Street in dusky twilight; dreams & nightmares gestating ....
If houses could talk! A typical suburban house roominates on its occupants and their precious secrets...... Welcome to the quiet cauldron of the family little babby. Learn to put on a good front, and check your mailbox regularly for doses of other reality .. and lots of advertising.
Style/Mood: Gentle, whimsical and rollin' all at the same time. Apologies to Mozart, his spirit's in there somewhere with a bit of 20C kick. And just how would he handle that heady suburban sedative of 9 to 5 drudgery, mortgages and lots of TV ads to keep us all consuming? Ahhh, sure he'd be furiously working himself into an early grave
Lyrics
I'm just a house in an ordinary street
With ordinary people that you're sure to meet
They stare at the sky they watch the trees
From their windows as they weave private tapestries
Day after day
Night after night they share their joys and cares
Can't help but see each other's underwear
Sometimes they say and do what they didn't mean to do
Or say and do because they make the rules
Even if it's force of habit
It's all woven in the thread In every head
Behind closed doors
Sometimes I talk to other houses on the street
We do not have a lot to say that is unique
There's old there's young there's wild there's meek
They're not so very different as they like to think
The lovers love
And young kids try to find what life's about
And parents don't know east from north from south
The old folks just want that scoundrel time to slow
And most folks don't want other folk to know
What they do and say and shouldn't do
And leave to lie about without a doubt
Behind closed doors
I'm just a house in an ordinary street
With ordinary people that you're sure to meet
They stare at the sky they dream their dreams
In their windows as they weave their private tapestries
