HALF OPEN DOORWAYS

I N S P I R A T I O N

This song was written against a background of failing to live up to perceived expectations. A head says one thing but a heart says something else. When you are growing up and looking for a niche, that cannot be a healthy place for anyone. 

I remember a row of brick arches somewhere near Central Station in Glasgow. It was a gathering place for "men of the road". I think that is the image which gave me the idea of half open doorways, although my sister says it reminds her of the bedroom doors in our house. We used to live beside a very busy road and there was a street lamp just outside the front windows. Glasgow was very much a part of those formative years. 

I think the last verse pulls things through into a positive place. 



Lyrics

I cannot deny that you kept me alive, 

Nurtured existence and helped me survive,

But now I see clearly the hurt and the strain

And some of the reasons for feeling such pain,

As the light from a street lamp casts a shadowy eye,

Over half open doorways where the downtrodden lie,

It sets me to thinking of things which you've done,

To provide for the life of your son.


I never went hungry, I had my fair share.

When I needed a shoulder, your shoulder was there,

But how bitter the feelings which welled up inside,

Twisted emotions and life form denied,

As the light from a street lamp casts a shadowy eye,

Over half open doorways where the downtrodden lie,

It sets me to thinking of things which you've done,

To provide for the life of your son.


I lived as expected your favour to seek,

And the words which you wanted to hear I would speak,

But thinking things over I've made up my mind,

The second hand faith I've left behind,

As the light from a street lamp casts a shadowy eye,

Over half open doorways where the downtrodden lie,

It sets me to thinking of things which you've done,

To provide for the life of your son.


Don't slip away quickly, there's still much to learn,

May sadness not touch you, in the old age you earn,

May you ever strive boldly for all that is true,

And as you watched over me, so I'll watch over you,

As the light from a street lamp casts a shadowy eye,

Over half open doorways, where the downtrodden lie,

It sets me to thinking of things which you've done,

To provide for the life of your son.


Paul J Openshaw (1990 ish)

© Paul J Openshaw 2012