Welp. Either Covid got me or it's just that time of year again. I'm always sick at the end of February. I wrote these lyrics a few days ago and attempted 3 different demos before my throat got sore and my voice disappeared. I haven't found the right music for this yet.
Lyric inspiration-
These are the real and imagined houses of my life. I read, once, that if you dream of a house, that represents your self. The first two houses in this song were the ones I grew up in. The third house is a reoccurring dream that always starts out nice until I climb upstairs to the third floor.. I always get the creeps. The last house is where I am now and the final house is my dream house.
There was a house at the top of the street
a playroom filled with the youth of my parents
and a little blue room where I held my breath so I could hear my heart beating
stampeding down the stairs
In time.. In time... maybe I'll forget all about it.
There was a house at the end of the street
with a private wood all around it
The ghosts of my ancestors played harp on the stairs
and waited in the corners
Do they still wait there?
In time.. In time.. perhaps I'll join them.
The 3rd house was in my head.
It haunted me from time to time
filled me with dread though I never understood why
If I am the house then I will conquer myself
In time.. In time.. I'll let go of my fear.
The fourth house took me far from my family
brought me a new one circled 'round my table
Everything foreign (eventually) becomes familiar
but I forgot how to be with my own kind.
In time.. in time... We will all become one.
The last house, I haven't met yet
a hazy image swirling before me
built on a foundation of life and love
I hope it will be a happy one
In time.. In time... I will come home.
@lanasolyluna Feb 2022
Lovely lyrics, and I LOVE the topic. I always have dreams about houses too, but so many different ones and many I've never seen IRL. Sorry to hear you're sick, dear, and hopefully you'll recover soon! XX