John Pfeifer- Vocals, guitars, synths, drum loops, music & lyrics; Matt Scott- synths, percussion
floyd
roger
pink
Story behind the song
This song was wanting to be written for years, but the right music never came and the words eluded me forever. The idea wasn't really even that, it was more a collection of vague, constantly changing, imaginary scenes that couldn't be pinned down into any lyrical rhythm or any choice of words or grammar; having nowhere to start with the music didn't help.
Finally it was a random guitar melody that brought it out, the verse guitar pretty much just an amorphous implied harmony. That probably helped me in my attempt to be more mercurial, letting that be a little more left to the imagination. Eh, I like it, anyway.
I've been trying to stay away from tackling outright personal subjects since college; those songs that have drawn heavily from my experience I try to wrap up in a fair-to-middling amount of fiction. This song is nothing but fiction: I've never lived in a house with a porch facing out on any Sycamore, I've never met the aspiring artist who I haven't even a face for, certainly not one with a flowered blue cup. I used to not even get up anywhere near 7. I've never had ivy outside any windows. But the smell of leaves burning somewhere I can't see is magic, as is the romance I tried to convey. It must, to some degree, because my wife walked down the aisle to an instrumental chorus.
Lyrics
It can't be much past 7
but you've been up for hours
trying to capture your life with a brush
somehow from several different views...
You float in from the porch now
that faces out on Sycamore
holding your flowered blue cup of tea
and a smile for me...
The world is barely turning
here with you.
Somewhere leaves are burning
far from view...
You wisp around me like a vapor
your sundress slips up well above your knee
the sun filters through the ivy outside
and dances through your hair...
You bring your lips a breath away
and I can feel the warmth and quiver of your pulse
I almost speak but--
you kiss the slightest kiss...
The world is barely turning
here with you.
Somewhere leaves are burning
far from view...
(love scene)
The world is barely turning
here with you.
Somewhere leaves are burning
far from view...
The world is barely turning
here with you.
Somewhere leaves are burning
far from view...