We're all somewhere between Yin and Yang
piphanz
Testing ground for a long-postponed demo. These things are not final versions, they're hasty sketches of songs. Please comment on anything and everything.
Story behind the song
A song for a girl I once knew, who I called Naked Eyes (on account on her recent change to contacts and her great and weird nostalgia about 'the days of glasses'). Her mother was an awful woman and her father was a wonderful man. In true genetic fashion, she embodied and balanced both, and that's what the song is about.
Lyrics
Open a window and you gotta close a door
I'm sorry you're not an angel, I'm sorry you're not a whore
To see the ceiling you gotta lie down on the floor, Naked Eyes
Your momma's at home bathing Rex and wanting to break its thighs
I know, because her laugh sounds like she fakes its cries
sweet Naked Eyes, you carry her salmon-coloured devil's eggs
it's clear in the way you pant out decay
making love in that old Chevrolet
make it fly, Naked Eyes
Dry your eyes, dear, think back to what I said before
I'm sorry that I have seen things I'm sorry I can't ignore
But to see the ceiling you gotta lie down on the floor, Naked Eyes
Your daddy's at peace; when he died, thousands came to his wake to cry
You see his sparkling eyes when you lie awake at night
sweet middle child, you carry his soul inside your aching eyes
it's clear in the way you kissed me today
making love in that old Chevrolet
make it fly, Naked Eyes
