Cape Cod Morning

Cape cod morning
Soon I'll be free
Cape cod morning
Bring the news to me

I'm not your satellite
You're no brave new world
I'm not your satellite
And the white horses curl

Keep the home fires burning
Do my best to burn you down
Kitchen knives in the bedroom
Pillow talking suicide

I'm not your satellite
You're no brave new world
I'm not your satellite
And the white horses curl

Beep beep beep, he's outside
So lucky to be alive
Pressure rising through the mist
Heart makes itself a fist
Can't hear no radio
Blood pumping, heavy flow
Cold sweat and icy palm
You lost your lucky charm
Here in the shrine to our long dead life
I wait to offer you a slice

Lyrics by:
Squire

Available on:
Marshall's House (4.23)

Details:

In Cape Cod Morning, we see a recurring Hopper theme, of life on the borderline between civilization and nature. A section of a house takes up the left side of the picture. A woman stares somewhat anxiously out of a bay window; on the right of the picture we see the forest, close and menacing. Just as in 'Cape Cod Evening' (1939), the trees are almost threatening to advance and swallow up the house and its inhabitants, reclaiming for nature that which has been stolen from it.

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