About the Song
When you think of the Osmonds, images of clean-cut brothers harmonizing flawlessly often come to mind. Their infectious pop tunes dominated the airwaves in the 1970s, and tracks like “One Bad Apple” and “Down By the Lazy River” became staples of radio playlists. However, within their extensive discography, there lies a lesser-known gem that deserves a closer listen: “Chilly Winds.”
Released in 1971 as part of their album “Homemade,” “Chilly Winds” presents a more introspective side of The Osmonds. While it may not have achieved the same commercial success as their other hits, the song offers a refreshing departure from their typical upbeat fare. The lyrics, penned by Lalo Schifrin and Mike Curb, evoke a sense of melancholy and introspection, painting a vivid picture of loneliness and isolation.
The song’s title, “Chilly Winds,” serves as a metaphor for the emotional coldness that can seep into one’s life. The brothers’ harmonies, while still as tight as ever, convey a sense of vulnerability and longing. The instrumental arrangement, featuring a prominent wind instrument, adds to the song’s atmospheric quality, creating a haunting and evocative soundscape.
“Chilly Winds” is a testament to The Osmonds’ versatility as musicians. Beyond their bubblegum pop image, they were capable of delivering heartfelt and emotionally resonant performances. The song’s themes of loneliness and introspection resonate with listeners of all ages, and it offers a glimpse into the more mature side of the group’s artistry.
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Lyrics: Chilly Winds
Chilly winds may blow
Chilly winds
They come and they go
Chilly winds may blow, oh, oh, oh
And I don’t knowChilly winds may blow
Chilly winds
They come and they go
Chilly winds may blow, oh, oh, oh
And I don’t knowLooking all around, feeling lost and found
Only talkin’ to the wind
Moving up and down
Going ’round and ’round
No lonely traces of a friend
The wind in the trees
Is more than a breeze winding through a memoryChilly winds may blow
Chilly winds
They come and they go
Chilly winds may blow, oh, oh, oh
And I don’t knowEndless evolution
Turned off revolution
Everybody reads between the linesKicks put on the shelf
So high on life itself
Hopelessly we’re playing with the mind