Creeping up the blind side
Shinning up the wall
Stealing through the dark of night
Climbing through a window
Stepping to the floor
Checking to the left and the right
Picking up the pieces
Putting them away
Something doesn't feel quite right
Help me someone, let me out of here
Then out of the dark was suddenly heard
Welcome to the home by the sea
Coming out of the woodwork
Through the open door
Pushing from above and below
Shadows but no substance
In the shape of men
Round and down and sideways they go
Adrift without direction
Eyes that hold despair
Then as one they sign and they moan
Help us someone, let us out of here
Living here so long, undisturbed
Dreaming of the time we were free
So many years ago
Before the time when we first heard
Welcome to the home by the sea
Sit down, sit down, sit down
Sit, down, sit down
As we relive our lives
In what we tell you
Images of sorrow, pictures of delight
Things that go to make up a life
Endless days of summer
Longer nights of gloom
Waiting for the morning light
Scenes of unimportance
Photos in a frame
Things that go to make up a life
Help us someone, let us out of here
'Cause living here so long undisturbed
Dreaming of the time we were free
So many years ago
Before the time when we first heard
Welcome to the home by the sea
Let us relive our lives
In what we tell you
Sit down, sit down, sit down
'Cause you won't get away
No, with us you will stay
For the rest of your days, sit down
As we relive our lives
In what we tell you
Let us relive our lives
In what we tell you
Shinning up the wall
Stealing through the dark of night
Climbing through a window
Stepping to the floor
Checking to the left and the right
Picking up the pieces
Putting them away
Something doesn't feel quite right
Help me someone, let me out of here
Then out of the dark was suddenly heard
Welcome to the home by the sea
Coming out of the woodwork
Through the open door
Pushing from above and below
Shadows but no substance
In the shape of men
Round and down and sideways they go
Adrift without direction
Eyes that hold despair
Then as one they sign and they moan
Help us someone, let us out of here
Living here so long, undisturbed
Dreaming of the time we were free
So many years ago
Before the time when we first heard
Welcome to the home by the sea
Sit down, sit down, sit down
Sit, down, sit down
As we relive our lives
In what we tell you
Images of sorrow, pictures of delight
Things that go to make up a life
Endless days of summer
Longer nights of gloom
Waiting for the morning light
Scenes of unimportance
Photos in a frame
Things that go to make up a life
Help us someone, let us out of here
'Cause living here so long undisturbed
Dreaming of the time we were free
So many years ago
Before the time when we first heard
Welcome to the home by the sea
Let us relive our lives
In what we tell you
Sit down, sit down, sit down
'Cause you won't get away
No, with us you will stay
For the rest of your days, sit down
As we relive our lives
In what we tell you
Let us relive our lives
In what we tell you
Lyrics submitted by Demau Senae
Home by the Sea/Second Home by the Sea Lyrics as written by Phil Collins Michael Rutherford
Lyrics © CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC
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Home by the Sea was done just at the time the big long songs were fading out of sight, and it's one of the last done. So people don't get bored of it nowadays, they split in two and the second part is mostly instruments and acoustics.
It is a pretty good song if you manage to listen to it for nearly 12 minutes, and rather than the people on the first half's comments, I'm gonna be blunt.
IT'S ABOUT A HAUNTED HOUSE THAT SOME IDIOT BURGLAR BREAKS INTO AND GETS TRAPPED IN. THE SHADOWS/GHOSTS DECIDE TO BORE HIM TO NOT-QUITE-DEATH BY TELLING HIM STORIES OF LIFE BEFORE THEY GOT TRAPPED.
I mean, you can tell half that just by looking at this verse!
Images of sorrow, pictures of delight
Things that go to make up a life
Endless days of summer longer nights of gloom
Just waiting for the morning light
Scenes of unimportance like photos in a frame
Things that go to make up a life
As we relive our lives in what we tell you
But that's about Home By The Sea. This track is Second Home By The Sea. It has no original lyrics, and very few lyrics at all. So I'm guessing it is the details of the stories the ghosts are telling.
About 3 minutes into the song there's this catchy guitar line. Someone once told me that that is supposed to be a whale. I don't know where he got that from, but the association does seem fitting. So everytime I hear it, I imagine a whale, and now everytime *you* hear it, you'll think of a whale :)
A group of old people in a home (or maybe even asylum?) waiting to die telling the same old stories eadch day..
The song is NOT about a damn haunted house. What's the point of a burglar breaking into a haunted house with ghosts that want to bore him to death? Sounds to me like you're talking out your ass.
The thing to keep in mind with Genesis songs (that isn't a love song) is that they have deep lyrics about straightforward concepts. This is going to be a song about something simple like a prisoner in Alcatraz but eloquently described. This isn't going to be about a lame haunted house. If they wanted to do that, they'd have written "Ghostbusters"...and Ray Parker Jr. beat them to it.
The point is, you can speculate but until Phil Collins plunks you down in a chair and says to your face what the song means, you can't put in all caps that "this is what it is about."
For people who've read the comments on Home by the Sea, rather than just jumped at the chance to have a go at somebody, Phil Collins has said that this song is about the supernatural. So I can write what I wrote, smartass.
Also for ghosts trapped somewhere for ages, what else are they going to talk about? The view out the windows? From their point of view their lives prior to getting stuck somewhere would be the most interesting thing they could talk about.
Finally, who the heck knows what people are going to write songs about? People think of all kinds of different things and turn them into songs, some that don't even have words.