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Sunglasses, Accusation, and a Smile

This Is War – Love and Hate as Two Sides of the Same Coin

This is War is about how relationships can turn from love to hate – neither extremes are probably correct, perhaps both parties have different dreams and a compromise is perhaps not possible. Life can sometimes turn into an existential novel…

An Existential Novel in Three Minutes

Life can unfold like a fragmented novel, each verse a chapter of yearning, regret, and defiance. This Window’s lyrics read like pages torn from a diary: raw, unflinching, and searching for meaning amid the wreckage. The relentless rhythm mirrors the rush of thoughts that swirl when love feels doomed.

A Dual-Edged Narrative

In “This Is War,” This Window lays bare how love can fracture into hate when two hearts chase different dreams. Neither extreme—idealistic romance or seething bitterness—holds the whole truth. The song suggests that sometimes compromise isn’t possible, and the struggle itself becomes the point of no return.

When Dreams Diverge

Relationships often hinge on shared visions. When those visions diverge, connection turns into conflict.

  • both parties hold steadfast to personal ideals
  • dialogue shifts from gentle persuasion to emotional standoffs
  • bridges of understanding collapse under mismatched hopes

Visual Symbolism: Sunglasses, Accusation, and a Smile

The official video alternates between moments of concealment and revelation. Sunglasses mask vulnerability one moment; in the next, accusing eyes lock onto the lens. A fleeting beautiful smile suggests hope or perhaps a final surrender. This interplay of masks and expressions underscores the song’s themes of defence, exposure, and the fine line between affection and antagonism.

Watch “This Is War” by This Window on YouTube and immerse yourself in its haunting exploration of emotional warfare.

The Girl in the Black Bikini – Video

This video is made using a piece of home movie 8mm film from the 1970’s.

The Girl in the Black Bikini is a wistful vignette wrapped in sunlit melancholy—a sonic and lyrical meditation on fleeting beauty, memory, and the quiet rituals of observation. The track unfolds like a slow-motion snapshot, where every detail is imbued with symbolic weight: fluttering deckchairs, sand scattered with tiny stones, and the ephemeral imprint of a towel on the shore.

Lyrical Atmosphere:

The lyrics evoke a cinematic stillness, reminiscent of British seaside nostalgia filtered through a lens of existential longing. Phrases like: “She lays on her towel like a ribbon drawn with sunlit ease” “The English rose reclines into time’s indifferent cradle” …suggest a delicate tension between presence and impermanence. The girl in the black bikini becomes both muse and metaphor—her beauty reigning briefly before being erased by the tide.

Musical Texture:

While the lyrics carry the emotional weight, the music (as heard in the YouTube video) complements the mood with understated instrumentation. There’s a sense of restraint, allowing the words to breathe and the imagery to settle like sand on skin. The pacing mirrors the poem’s rhythm—unhurried, contemplative, and quietly cinematic.

Symbolism & Tone:

This Window leans into British symbolism—the “English rose,” “striped deckchairs,” and “pink bow”—to evoke a cultural archetype of beauty and nostalgia. Yet, the tone is never indulgent. Instead, it’s reflective, almost mournful, as if the narrator knows this moment will dissolve, like the sand imprint that “soon [is] erased.”

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You Stare With Critical Eyes — A Zoo Movie Reflection

An 8mm reel from the 1970s Isle of Wight Zoo flickers with nostalgia and unease. In You Stare With Critical Eyes, This Window draws a haunting parallel between the passive gaze of zoo visitors and the corrosive scrutiny within a failing relationship. When love curdles, criticism becomes the cage—each stare a silent indictment, each word a bar.

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This track doesn’t shout. It watches. It waits. It captures the moment when affection turns forensic, when intimacy is dissected under the cold light of judgment. The zoo becomes a metaphor for emotional captivity, where one partner becomes the spectacle, and the other, the relentless observer.

Star – Vocals, Keyboards, Production
Peter – Guitar, Bass
Samuel – 8mm Film

From their enigmatic Morgue Studio in North Devon, This Window continues to craft music that defies genre and expectation. Their sound—an alchemy of dance, rock, and gothic undertones—is steeped in the DIY ethos of the 1980s cassette culture. With releases spanning vinyl, cassette, CD, and streaming platforms, their reach spans continents and decades.

Having collaborated with labels like Microsoft, Beggars Banquet, and Cherry Red Records, This Window remains fiercely independent—uncompromising in vision, unflinching in emotional truth.

 
 

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Blue Eyes — A Love Story Written in Shadows

In Blue Eyes by This Window, desire is not a gentle tide but a riptide—pulling the narrator into a love that feels as much like possession as it does devotion. The song’s central image—“she stole my soul in her lipstick case”—is a perfect encapsulation of its mood: glamour edged with danger, intimacy laced with theft.

The woman at the heart of the story is no fragile muse. She is strong, independent, and entirely self-possessed, her beauty sharpened by the knowledge of her own power. She is the kind of figure who could walk out of a Bronte novel and into a neon-lit city street—equal parts Catherine Earnshaw and a heroine from a glossy chick-lit paperback, the kind who wears heartbreak like perfume.

Love or Hate?

The narrator’s voice trembles between worship and accusation. Is she a saviour or a destroyer? The song never answers outright, and that’s its brilliance. The “blue eyes” are both sanctuary and snare—windows to a soul that may never truly be his. The romance is painted in chiaroscuro: moments of tenderness lit against the looming shadow of loss.

The Gothic Pulse

Like Wuthering Heights, Blue Eyes thrives on emotional extremity. Love here is not safe—it is elemental, a storm sweeping across the moors. But instead of wind and heather, the setting feels urban and cinematic: lipstick-stained glasses, rain-slick streets, the hum of late-night bars, hanging out at the beach . The woman’s independence is magnetic, but it also makes her untouchable. The constant throbbing of a bass guitar, almost stuck in a constant loop.

The Question of the Ending

Will it end in tragedy? The song leaves us suspended in that exquisite uncertainty. The narrator seems to know that loving her is a kind of slow undoing, yet he cannot turn away. If this is a love story, it is one written in the ink of obsession—where the final chapter could just as easily be a broken heart as a lifetime of longing.

In the end, Blue Eyes is less about resolution and more about the exquisite ache of not knowing. It’s the kind of story where the beauty lies in the bruise, and where the soul—once stolen—might never want to be returned.