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Windows in the Sky

by Alex Henry Foster & The Long Shadows

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亜美
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亜美 I simply love it. It doesn't need words, it's a heart that feels. Because , it is a song that touches my soul. Favorite track: Lavender Sky.
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maxmusicvoice Great album! Almost like a soundtrack here, scratchy guitar textures there... A perfect blend of peaceful moments and heartbreaking ones. Not an album to listen only once. Favorite track: Winter is Coming In.
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marydoune A song that heals the hearts and souls! Favorite track: Shadows of Our Evening Tides.
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(*˘︶˘*).。.:*♡ 嘆きの時期に描かれた美しいキャンバスのように、悲しみと平和に満ちている音楽の旅 Favorite track: Summertime Departures.
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RadarTone discovery of the year!!!!! Favorite track: The Hunter (By the Seaside Window).
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    “Windows in the Sky” is the first solo album by Alex Henry Foster. It is composed of 8 tracks. In all, you get 1 hour of music, mixing elements of post-rock, shoegaze, noise psych, all wrapped in an avant-garde voicing of spoken poetry.

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    “Windows in the Sky” is the first solo album by Alex Henry Foster. It is composed of 8 tracks. In all, you get 1 hour of music, mixing elements of post-rock, shoegaze, noise psych, all wrapped in an avant-garde voicing of spoken poetry.

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1.
I just don't know how it feels anymore Life's drifting in time divided Empire's falling in kingdom's rust In echoes I won't hear when the night is over The beginning, the beginning is the end The beginning, the beginning is the end The beginning There's no refuge for hopelessness No science for broken-hearted frills No ornaments, no light, no light bright enough To cover the darkness of our faithless thrills, no The beginning is the end, the beginning The beginning is the end, the end The pain that bonds it all together The beginning, as we lose, the colors, as we faint, The bloodline, the bloodline turned specter, turned specter as we end The anguish of unknown, unfolded grief The beginning, the beginning is the end The beginning, the beginning is the end The end I don't know how to cover the rues at my feet Mercy's hidden like a lonesome treasure And sorrow's evil, but when it's all you've got It's a dear friend holding your crestfallen woes The beginning, the beginning is the end, the end The beginning, the beginning is the end The edge may cover the words of disruption Its youthful dream, its youthful dream may fool you into believing That the voices you hear, you hear, you hear May come from heaven and beyond But static is the noise whispering in your ears The beginning is the end The beginning is the end The pain that bonds it all together The beginning, as we lose, the colors as we faint The bloodline turned specter as we end The bloodline, the bloodline as we end The beginning The anguish of unknown, unfolded grief The beginning, the beginning is the end The beginning, the beginning is the end The beginning is the end A man is falling, falling, falling on his knees A man is falling, falling, falling on his knees A man is falling, falling, falling on his knees A man is falling, falling, falling on his knees A man is falling, falling, falling, falling, falling on his knees A man is falling, falling, falling, falling, falling on his knees The beginning is the end
2.
So I heard another winter is coming Never truly knew what to make out of it I spent my whole life crafting storms of my own Always looking for new possible ways to avoid the shades of my pale shadowing reflection Confused with lights, confessing pieces of my everlasting sorrows Have I lost my senses? I don't know So I heard another winter's coming It might be hard to believe, looking back at it now As if my world lost its senses many, many years ago Like old wooden horses turning through childhood memories But pure laughter doesn't come that easy anymore As we keep turning around, looking for places to land our long saddened days Have I lost, have I lost my senses? May we be saints, may we be whores or a little bit of both, like much of everything else I guess in the end, it's not that much about the truth But how good we became at turning late night illusions into a bright morning view It's never that easy I suppose, to kneel down with a smile When we kept denying our souls from the magic shining through Have I lost, have I lost my senses? Have we lost our senses? I don't know Have I lost my senses? Have we lost our senses? Have I lost my senses? Have we lost our, our senses? Have I lost my senses? Have I lost? Our winter's coming in Our winter's coming in, I heard Our winter's coming in Our winter's coming in I wish I could say it's looking at the sun that I've lost all sight of hopeful colors That I've turned blind to others, others' hearts beating their breezes and gentle kisses And I'm laying down, shoulders stroked, I'm crumbling on dirty ground, tired and weary If only I could stop If only I could stop the overflowing mournful sand from falling on my hourglass eyes I swear, I would My darkened spirit ruins, into a brand new glowing let go filled with wonders If only I could stop, I swear If only I could stop for one second I swear, I would Have I lost my senses? I don't know Have I lost my senses? Have I lost my senses? Have I lost? Our winter's coming in Our winter's coming in, I heard Our winter's coming in Our winter's coming in Goodbye youthful shivers, goodbye Goodbye youthful shivers, goodbye Majestic halo, my dazzling twilight Goodbye, goodbye Winter's coming in Winter's coming in
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(The weight of the world is love. Under the burden of solitude, under the burden of dissatisfaction the weight, the weight we carry is love. but we carry the weight wearily, and so must rest in the arms of love at last, must rest in the arms of love. No rest without love, no sleep without dreams of love-- The warm bodies shine together in the darkness, the hand moves to the center of the flesh, the skin trembles in happiness and the soul comes joyful to the eye-- yes, yes, that's what I wanted, I always wanted, I always wanted, to return to the body where I was born.) We all wish to find a place, to go back as a friend To hear our names from the high-wave stand We all wish to find a place We all wish to find a place, to go back as a lover We stir and swirl, we kneel and hope, we cry and pray Trying to follow We all wish to find a place, to go back as a lover To feel the tide from our high-wave stand In the shadows between the lights In the shadows of our evening tides I never learned how to swim Like water in my hands, on your lips In the shadows of our evening tides In the shadows between the lights In the shadows of our evening tides In the shadows between the lights
4.
A gun has been fired, echoes from the mountain can't lie The hunters, the hunters have been tracking their preys from early morning The snow is still flickering through the cold breezing sky The blood on the ground is slowly disappearing underneath The hunter is coming December's falling down and time suddenly seems too numb to care I never thought it could be that cold here The hunter is coming, the hunter is coming down, the hunter is Another footstep away from you, lost in distant storms My long view's blurry by slow streaming cast and tones The hunter is coming My heart's howling for spring, for memories to revive But high hopes never bloom from our saddened demise The hunter, the hunter is coming The hunter, the hunter is coming, coming for me The prey is laying down in the freezing evening cold Wounded by the very same hands that used to feed his land The winter The air so sweet and soft, almost perfume, over its body, broken, broken, broken Horizon's never been that magnificent, that vivid and free But freedom has a color that I just can't see The hunter, the hunter is coming, the hunter The men, tired of their ceremonial walk over, walk over the hill Standing witnesses, life leaving traces of a dream now fading into the night I'm breathing in, I'm breathing in and out, I'm breathing in I'm breathing in, I'm breathing in and out The hunter, the hunter is coming I'm breathing, I'm breathing in and out I'm breathing Another footstep away from you, I'm lost in distant storms Another footstep away My long view's blurry by slow streaming cast and tones Seaside never felt that far, never felt that unreachable My heart's howling, my heart's howling for spring, for memories to revive The hunter is coming But high hopes never bloom The hunter is coming I'm breathing in, I'm breathing out I'm breathing in, I'm breathing out The hunter is coming I'm breathing in, I'm breathing out The hunter is coming I never thought it could be that cold here The winter is coming, the winter is coming, the hunter is coming Forgiveness is a gift, much like love carries its goodwill stray We watch a new day, rising from afar, kneeling our last breath away And I'm breathing in, and I'm breathing out The hunter is coming, the hunter is coming As we stand under a crystal curtain of dazzling gold Beholding a last image of youthful faith The hunter is coming The hunter is coming Don't you wait for me Don't you wait for me The hunter is coming The hunter, the hunter, the hunter is coming The hunter, the hunter is coming, the hunter Forgiveness is a gift, much like love carries you away, away The hunter is coming The hunter is coming Winter is coming The hunter is coming Coming for me Coming for me Coming for me The hunter, the hunter, the hunter is coming for me Coming for me Coming for me Coming for me He's coming, he's coming, he's coming, he's coming for me And I'm breathing in, breathing out Forgiveness is a gift, much like love carries its goodwill stray One step away from you Don't wait for me, I won't be back this time, won't come home tonight I've closed my eyes in peaceful glimpses of pure white sky, I've closed my eyes And I'm thinking of you, feeding the fire, the fire Our dreamful laughter life I'm thinking about you I'm thinking Don't wait for me, I won't be back this time, don't wait for me Don't wait for me, I won't come home tonight I've closed my eyes in peaceful glimpses of pure white sky I'm thinking of you, feeding the fire of our dreamful laughter life Now I'm standing, I'm standing by the seaside window, looking at you And I'm looking at you, looking at you Don't wait for me, I won't be back this time, don't wait for me Don't wait for me, I won't be back this time, don't wait for me The hunter, the hunter, the hunter, the hunter is coming The hunter is coming And he's coming for me But high hopes never bloom from our saddened demise Not until flowers unfold their pure redeeming blue, until we find peace with our hunter's rue The hunter is coming The hunter is coming Don't wait for me, the hunter is coming I won't be back this time, the hunter is coming I won't come home tonight, the hunter is coming And I've closed my eyes, and I'm thinking about you Don't wait for me, I won't be back this time, no no no no The hunter is coming, the hunter is coming The hunter is coming And I'm standing right above your seaside window shine Just a footstep away from you I'm breathing in, I'm breathing out I'm breathing in, I'm breathing out I'm breathing in
5.
The visitors, waiting to dwell into the lights Covering their eyes before the man newly turned into a ghost The view is foggy, and so are memories The sound seems so distant, but the emotion is so vivid, so real A picture, a few words, a box, some ashes True endings always find a way to be summarized Turn life into a faint suitable piece of lonesome shine We look around in disarray, the mirror's bleak, nobody sees So real, so real There will be time for you and I For morning tides to lift us all back into the lights There will be time So real There will be time, there will be time There will be time, there will be time for you and I There will be time, there will be time for you and I There will be time, there will be time There will be snowflakes in July Strangers defining the rights from the wrongs The place got colder as time passes by Existence, like love, is never easy to comprehend It comes and goes, a gift for some, a curse for others Always, so real There will be time For tears, pain, sorrows, and emptiness In absence of answers, I kept everything inside I wish I could have cried, could have felt something But I stood in silence, lost into the dark, wide awake, blindfolded So real Always There will be time There will be time There will be snowflakes in July So real There will be time, there will be time So real There will be time, there will be time There will be snowflakes in July The visions onward, everything gets so blurry as I grow weak Is it possible to go through, to change our ways Heard universe ain't old enough for stars to fill the night Insensitive we are to the wavelengths, all coming from the sky So real, so real, so real There will be time, there will be time There will be time, always There will be time, there will be time for you and I There will be time, there will be time for you and I There will be time, there will be time For you and I We pray, bow down, muse and contemplate Scattering the past in places that used to be alive Recall the joys we now hold onto with so much care Haunted by the fear of forgetting voices and desires Always, so real So real, always Always But there will be time for morning tides to lift us all into the lights, into the lights To go back into the lights, always For you and I
6.
I've been covering my eyes, barely holding breath Haven't slept much, can't figure how it goes down The struggles, the damage, the faithless trials It doesn't change the way I feel about you now Lost in the winds of summertime departures I've seen you I've seen the clouds bloom and disappear Silences feeding their own masterful cheers Uplifting praise beholding love, lifetime gold Enough for me to count my every haven funerals Lost in winds of summertime departures I've seen you Alive and well I've seen you And we're all set to lose One day or another We're all set to lose And I set stones on your sanctum shrine Wrote down a few words so I could remember I hate to say, but I told you so, so many times And I set stones on your sanctum shrine Wrote down a few words of my own so I could remember Remember Remember Remember that it's not your death that hurts the most It's the sadness that I kept growing between us Drifting from places where I always felt stuck and in the way Lost in the winds of summertime departures And I hate to say, but I told you so So many times before We're all set to lose One way or the other We're all set to lose In the end We're all set to lose And I see now And I hate to say I told you so So many times before Oh I see now And it's not the fights, the fights we had That kept me away from you I've been sticking around, as long as I could I've been sticking around, as long as I could For you to decline my care, my invitations The lantern's tired, the fog's still growing Shadow's howling, shadow's howling Waiting to take you away from me, to fly away, to fly away with you And I'm tired, and I hate to say I told you And I set stones on your sanctum shrine Wrote down a few words so I could remember That it's not your death that hurts the most It's the sadness that I kept growing between us Lost in the winds of summertime departures And I see now And I hate to say I told you so So many times before Oh I see now And it's not the fights, the fights we had That kept me away from you Sometimes, when I'm able to find some peace I dream I could sail through the past, beyond my craving illusions To let my teardrops fall into the ocean Hoping they'll reach you out somewhere And I'll see you one day Coming back for me
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The trigger's pulled on long-distance goodbyes The trigger's pulled, the word's confessed The trigger's pulled, one last embrace The trigger's pulled And the sun falls down from a far, far distance Through all we share Until we all go down, down, down Kneeling for grace And the sun falls down from a far, far distance Through all we share Until we all go down, down, down Kneeling for grace From a stranger to another, another Lavender sky Another The pain's scattered, and time's wrapping its youthful promise We've got new temples and prays But the fears remain the same, never feels any better Silent motion through science and flares But it's gets older as we fade, never as we fare And the sun falls down from a far, far distance Through all we share Until we all go down, down, down Kneeling for grace From a stranger to another, another Lavender sky Another The trigger's pulled, I'm drifting away The trigger's pulled, without a trace The trigger's pulled If truth is the sorrow we bare If truth is the sorrow We pull the trigger with every step We pull the trigger with every step We pull the trigger We're setting fire on a moment that matters Illusions covering the bad from the worst Reflecting motion, reflecting motion From a stranger to another, the good like the worst We're pulling the trigger, we're pulling the trigger And it hurts like the truths we denied one another To keep our faith in what doesn't feel any better
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The journey comes with joyful streams Joyful streams and tearful motions The journey comes The journey comes with joyful streams and tearful motions The love that moves, forgives and heals The journey comes With joyful streams, tearful motions The end is beginning The end is beginning The end is beginning The love that moves The end is beginning and I will find you when the night is over Through shadows of time, ghosts of past sufferings I will conquer darkness and make it shine The end The end is beginning I will embrace the lights and let memories find their peace through shadows of time The end is beginning I will find you when the night is over The love that moves The love that moves The end is beginning The end is beginning and I'm no longer afraid to make it mine To let my spirit flow, my heartfelt soul transform and molt To keep my eyes in bloom, to look at you in all wonders The end is beginning and I'm no longer afraid to make it mine To keep my eyes in bloom The end is beginning The love that moves, forgives and heals Through shadows of time, ghosts of past sufferings I will conquer darkness and make it shine I will conquer darkness and make it shine The end is beginning Windows in the sky

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“Windows in the Sky” is the first solo album from Alex Henry Foster, lead singer and songwriter for the Juno Awards nominee post-rock band Your Favorite Enemies.

Written between Tangier and Montreal, “Windows in the Sky” has been crafted in a fragile state of emotional isolation following the passing of his father, a devoted believer to whom he was estranged, after a long battle with cancer. Foster explores the nature of faithlessness, sorrows and solitude while trying to find hopeful directions within the disorientation and the confusion brought about by grief.

In the likes of Radiohead, Swans, Mogwai and Nick Cave, AHF’s delicate and stormy musical journey embodies a singular mix of art rock, shoegaze, noise, psych and krautrock, and is defined by a blend of intimate voicing and introspective spoken poetry. It is an 8-track cinematic voyage that incarnates a distorted voice trying to make sense of its fading echoes, exuding the last pieces of its self-preservative make-believes, trying to hold onto the deceptive views of every shadowing ghosts reflections it is fighting to keep alive, in order to suppress the painful image of the person it might have become, freed from the distorted narrative it was bound to in order to avoid suffering any longer.

Foster describes his first solo project as a contemplative and reflective landscape where purposelessness, vulnerability and disarray press for an honest examination of the true character of your personal spirituality, the distress of your life’s failures and the everlasting sense of regret that keeps on blooming as you try to survive the implacable bewilderment of loss and the mourning reality of your own impermanent existence.

“For years, I’ve been looking for deep personal emotions to be channeled within the safe and elusive context of a band’s dynamic, so I wouldn’t have to be exposed through their real colors, wouldn’t have to assume any intimate implication. I simply hid behind the thick curtain of distant screams and uprising noises. It’s only when my father passed and that I slowly started to work on the songs that would ultimately define the spirit of “Windows in the Sky” that I had to admit that unless I would be willing to tear that bleak veil of fears down, I wouldn’t be able to let any of those vivid emotions be, wouldn’t be able to free them from my exultant struggle to stand into the light… and therefore to have my depressive soul emancipated through the honest embracement of those hidden emotions… one glimmer at the time… which is exactly how the album would finally come to life.”

Entirely recorded in early 2018 at the Upper Room Studio - Your Favorite Enemies’ Catholic church turned professional recording studio facility - Foster invited his bandmates to contribute to the final stage of a few songs’ musical arrangements as he concluded the album’s self-production.

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Alex Henry Foster Montreal, Québec

Alex Henry Foster (AHF) is a Canadian musician, singer, producer, and composer, best known as the frontman of Juno Awards nominee band Your Favorite Enemies.

In November 2018, Foster released a first solo album "Windows in the Sky”.

In April 2021, he released his live album and film “Standing Under Bright Lights”, featuring his first concert at the Festival International de Jazz de Montréal.
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