Trash-pop, guitar rock and melodic miscellany.
Not so much a band as a bloke with a guitar and a laptop, The Smivets deliver a genre-bending blend of pop, rock, punk, prog and many other monosyllables.
Story behind the song
Well we've had this house for 30 odd years and it's full of great memories.
It still is a lovely home and we love it.
The first piece of creative writing that I ever produced was this:
"There once was a funny little man
And he lived in a funny little house"
That was it.
It took me an entire afternoon, which my teacher found rather disappointing.
OK not a Booker prize contender, but I was 5 years old and actually it has turned out all these decades later to be an accurate portrayal of my existence.
Proof at last that life really does imitate art.
Lyrics
Each Brick, each tile, tells a story
This is the house where it all began.
There to greet you in the doorway -
A lovely lady and a grumpy old man.
All began in 1990,
2 refugees from London town
Built a house because they figured it might be
Time to think about settling down.
First one son and then another,
One dog, two cats or sometimes three,
All contributing to the madness
Of this functional family.
All contributing to the madness
Of this functional family.
Here's where martins nest each summer,
Here's where the rain-butt overflows.
This is where the drifts come up to
In the deepest winter snows.
This one marks a graduation,
That one there new school first day.
Basketball hoop and broken flowerpots
Where we told them not to play.
Cracks from back doors slammed in anger,
That's the house of rock and roll way.
Each Brick, each tile, tells a story
This is the house where it all began.
There to greet you in the doorway -
A grumpy lady and a nice old man.
Bricks and tiles change only slowly,
Kids are different each new day.
Suddenly boys who just like games
Are bringing girlfriends back to stay.
Soon they're gone, and with them, fun.
Calm descends like misery.
'Til they're back to bring their children,
Bringing back blissful anarchy.
Hear this rock and roll house rejoicing,
All is all as it should be.
Hear this rock and roll house rejoicing,
All is all as it should be.
Each Brick, each tile, tells a story
This is the house where it all began.
There to greet you in the doorway -
A lovely lady and a tired old man.
