Gretchen Peters - Breakfast At Our House (live)
Statistics show that almost 50% of marriages in the United States end in divorce.
As anyone who's been through it, or who knows anyone who's been through it, divorce is an ugly thing. Getting through one will strain the bounds of the human ability to cope.
Sometimes, coping with the seas that rage beneath the surface of a doomed marriage result in a situation that singer/songwriter Gretchen Peters describes as becoming "almost polite" with one another.
It's the gradual, subtle shutting down of emotions stemming from the death of communication where "there's too much anger, too much water under the bridge, too much pain" for the marriage to recover. She's been there. "I think the problem is that, if you're separating a relationship, usually one party gets to the realization first," says Peters.
"It's not usually arrived at simultaneously. I think the other thing I was really trying to get across in this song... there comes this point when you almost start to be polite with each other, because the situation is so strained and so strange. So you don't even have the intimacy left to fight. And that point I really wanted to try and get across. Because having been in the situation, I just thought, wow, this is so weird. You get to where you've lost so much intimacy that you even feel that sort of weird, distant kind of politeness."
Having experienced the struggle that sometimes accompanies songwriting, Peters says this song happened the other way around. It came on like a sudden storm. "It wasn't calculated. Actually, that song was one that really poured out, basically, in one sitting. It wasn't as though I sat down and thought, Hmmm, well, this is what I'm going to try to convey here. I mean, it just kind of came out. You know, one of those."
The lyrics:
this is how it is
no dramatic scenes
you read your morning paper
i read my magazine
happy weatherman
says we need the rain
but i don’t know what he’s thinking
it’s been coming down for days
and this brew is just too bitter
too strong for me to drink
gonna pour it down the drain right now
right down the kitchen sink
cold coffee in my cup
you turn the tv up
breakfast at our house
and this is how it is
and it’s no easy trick
we can promise what we want to
but we can’t make it stick
half a life ago
with this ring we wed
and now we’re sittin’ at this table
with the things we never said
but to come right out and say ‘em
would be rude and out of place
so I’ll keep it to myself I guess
but it’s written all across your face
burnt toast and offerings
that’s what the morning brings
breakfast at our house
so here’s to all the young boys, to all the fair haired girls
who ran away on honeymoons, who married in a whirl
whose pretty bed of roses feels like a bed of coals
who sit at breakfast tables and stare into their bowls
who had their dreams of love, but now they’re waking up
breakfast at our house
cold coffee in my cup, you turn the tv up
breakfast at our house
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