The Room Of Dolls
-written by Jeremy Gloff
-appears on Jeremy Gloff (1998)
THE STORY:
On vacation in Sarasota I slept on the back bedroom floor at my friend’s parents. There was an old piano and dozens of antique dolls. It was in that peaceful room I wrote about turbulence.
THE LYRICS:
As a room of dolls
Sadness draws him to factories
When the body can't ricochet no more
Tumble down the mountain
To the evergreen floor.
THE STORY:
On vacation in Sarasota I slept on the back bedroom floor at my friend’s parents. There was an old piano and dozens of antique dolls. It was in that peaceful room I wrote about turbulence.
THE LYRICS:
Been running from this feeling
For a very long time
Sadness like beauty of telephone lines
Watch him ricochet
Between north and south
Wounds from the fox trap
In his mouth
Chorus:
His red electricity
It's been dulled to violet
A little dreamer still twirls through him
But he's still wishing for nineteen
Run down the tracks
To the radio tower
Lost part of myself
The day you changed your mind
Fly the snow and sand and land in between
Caught in the mouse traps
He called his dreams
Repeat Chorus
Expressions feel chiseledAs a room of dolls
Sadness draws him to factories
When the body can't ricochet no more
Tumble down the mountain
To the evergreen floor.