With insightful lyrics, French for Rabbits expose the contrarian B-side of the adage “You can’t go home again.” Their song “Middle of the House,” addresses the reemergence of childhood fears and insecurities that were originally entrenched as a consequence of being raised by an abusive parent. The band explains that the song is about letting go, moving on, and growing up – “See the marks on the walls/ Baby, how you've grown.”
French for Rabbits are from New Zealand (Waikuku Beach). “Middle of the House” was written while attending a songwriting camp near Sydney, Australia. The attention to detail in creating the desired atmosphere for the lyrical message of “Middle of the House” is apparent from the start. The song begins with the sound of a robust wind in an otherwise quiet area, until a foreboding piano joins. The band points out that it sets the scene for a song that hits deep with claustrophobic memories, childhood violence, and moving on. As it progresses, the song seamlessly transitions between a minimalist approach and a rhythmically powerful, multi-layered attack.
According to the Facebook page of French for Rabbits, they are Dream Pop Sleepers based in Wellington, New Zealand, and the band is sometimes a duo and sometimes a five-piece. They are Brooke Singer (vocals), John Fitzgerald (guitar), Hikurangi Schaverien-Kaa (drums), and multi-instrumentalists Ben Lemi and Penelope Esplin.
French for Rabbits will visit the San Francisco area on Friday November 15, 2019. They will perform at The Starry Plough Pub in Berkeley. For ticket information and other opportunities to see the band, visit http://www.frenchforrabbits.com/tour.
“Middle of the House” by French for Rabbits
Website: http://www.frenchforrabbits.com/
Bandcamp: https://frenchforrabbits.bandcamp.com/
Lyrics of “Middle of the House” by French for Rabbits
In the middle of the house where you grew up
Your mother yelled at me
Even though I barely knew her
She'd grown you from a seed
I know it's hard to let it go
I know it's hard to let it go
In the middle of the house where you grew up
Saw the way that your eyes closed at the first sign of
A raised hand thrown
See the marks on the walls
Baby, how you've grown.
In the middle of the house where you grew up
Saw the way that you went back into your shell
Could feel the cold of your mother
See the marks on the walls
Baby, how you've grown
I know it's hard to let it go
I know it's hard to let it go
In the middle of the house where you grew up
Saw the way that your eyes closed at the first sign of
A raised hand thrown
See the marks on the walls
Baby, how you've grown
In the middle of the house where you grew up
Saw the way that you went back into your shell
Could feel the cold of your mother
See the marks on the walls
Baby, how you've grown
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