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Naming Day Lyrics
I am hiding in the house
Someone’s coming through the gate
When the doorbell sounds like an air-raid siren
I am lying in wait
People used to come around
They fish-eyed and they rubber-necked
Anyone who’d come to visit now
Is automatically a suspect
I creep up to the window
Me and my buzzing brain
And we watch two Jehovah's witnesses
Retreating down the lane
I’m not coming out yet
It’s too cold
Leave me alone ‘til I learn
How to spin straw into gold
I put on night-vision goggles
Work my way along the wall into the kitchen
As soon as the first snow fell this year
My finger’s started itching
And I locked up the doors
And I sealed up all the windows
And friends came by sometimes for a while
I never let’em in though
And then they stopped, and then they stopped at last
And now it’s just us three
These walls and the church of jesus christ
Of the latter-day saints and me
And I’m not coming out yet
It’s too cold
Leave me alone ‘til I learn
How to spin straw into gold
Someone’s coming through the gate
When the doorbell sounds like an air-raid siren
I am lying in wait
They fish-eyed and they rubber-necked
Anyone who’d come to visit now
Is automatically a suspect
Me and my buzzing brain
And we watch two Jehovah's witnesses
Retreating down the lane
It’s too cold
Leave me alone ‘til I learn
How to spin straw into gold
Work my way along the wall into the kitchen
As soon as the first snow fell this year
My finger’s started itching
And I sealed up all the windows
And friends came by sometimes for a while
I never let’em in though
And now it’s just us three
These walls and the church of jesus christ
Of the latter-day saints and me
It’s too cold
Leave me alone ‘til I learn
How to spin straw into gold
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Submitted by
mdon06 On Nov 28, 2007
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I think that the protagonist of this song is living in a grow-house, growing weed. Thus spinning straw -e.g. dry grass- into gold.
Due to the inevitable paranoia, nobody is welcome. He let some friends in when he was setting up - they "fish-eyed and rubbernecked" at his equipment - but now, given that the house is supposed to look uninhabited (this also explains the goggles), they're not welcome. When he says that anybody who comes around is automatically a suspect, the meaning could be that he personally suspects all visitors, but also that they could become criminal suspects, under suspicion of being co-conspirators simple for turning up.
The sealed doors and windows add weight to this interpretation.