In The Yellow House (Album Version)-Michael Franks

[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.