Peter, Paul And Mary - The House Song Lyrics
This house goes on sale ev'ry Wednesday morning
And taken off the market in the afternoon.
You can buy a piece of it if you want to
It's been good to me if it's been good for you.
Is that your reflection on the wall?
I can show you this room and some others
If you came to see the house at all.
Careful up the stairs, a few are missing
I haven't had the time to make repairs
First step is the hardest one to master
Last one I'm not really sure is there.
This room here once had childish laughter
I can't say that I'm certain what you're after
But in this room, a part of you will remain.
Second floor, the lady sleeps in waiting
Past the lantern, tiptoe in its glance
In the room the soft brown arms of shadow
This room the hardest one to pass.
How much will you pay to live in the attic?
The shavings off your mind are the only rent
I left some would there if you thought you couldn't
Or if the shouldn't that you've bought has been spent.
This house goes on sale ev'ry Wednesday morning
And taken off the market in the afternoon.
You can buy a piece of it if you want to
It's been good for me if it's been good for you.
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Peter, Paul And Mary The House Song Comments
1965
THE HOUSE SONG:
it began as a song about a house.
our house. the house that betty and i had turned into a home. the water
softener factory that i bought for $38000 in 1962 and was referred to
as "stookey's folly" by Betty's folks...until of course the bargain was
legitimatized by discovering the brick nogging (wooden separators
between the old bricks) that made up the real walls of the house. the
architect, Herbert Lipmann was noticeably excited...we found nogging he
said...brick nogging...that means the building is old...quite
old...sometime early in the 1800's...i'm doing some research he
said...there's even a chance that the building will qualify as an
Historic Site...my...my...Providence again...how many times have i
become involved in what seemed to be a simple matter of the heart only
to discover later some unseen significance ... and what a great
neighborhood. it's greenwich village. west village. more serene here
than the maelstrom of art and cultural tension that whirls through the
coffeehouses of Bleeker and McDougald in these early 60's.
Clifford
Odet's 'golden boy lives two doors away...Edna St Vincent Millay lived
in the "narrows", the tiny little 20 foot wide house across the street.
Bill and Cora Baird and the puppets are around the corner and there's a
garage - well actually an alleyway just wide enough for the XKE jaguar
that betty and i received for our wedding present from peter, mary,
albert and john in 1963. but that was three years ago. it's 1966 and
thanks to the persistence of the architect, there's a brass plaque on
the front of 70 bedford street that tells passerbys that John Roome a
sailmaker and keeper of the debtor prison lived here in the year 1806
and that reference to him may be found in the city records. the english
sports car has become a sedan and will soon become a station wagon which
will then become a camper but it's late at night now and Elizabeth our
first born daughter is asleep on the third floor.
i've just
returned from another road trip. pp&m have begun to cut back the
performance schedule...down to 180 or so from over 200/year...we've had
such great success...overwhelming really...out of proportion
actually...seems to be still in excess of not only our efforts but our
talents as well. but perhaps i'm the only one who feels that way...peter
and mary and i don't talk about the dark underbelly of success almost
as if it 'can't happen here'...i've been smoking a lot of dope
lately...out of the house but then a lot of my life lately has been out
of the house... the tour... the recording... the promotion...
and
of course the solo projects...as i fervently seek some individual
identity away from pp&m...i mean i thought i knew who i was but now
who am i? noel or paul or...
anyway...
i miss my wife
terribly...not just because i'm out on the road...oh that too of
course...but we're not a couple anymore...we're a family now...and i'm
too young - too immature to see that as an opportunity...how
absurd...i'm jealous of my own child...such a spoiled child i am...i'm
not sure being an only child adequately prepares one to be a father or
give instinctively of oneself to a family...in any event i'm not at all
sure i want to share betty with anyone...and probably because i'm afraid
that no one will be there for me...except of course 'the peter paul and
mary fans'...i'm lonely and i'm going through midlife crisis at the age
of 30! i don't see evenings as family times...instead i see them as the
number of events i must attend without her...not that being with me was
any great treat in terms of dealing with the pp&m machine...
"oh...you're
paul's wife...i just love them don't you? it must be terrible to have
him away on the road so much isn't it? is he as nice at home as he
appears on the stage? i mean he's so funny...is he as funny at home?
does he do those funny sound effects around the house...do you have any
children...really... does she look like him? oh i can't imagine...
well...where did you meet...really...(blink)... do you think you could
introduce me..."
betty is asleep on the second floor. there's a
balcony outside the bedroom door that overlooks the living room. there's
a wrought-iron lamp hanging through the open space between the floors
and a mood that prevails...
THIS HOUSE GOES ON SALE EVERY WEDNESDAY MORNING
AND TAKEN OFF THE MARKET IN THE AFTERNOON
YOU CAN BUY A PIECE OF IT IF YOU WANT TO
IT'S BEEN GOOD TO ME IF IT'S BEEN GOOD FOR YOU
translation:
it
is with an anxious nervous personal concern that this information is
offered...being vulnerable on this kind of emotional level is new to me
and so i am only able to reveal it occasionally and even then feel i
must withdraw it shortly after...you can accept any or all of the
following 'confession' and to whatever extent it becomes helpful for you
it makes the revelation that much less painful for me...
'TAKE THE GRAND LOOK NOW; THE FIRE IS BURNING
IS THAT YOUR REFLECTION ON THE WALL?
I CAN SHOW YOU THIS ROOM AND SOME OTHERS
IF YOU CAME TO LOOK AT THE HOUSE AT ALL
translation:
gather
what you can from what you see, this is the passion of creation. have
you /will you notice the similarity in our observations. i'm hopeful
that we can share many levels of understand ing if, in fact, you are
here to learn something beyond just the knowledge that we hold some
things in common.
CAREFUL UP THE STAIRS; A FEW ARE MISSING
I HAVEN'T HAD THE TIME TO MAKE REPAIRS
THE FIRST STEP IS THE HARDEST ONE TO MASTER
THE LAST ONE I'M NOT EVEN SURE IS THERE
translation:
there
are some leaps of logic here (there always re when passion is
involved)...you might call it faith...and i've been so concerned with
the evolution of this faith that i've not returned to the earlier steps
to repair or clothe them in more understandable terms. the most
difficult decision to make is the first one; particularly when the
resolution of or the reward for the climb is not known...
THIS ROOM HERE ONCE HAD CHILDISH LAUGHTER
AND I RETURN TO HEAR IT NOW AND AGAIN
I'M CAN'T SAY THAT I'M CERTAIN WHAT YOU'RE AFTER
BUT IN THIS ROOM A PART OF YOU WILL REMAIN
translation:
whereas
there was a time and place for me as a child, i visit it occasionally
either to recall or to renew and, though i may not know what direction
your vision and desire may lead you, i am persuaded that each of us has
an innocence of youth that we retain and to which we refer no matter our
age.
SECOND FLOOR; THE LADY SLEEPS IN WAITING
'PAST THE LANTERN; TIPTOE IN IT'S GLANCE
IN THIS ROOM THE SOFT BROWN ARMS OF SHADOW
THIS ROOM THE HARDEST ONE TO PASS
translation:
another
level; marriage and the comfort of a close relationship...here, but for
the thirst to know and the appetite for growth I could easily stay.
herein are the temporal loves - at times a web of excuses that (though
by no design) - deter some of us temporarily, some forever - from
exploring the wordless promise of what we might be - herein are the
attentions of the world, the solace of shared lamentations. but I know
that just as a people without vision will perish so shall we as
individuals if we do not respond to that which calls us...perhaps it can
never be denied...only postponed...a blessing on the temporal
relationship that encourages the separate spiritual search; for that
relationship learns the virtue of both hope and tolerance...and returns
to itself renewed strength of spirit.
HOW MUCH WILL YOU PAY TO LIVE IN THE ATTIC?
THE SHAVINGS OFF YOUR MIND ARE THE ONLY RENT
I LEFT SOME 'WOULD' THERE IF YOU THOUGHT YOU COULDN'T
OR IF THE 'SHOULDN'T' THAT YOU'VE BOUGHT HAS BEEN SPENT
translation:
how important is this search for fufillment? the only certain cost is the peeling away of your preconceptions. this song is to be an encouragement to continue your personal search for truth (if you think you can't or if the 'don't follow your heart' advise that you have accepted for so many years has lost its relevence).
https://www.noelpaulstookey.com/tl-1965.html
Such a good song, I'm still wondering what it's really meant to mean
The attic of one's mind/memories. Been there, done that.
This song was always ethereal melancholy to me, especially with the multi-track voice of Mary Travers floating among the lyrics. She died in 2009. RIP
masterpiece album. People pegged them as hootenanny, but this album transcends that.
Their best album.
Careful up the stairs, a few are missing.