"Open The Door" as written by Martin Noble, Jan Wilkinson, Neil Wilkinson and Matthew Wood....
Are you gonna live or die?
Are you gonna live or die?
Are you gonna be all right?
Are you gonna live or die?
Are you gonna be all right?

Five young men went for a walk
Sat on a tree stump and had a talk
It takes something to be a man these days
Nobody's scared, but we hide anyway

We're almost there
And now it's coming back to me
Ah, we're almost there
So are you coming back to me?

Are you gonna live or die?
Are you gonna live or die?
Are you gonna be all right?

Shatter your vases, settle your loans
Get on a slow boat to Mexico
Talking of rabies, you need it, lad
Take her, hold her, but don't go mad

Open the door
You've gotta see just what it's for
Now we're almost there
So are you coming back to me?

I'm not afraid of the big black bear
Only humans make me scared
I'm not afraid of misery
My life is a vapour, and you can't break her

Ah

No taste or understanding of the working
In her microbes
Let it show
In our bathrobes
Let her know
Let it rip

Whoo

Five young men went for a walk
Sat on a tree stump and had a talk
It takes something to be a man these days
Nobody cares but everyone's caring

Ah, these days, ah
Are we almost there?
It is just how you imagine

Are you gonna live or die?
Are you gonna live or die?
Are you gonna be all right?
Are you gonna live or die?
Are you gonna live or die?
Are you gonna be all right?

Whoo
Are you gonna
Are you gonna
Are
Are you gonna
Are you gonna live or die?


Lyrics submitted by yewbarrow, edited by cae758, cajuvera

"Open the Door" as written by Jan Scott Wilkinson Jan Wilkinson

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    General CommentThe album CD booklet includes the following text below the lyrics:

    Hmmm, what's going on here? Her microbes, bath robes, a big black bear. Could it be a love song? Despite everything, despite the pigeon shit, could poetry still reside in their souls? Maybe, just maybe, all of it has had some effect here. The deep snow and the forlorn old fort, blasted by the wind and the sea. Four boys loading the camper van and driving to Bohemia. The medieval French in the Montreal street signs. The full moon turning the road to silver in Finnygook. The bike rides through the thick, enveloping forest. Could it all be like when a flock of Starlings settled on the hour hand at Big Ben and stopped the clock, stopped time? On the 159 bus from Marble Arch to Brixton, the old man was talking to himself - and shouting to his fellow passengers: "You must elevate the listener! You have to put something on their plate! Something they can feed on in a dark hour!" Could this be what we have here? Have a listen while riding your bike to the fort through the forest in the snow. If it doesn't work then, it never will.
    yewbarrowon June 04, 2008   Link
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    General Comment@yewbarrow: There is also a drawing of a bear.
    misanthropyclubon September 26, 2010   Link

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