Story Behind The Song

Dave wrote this song in college while he was sick for the night. Bored, he picked up a pad of paper and just started writing down everything he observed. Half way through jotting things down he realized there was a song here so he started composing it. During recording, his friend Rob Bochnik of The Frames agreed to play guitar on the track, giving it a mysterious aura.

Song Description

"The Bosom and the Pool" is a concept album by Dave Christensen. In this chapter of the story, the narratoe is in college and has decided to spend a night just chilling at home. He watches the people mingle in the outdoor cafe beneath his window. After dark he observes many things he has never noticed before because he has the time just to relax and stare off. He stays up all night until he starts to hear the city start to awake. The song ends with a short poem as he dfits off to sleep.

Lyrics

THE CAFÉ BELOW MY WINDOW

8 O?CLOCK, IT?S DARK OUTSIDE
CANDLE THE ROOM, SLIDE INSIDE THE LIGHT
THROWING SHADOWS, DANCING AS THE WIND SIGHS
MOSQUITOS WITH BLOOD LUST LIBIDOS GO FOR THE JUGULAR
OF THE PATRONS OF THE CAFÉ BELOW MY WINDOW
I WATCH THEM SIPPING COFFEE AND SLAPPING THEIR NECKS
BETWEEN THE SIPS OF ESPRESSO

BUT WHEN THEY CLOSE I SLIP INTO MY BIG ORANGE CHAIR
JOHN COLTRANE?S SAX IS IN MY EARPHONES
A LOVE SUPREME
SUCH AN EASY WAY OF SPEAKING

THE SUN GLOWS RED ON THE LEDGE OF MY WINDOW
WATCHING THE WORLD SLOWLY BED DOWN
I FEEL THE HEAT START TO RETREAT INTO THE BARS AND THE BROWNSTONES
SIPPING TEA OR TEQUILA WHAT EVER VACCINATION
TO GET TO THAT TEMPORARY VACATION
WELL THE CITY?S A FISHBOWL, THE MOON A CABARET LIGHTBULB
ILLUMINATING WHAT?S INTERESTING

3 AM, A SLIGHT BUZZ AND A LOW HUM COMES FROM THE LAVA LAMP
THE SLOW TOUCH AND GRIND OF HOT WAX
DAMN I?M INCAPACITATED, CAPTURED AND RAPTURED AND CAPTIVATED
BY THE INTERMITTENT AND UN-UNIFORM RASP OF THE TAXI CABS
STALKING THAT LATE NIGHT FARE

THE SUN GLOWS RED ON THE LEDGE OF MY WINDOW
WATCHING THE WORLD SLOWLY BED DOWN
I FEEL THE HEAT START TO RETREAT INTO THE BARS AND THE BROWNSTONES
SIPPING TEA OR TEQUILA WHAT EVER VACCINATION
TO GET TO THAT TEMPORARY VACATION
WELL THE CITY?S A FISHBOWL, THE MOON A CABARET LIGHTBULB
ILLUMINATING WHAT?S INTERESTING

6 O?CLOCK AND THE MORNING GRAY
STARTS THE MACHINE OF THE DAY
CAR DOORS SHUT, THE RUMBLE OF A BUS
THE CRACKLE OF THE BRANCHES AS THE WIND GUSTS
EYES RED, HEAVY AS LEAD
ALARM CLOCK ROCKS MY HEAD, I HAVEN?T BEEN TO BED
WENT OUTSIDE, RAINY DAMP STREETS
HOLES IN MY SHOES, WET SOCKS, WET FEET

THE WHOLE NIGHT RACES BY LIKE AN UNBELIEVABLE LIE
NOW THAT IT?S LIGHT OUTSIDE AND THE CHILDREN DIVE
INTO CARS DRIVEN BY CAFFEINATED EXASPERATED MOTHERS
PAST THE DARK BARS WITH THEIR SHADOWY EMPTY TABLES