Story Behind The Song
This song is inspired by walks taken on a street with beautiful historic homes as well as in a series of gardens. The song uses the idea of a crossroads between the houses (city) and the gardens (nature) as a metaphor for a much larger life decision of where to live, and whether or not to move.
Song Description
This song is inspired by walks taken on a street with beautiful historic homes as well as in a series of gardens. The song uses the idea of a crossroads between the houses (city) and the gardens (nature) as a metaphor for a much larger life decision of where to live, and whether or not to move.
| Song Length |
4:28 |
Genre |
Rock - Americana, Rock - Alternative |
| Tempo |
Medium Fast (131 - 150) |
Lead Vocal |
Male Vocal |
| Mood |
Pleasant, Welcoming |
Subject |
Judgement, Worry |
| Similar Artists |
The Decemberists, Gomez |
Language |
English |
| Era |
2000 and later |
| |
Lyrics
I could hook right on Humboldt street by the melange of pied de terre
and the gingerbread home of mottled brick as gryphons vigilantly stare
Continue on past the citadel as monolithic chimneys reach
over the edifice as ivy climbs up the cornerstones and eaves
Perhaps that all I would need is to see what the other serpentine street reveals and where it leads
but regardless what fears and bewilders me is that despite the choice of the path I might regret it as I look back
Or I could skip down a primrose lane azaleas flourishing each side
with a sweet ambrosia and fertile flesh, their petals teeming and nubile
Feel the wound of a rose-bush thorn, evokes the stroke of Toulous Le Trec
with a nipper there in a bivouac hat and dappled soft cyan sun-dress
Maybe chasing a rare cunning dream, but one that just may never be caught in the realm of waking days
If I could learn to make time in these waning days before the time bleeds more of my life, and only
emptiness remains
Stand at the crossroads of my addled life
feeling damned if I do or I don't each direction could yield a curse
Stalled at the crossroads and I better think twice
before my dithering leads me to hurt and I have nowhere left to turn
I might sail on the Westerlies upon a dreamy zephyr breeze
embark on odyssey for Camelot a verdant plot, farmhouse in trees
I could flounce through a fantasy or vision lived in self-made fate
Alas this malison to make me choose, seems so soon yet far too late
Only two ways to go anymore, once this decisions committed I dread, I can't go back from whence I came
But it's my bed to make where I'll surely lie, if I could retrace the way that I know, to a place where everything is safe
Stand at the crossroads of my addled life
feeling damned if I do or I don't each direction could yield a curse
Stalled at the crossroads and I better think twice
before my dithering leads me to hurt and I have nowhere left to turn