Open House
Unlocking Hidden Hearts: Steve Forbert's Open House Revelations
Lyrics
Open house now for your fading heart,
Inviting people to explore and understand your vulnerable and weakening emotions.
Tell your ghost it's time to hide;
Encouraging the inner struggles or haunting memories to be concealed.
Strangers won't know when to stop and start
Strangers may not be aware of appropriate boundaries in delving into personal matters.
Once they've fin'ly got inside.
Once they gain access, it's challenging to control or limit their intrusion.
Spir'ling staircase toward your dusty mind,
Describing a pathway to the inner thoughts that have been neglected or forgotten.
With crates and boxes and bags and trunks;
Symbolic items representing memories and experiences are stored in the mind.
No one cares what tender dreams they'll find,
Others may not appreciate or understand the sentimental value of those memories.
All they'll see up there is junk
People might perceive the inner thoughts as worthless or irrelevant.
With silver dollars from a ragdoll's ear
Using specific items to illustrate nostalgic or sentimental aspects of the past.
And merc'ry dimes for buttons, too,
Highlighting unconventional and unique qualities that were once valued.
And flutes and whistles only kids can hear
Referencing innocence and a child's perception of the world.
And peacock feathers green and blue.
Colorful and distinctive elements that once brought joy and excitement.
Deep depression in a walnut grain,
Depicting a noticeable decline or downturn in mental well-being.
Afternoons on rainy days;
Recalling past moments of melancholy, especially on gloomy days.
Once it stacked up well in both your brains,
Previously, these memories were well-managed in the mind.
And now it's all some purple haze
Now, these memories are clouded and distorted.
With vandals picking locks and breaking doors
Describing intruders who disrespect personal boundaries and damage valued possessions.
And smashing keepsakes all around;
Destruction of meaningful mementos that represent love and diverse experiences.
Souvenirs of love and foreign shores
Memories of love and adventures are scattered and lost.
And scrapbook pages all unbound.
Remnants of cherished moments are disorganized and disconnected.
It's open house now for your fading heart,
Reiterating the idea of allowing others to explore and understand emotional vulnerabilities.
Tell your ghost it's time to hide;
Emphasizing the need to conceal inner struggles or haunting memories.
Strangers won't know when to stop and start
Highlighting the difficulty in controlling or limiting intrusion once others are involved.
Once they've fin'ly got inside.
Underlining the challenge of establishing boundaries after others have gained access.
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