkness on the waves
lets pray that they survive
tie strings and make them kites
as the train moves on through here
to the end and steering clear
Just hide your thoughts in the shadow of the moon
as it breaks upon the aging trees
the yearn for more dances through the leaves
like a dead-beat faustian dream
so we tie our rope to a branch and with a snap!
thereâs only one thing left to see
The song 'Indian Summer' by Rose Windows explores the human longing for adventure and wanderlust. The lyrics are poetic and evoke a sense of nostalgia and desire for something more. The song opens with a scene of abandoned train tracks and old inns, setting the tone for a journey through uncharted territories. The singer describes a dress shining in the sun, representing the allure of the unknown and the sense of freedom that comes with taking risks. The lyrics continue to describe the need for proof and defiance towards the status quo, which is embroidered in our times and glows in idle wine, a metaphor for the intoxicating and addictive nature of exploration.
The chorus of the song shifts to a more naturalistic landscape, where marigolds pulse with life, amplifying the light and settling into the night. This natural imagery is contrasted with the darkness of the swirling vultures, a reminder that even the beauty of the earth can be dangerous and unpredictable. The singer hopes that they survive in this harsh environment and ties strings to make kites, a symbol of hope and dreaming in difficult circumstances.
Towards the end of the song, the lyrics become more self-reflective and introspective. The singer encourages the listener to hide their thoughts in the shadow of the moon, a moment of introspection and contemplation amidst the chaos and excitement of life. The yearning for more is compared to a dead-beat Faustian dream, a reference to the German legend of a man who makes a deal with the devil for infinite knowledge and worldly pleasures. The song ends with a sudden snap, signalling that there is only one thing left to see - the unknown and infinite possibilities that lie ahead.
Line by Line Meaning
Amidst the rusted rails and worn out inns
In the middle of abandoned tracks and tired lodgings
out through the wild grass; a dress
Emerging from the untamed grass; dressed in nature
there's gold reflecting lives playing for your eyes
There are glimmering moments that showcase the beauty of life
you'd be damned if you were found
You'd be in trouble if you were discovered
before the sun, the ground
The earth is awaiting the sun's arrival
from the journey grows the need to see
Traveling instills a desire to explore further
unwavering proof and seditious needs
Concrete evidence and rebellious wants
it's embroidered in our times
It's a defining characteristic of our era
and glows in idle wine
And it shines during moments of relaxation
the burning need to run
The intense desire to escape
toward the East, the West, the one
In any direction possible
Within the pulsing cells of marigolds
Inside the vibrant petals of marigold flowers
as they relate themselves to the hills
As they connect with the surrounding landscape
they amplify the light and rest on through the night
They enhance the glow and endure until morning
so turn the pages, dear
So keep moving forward, my love
and stare excelsior
And gaze towards success
swirling vultures how they radiate
Rotating birds of prey shining brightly
cast a darkness on the waves
Create a shadow over the waves
lets pray that they survive
Hope that they make it through
tie strings and make them kites
Fasten strings to them to create flying objects
as the train moves on through here
As the locomotive continues through this area
to the end and steering clear
Until the conclusion and avoiding obstacles
Just hide your thoughts in the shadow of the moon
Simply conceal your ideas under the moon's shade
as it breaks upon the aging trees
As the moonlight penetrates the elderly trees
the yearn for more dances through the leaves
The longing for additional experiences flutters in the foliage
like a dead-beat faustian dream
Like an impossible dream that ends badly
so we tie our rope to a branch and with a snap!
Therefore, we attach our rope to a bough and abruptly
there's only one thing left to see
There is only one remaining sighting
Contributed by Samuel V. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Planet Jupiter
I'm loving this band man
Chonkachella
Her voice is perfect.
Nathan Clarke
hate to joke when this band is so absolutely talented and has a beautiful sound.. your all gonna hate this but semi-agree, but doesn't take away from the music that the female singer looks like an older Rebecca Black
TheKubrick182
LOVE THIS FUCKIN´ BAND¡¡¡¡¡¡¡
Bryan Rogers
please get back together
Luiz Cesar Lima
fucking good song: what a poem the lyrics are!
Drawingcolours
i thought it was a cover.. but i wasn't disappointed
nappingonarock
This is probably the only time I'd find that statement acceptable.
beanflikrful
this is some haute shit
Lacroix Boix
I was expecting a pedro cover... but i like it anyway.