The WildViolets

As an integral part of any song, lyrics act a way for artists to divulge their thoughts with listeners, but with so many songs out there, how can you be sure to hear all of these messages?

To grasp these hidden meanings, we have asked The WildViolets to showcase some of their favourite, original lyrics and are pleased to feature them as part of our Waxing Lyrical series. 

Today’s Waxing Lyrical With The WildViolets dives into the lyrics of their brand-new single ‘Indian Summer’.

The WildViolets have taken a unique turn in music since meeting at university. Creating a fresh ‘funky pop’ sound, the experienced act often includes a rich brass section with a sizzling blend of songs inspired by icons like Amy Winehouse.

The uplifting, summery vibe of The WildViolets’ latest single “Indian Summer” is inspired by the band’s affection for the summertime. An affection which is particularly relevant given the easing of COVID-19 restrictions and the hope amongst the musical community for a ‘Third Summer of Love.’

It’s 6 o’clock in the morning,
I hear the birds chirping,
Brings me to my knees,
I feel the heat, and it’s put me to ease

The clouds are burning out,
And I just want to scream and shout,
To the world, that my baby’s back in town

Got a little taste, of my favourite week in June,
The stars are out, sitting next to the moon

The water marks an impression,
The trees shine likes it’s obsession,
I drop, everything in my possession

I’m clear like the summer sky,
while the sun sets sweet, like apple pie

Oh my, Oh my,

Got a little taste, of my favourite week in June,
The stars are out, sitting next to the moon
And I got my taste, taste of my week in June,

June, June.

Why can’t I see you as frequently as the moon?
Oh, you’re my favourite week in June
And Why can’t I see you as frequently as the moon?

Oh you’re my Indian summer,
My Indian summer, Yea!

I wish this was forever
The best days, feel shorter than ever
how could my world pull off such an endeavour?

I feel high like a balloon,
they say it’s been warmer than Cancun,
I got my taste of my favourite week in June

Got a little taste, of my favourite week in June,
The stars are out, sitting next to the moon
And I got my taste, taste of my week in June,

June, June.

Why can’t I see you as frequently as the moon?
Oh, you’re my favourite week in June
And Why can’t I see you as frequently as the moon?
Oh you’re my Indian summer, Yea

Why can’t I see you as frequently as the moon?
Oh, you’re my favourite week in June
And Why can’t I see you as frequently as the moon?

Oh you’re my Indian summer,
My Indian Summer, Yea!

In response to the Lyrics of this song, Felipe Franco – The WildViolets, said: In the UK our hot summer days tend to be short and infrequent. This is similar to the phenomena of the“Indian Summer” which is where brief spells of glorious sunshine break up the bleak autumnal months. So, in its very essence, they are both fleeting occasions which we long for but are only briefly in our grasp. This longing can also be a metaphor for someone you love who you rarely cross paths with anymore. Or for the longing for some normality which the opening up of society on July 19th can hopefully bring. A ‘Third Summer of Love’ is just what we all need right now.