In The Yellow House (Album Version)

Song In The Yellow House (Album Version)
Artist Michael Franks
Album Abandoned Garden

Lyrics

[00:15.96] No one knows the joy when you creat.
[00:24.62] By definition, something out of nothing.
[00:33.07] Colours, canvas, light.
[00:39.67] But Christ is the light bulb.
[00:42.78] The sunlight Vincent down in Arles.
[00:51.27] You painted nudes, I painted flowers.
[00:55.98] We drank that cloudy absinthe all night long.
[01:06.80] And the women we loved were loose.
[01:13.46] When we lived in the yellow house.
[01:32.17] In the yellow house life was ideal.
[01:39.95] By definition, something one imagines.
[01:48.41] Painters, brothers, friends.
[01:53.88] At least till the end came.
[01:58.36] Complete surprise, attack of range,
[02:04.46] A most peculiar place to shave.
[02:11.51] In time our championship went wrong.
[02:21.99] But the pictures are living proof of our life in the yellow house.
[03:16.73] Ruined studio of the south.
[03:29.06] Three short months in the yellow house.
[03:43.71] I never knew that the malady was madness.
[03:50.29] Neither did I my friend,
[03:53.12] it sneaks on you from behind.
[03:56.58] I believed your condition had improved.
[04:02.04] I was convinced that hard work and our friendship would cure me.
[04:10.59] I was blind to your suffering forgive me.
[04:15.91] You always helped me when you could.
[04:19.07] You did your best, at least you tried.
[04:22.16] But not enough to distract you from the end...
[04:34.37] A wheat field with crows and those cypresses in starry night.
[04:43.78] You painted sunflowers is how I remember you.
[04:52.46] Only my pistol can comfort this sadness tonight.