A Whole Street of Houses, Stirred With A Spoon

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“ And by this time they were come up to the great iron gates in front of the house; and Tom stared through them at the rhododendrons and azaleas, which were all in flower; and then at the house itself, and wondered how many chimneys there were in it, and how long ago it was built, and what was the man’s name that built it, and whether he got much money for his job? These last were very difficult questions to answer. For Harthover had been built at ninety different times, and in nineteen different styles, and looked as if somebody had built a whole street of houses of every imaginable shape, and then stirred them together with a spoon.” —The Water-Babies, by Charles Kingsley. Ch.1 (1863)

Somebody’s Home

 Just can’t come to the door right now


At the gate, but missed the gun

I can't start, but I'm not done

Fortune never smiled at me

It left me on my own


Someone cracked the hour glass

Shattered time and scattered past

Set in stone, you can't un-cast

The die once thrown


And I'm in here with the blinds all drawn

I can hear you but I can't respond

Though the lights are on, just don't give up

'cause somebody's home

Somebody's home


Your eyes betray your sympathy

But your eyes can't see inside of me

Maybe there's nothing to see

I guess we'll never know


And I'm in here with the blinds all drawn

I can hear you but I can't respond

Though the lights are on, just don't give up

'cause somebody's home

Somebody's home


All the things I never said

All still here inside my head

All the plans you had for me

All that will never be


Oh, but don't give up on me

I see more than you think I see

Can anyone hear me, oh?


And I'm in here with the blinds all drawn

I can hear you but I can't respond

Though the lights are on, just don't give up

'cause somebody's home

Somebody's home

Somebody's home



Songwriters: Ted Leonard / Alan Morse

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