Nestled in a meadow at the foot of the Laurentian Mountains in rural Quebec, stands an old farmhouse. On our holidays we would pass this empty home with its Nine Empty Rooms and wonder: who lived there? Did they love or did they fear? Did they play or did they struggle? Were their dreams won or lost? Do their spirits still reside here? This song is about belief and non-belief, and the silent histories of the past.
Fredrick Brooks - Acoustic and Bass Guitars/Piano
Joy Brooks - Vocals/Flute
Jeff Brackett - Electric Guitar
Chris Pezzarello - Drums
Produced by Fredrick Brooks
Written by Fredrick Brooks
Cover Photo by Joy Brooks
Lyrics
Far off beneath the powdered sky
Nine empty rooms are filled with life
There are lovers there
Children’s fears and dreams won and lost
And as you sway to the mystic
Rhythm of time
Caught in a miracle never set aside
I dance at the corner of your eye
For I am watching you, watching you
Calling you
And there’s a moon over Baker Street
It’s home take comfort in my disbelief
Breath rises and fall, all in all
I hear nothing but the patter of rainfall
Cry on cry on
Wee oh wee a aw
Wee oh wee a
Wee oh wee a aw awwwwwww
Aw aw aw
Seven stilled in a faded photograph
Not a heart beat only their presence lasts
Their silent history is here
Your genus of the past
Lovers and veils, hallways and tears
Passing moments for all who chance near
This apparition speaks to me
The spectre of fantasy, caller of mystery
Chorus
Outro
For I am watching you watching you calling you
For I am watching you watching you calling you
For I am watching you watching you calling you
For I am watching you watching you calling you
Wee oh wee a
©Fredrick Brooks