A door is a movable structure used to open and close off an entrance, typically consisting of a panel that swings on hinges or that slides or rotates inside a space.
When open, doors admit ventilation and light. The door is used to control the physical atmosphere within a space by enclosing the air drafts, so that interiors may be more effectively heated or cooled. Doors are significant in preventing the spread of fire. They also act as a barrier to noise.
They are also used to screen areas of a building for aesthetics, keeping formal and utility areas separate. Doors also have an aesthetic role in creating an impression of what lies beyond. Doors are often symbolically endowed with ritual purposes, and the guarding or receiving of the keys to a door, or being granted access to a door can have special significance. Similarly, doors and doorways frequently appear in metaphorical or allegorical situations, literature and the arts, often as a portent of change.
Architectural doors have numerous general and specialized uses. Doors are generally used to separate interior spaces (rooms, closets, etc.) for privacy, convenience, security, and safety reasons. Doors are also used to secure passages into a building from the exterior for reasons of safety and climate control.
He's a blind man, crouching by the pavement,
only seeing with his third eye
and clutching at the astral shadow
of every passer-by.
He's a wise man, trumping all the answers;
she's a wild girl, trying to keep his feet on the floor
in whispered physical litanies:
"Stay away from the door."
"Oh, but we're all in this together," he says,
"three-legged race across the floor;
if only you'd loosen the handkerchief
then I'd forget about the door."
"Ooh, that feels so much better," he says,
"now you forget everything that I've said before
and sit there all by yourself
while I walk through the door."
They're a blind man crouching by the pavement,
only seeing with his third eye,
and clutching at the astral shadow
of the door of a room
There's a door
Handle's cold
Made of iron & brass
And this door it used to lead
Into what is now my past
If you were to have opened this door
It would have lead you on to a floor
Where my mother had played almost 50 years before
Nuts & bolts galore
Croquet balls in drawers
Badminton nets & racquets
All Frank's undergarments
Walls get built where once there weren't any there
Locks get locked & door knobs fall off
Wood-carved roads, chip-rock rues, so turn the screws
But the weasel of my heart
Late at night unlocks the lock
Walks thru the wall
Sits down with my mother & plays a game of ball
Nuts & bolts galore
Croquet balls in drawers
Badminton nets & racquets
All Frank's undergarments
There's a door
Door
You don't have to wait in line
But you do it all the time
I'd be happy to pay the fine
My decision's not a crime
Get out of my face
I don't care if you're not Jase
If it's me you must ???
Then you're just a waste of space
Can you put me on the door
Or do you know where to score
Wipe it off your face
Your smile is much too late
It's obvious this time
That you're not a friend of mine
It's time you realised
???
In your own mind you're a star,
doesn't mean that you are
Can you put me on the door
Or do you know where to score
And if a had a million dreams
At least one would be obscene
And if I had a million beers
Then you could take advantage
Now you've reached the highest stage
You got a job at Triple J
I'm sorry to have to say
That I have to fucking pay
Are you on the list
In example, here's my fist
Would you like to meet the band
They're so hard to resist
Can you put me on the door
Or do you know where to score
Because if I had a space it would be yours