Woman with the closed door
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Woman with the closed door

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Genre: - alternative / indie folk Voice: - spoken-sung, alternative folk tone with ethereal tonality at different points Genre: - alternative / indie folk Voice: - spoken-sung, laconic, male voice Style : - Harmonies and chord progressions that nod to 60s psych bands with Farfisa/Organ-heavy sound, Trippy textures and circular melodic structures. Upbeat catchy beats Psychedelic alternative Rock, mellow toned storytelling narrative laconic, haunting 60s psych chord progressions with Farfisa/Organ-heavy sound, Trippy textures, circular melodic Style : - Harmonies and chord progressions that nod to 60s psych bands with Farfisa/Organ-heavy sound, Trippy textures and circular melodic structures. Upbeat catchy beats

Lyrics

Lyrics

There’s a path we all head to,

we think all is a given.

But when we get there

It’s just misgiven

There’s a path we all know.

With stars above

we think it’s our haven

But at the gates

We know

It’s the path of others not our own

And where we thought we belong

We find

no-one knows us

 

chorus

It’s our path it should make you wonder

Now that the people have all gone

Don’t let others tell where your path leads you

Look at the signs on the road

Listen to the words of those who faded

And the letters of the man who waited

Don’t let the chimes and the chants lead you

Ask yourself where your own path goes

verse

You see a man walk the path

He waves

gestures you to come

Yet you ignore

As he walks in the wrong direction

As you watch he fades away.

no longer there.

You question what you know

For the man you know

Yet continue to follow the path to nowhere

The one woman down the road told you

Would lead to heaven

Where church bells chime

And still the evening chants continue

But the woman closed her door behind her

chorus

It’s our path it should make you wonder

Now that the people have all gone

Don’t let others tell where your path leads you

Look at the signs on the road

Listen to the words of those who faded

And the letters of the man who waited

Don’t let the chimes and the chants lead you

Ask yourself where your own path goes

verse

And down the path a postman waits;

With his letter and his bag.

Yet you shrug him to one side;

before he heads in the wrong direction,

and no longer there when you turn.

Passing the snakes,

dripping venom.

On roads cobbled with bone

you follow the path to nowhere.

For posters on walls signal the direction.

And you believe them.

A young boy walks past.

As he sings he fades away.

No longer there as you turn.

He was the boy in the streets

Playing ball all day

The boy you know

chorus

It’s our path it should make you wonder

Now that the people have all gone

Don’t let others tell where your path leads you

Look at the signs on the road

Listen to the words of those who faded

And the letters of the man who waited

Don’t let the chimes and the chants lead you

Ask yourself where your own path goes

verse

As grey skies close,

You turn.

There are the crowds

That now walk past you

Muttering that the woman had not come

Whilst one man you know opened a letter,

and run past you

The gates now beckon

With your name written in neon

Speaking of a woman whose door remained closed

chorus

It’s our path it should make you wonder

Now that the people have all gone

Don’t let others tell where your path leads you

Look at the signs on the road

Listen to the words of those who faded

And the letters of the man who waited

Don’t let the chimes and the chants lead you

Ask yourself where your own path goes

outro

It’s our path it should make you wonder

Now that the people have all gone

Don’t let others tell where your path leads you

Look at the signs on the road

Listen to the words of those who faded

And the letters of the man who waited

Don’t let the chimes and the chants lead you

Ask yourself where your own path goes