The Walmen

by The Walmen

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These recordings were made with open source software and OS in the winter of 2011/2012, after our only show at the Albion Hotel.

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released 24 April 2012

Alex Harris (guitar, vox, percussion, sound engineering),
Trevor Heywood (bass),
Kurt Refling (keyboard, midis, vox, lyrics),
Mike Zima (drums, vox, lyrics).

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The Walmen Guelph, Ontario

The Walmen were a Canadian jam rock band based out of Guelph, Ontario. These recordings, made in the winter of 2011/2012, featured Alex Harris (guitar, vox, percussion, sound engineering), Trevor Heywood (bass), Kurt Refling (keyboard, midis, vox), and Mike Zima (drums, vox). ... more

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Track Name: Hail to the Weather
Our world’s a storm
Whether wealthy or war torn
So, hail
Hail to the weather
All shepherd’s sheep
Must hide from the sleet
So, hail
Hail to the weather

Jacob walks out
All his hair is astray
Last penny spent
It’s a cracking stormy day
Torrents of shouts
His cries far and away
From the billowing tent
Of gray clouds, an ashtray
That covers his world

Helena smiles
Cup of tea in her hand
Warmth of her lover
And her heart
Is on dry land
Muted raindrops
Soak some faraway sand
Roof as her mother
Sheltering, understands
As she lies unfurled

Our world’s a storm
Whether wealthy or war torn
So, hail
Hail to the weather
All shepherd’s sheep
Must hide from the sleet
So, hail
Hail to the weather
Track Name: Onion Goggles
No more sorrow with my
Onion goggles
Track Name: Four Bronze Keys
And all that’s left but empty air
Is four bronze keys and a silver spare.

It feels cold with the door open
Carried things beside carried thoughts
Goodbyes said and some unspoken
A clang as we divide the pots
And shoes, and forks, and things we bought

And all that’s left but empty air
Is four bronze keys and a silver spare.

Bittersweet change fills the air
And we leave
Four bronze keys and a silver spare