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Ain't Gonna Call
03:39
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Dreaming about her
Dripping pendulum curls
That pull at your world
As your minds swim together
The dark of your night cannot douse out the light
That shines on the Heather
I melt at the sight that bleeds crude,
And divine,
And spits life on the ashes
I’ll take what I can before I wake up,
Then I’ll leave forever.
It’s a routine delay that I always replay
And place on display.
It’s my calling card when I’m falling apart.
Moonlight trickles through the shutters.
Subtle, dim lit appeal
Flickers hints over contours
And leaves me in tatters
“I’ll bare all the scars”, the final remarks
Of a man at his limits.
The sugared scent of desire, leaks fuel in the fire
And fogs up perceptions,
Cue the hazy hum that grips at your lungs
Like it’s begging you for something
To cave,
Or to remain the pristine young slave
To the draw of lightning
It gets harder to shake
With no moves left to make.
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2. |
Wicked Game
01:23
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Grabbing hold of my hand
Evil moves like silver
Dripping out all over you
Dash through the orchids naked
Breaking daylight stabs
Through the middle
Of our opulent high
Ooh, girl
Stay cool, girl
She’s got nothing on you, girl.
I wanna play your
Wicked game.
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3. |
Heaven Knows
04:05
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Heaven knows I’ve been dreaming.
Cut the cord,
Leave me here
Suspended on a whim
Or maybe I’ll get another drink in,
Lose all sense of rhyme
And reason
And slow down my thinking
Blacken out the sun
With a new point of view
Ideologies stumble out of
This smoky room
How can I be so young
But feel so used?
Breaking out of the mould
I feel brand new
How about you?
Stepping out of mind,
Been in here for a minute
Tainted youth,
Devilish schemes,
Left me black and blue
Forge another identity
To live by
God, I’d do just about anything
To get through to you
Blacken out the sun
With a new point of view
Ideologies stumble out of
This smoky room
How can I be so young
But feel so used?
Breaking out of the mould
I feel brand new
How about you?
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4. |
Interlude
01:17
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It's all in my mind
These visions of you
Burn straight through the night
No matter how high I try and get
Your demon won't allow me to forget
He's got me set on you
Drives a stake straight through my heart
Every time I drift past
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5. |
Sermon on Desire
03:53
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I can’t believe it
The state of my heart
Makes for unappealing reading
The livid demons await
By my bedside in the morning
Calling for me to tell you
That I want you, bad.
Though I’d die for the story,
I’m one heartbreak away
From never coming back
Stand and deliver a sermon
Upon the mount of sinners
The devil slithers
In and out of my mind
Thoughts of you kick back
Like a heart attack
But I can’t take you back
The hot taste of your loving
Is too sweet for my liking
I couldn’t keep myself together
Now you’re leaving with another
I guess that’s what I get
For dreaming
So much of my life
Spent thinking about somebody
Or another.
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6. |
Strung Out
03:06
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Strung out
On the taste of the weekend
Bitter sweet,
Burning on my tongue
Your lips drip sweet memories
Of passion,
And despair.
I’m weak with fear
That I could never
Get you out of here
Slow down,
Come over here
The nights were made
For inhibitions to disappear.
Oozing and heaving,
Lustful and deceiving
Oh, the taste of this world
Leaves me reeling
I misplaced my faith in
Circles of excess
I’m trying so hard
But none of this makes sense
Dreaming too much
Too much drinking,
Too much sex
I don’t know how
We’ll ever make it through this
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