I'm a-facin' a loney door, calling Bernie by the soul
I believe a dear dream and I know what it means
And I touch the foreign lock, put my fingers, turn it on
Sky is red and I said : "Bernie come or I'm dead"
Ain't a flying red rhinoceros, wings of fly, a few long lashes
Ground is burnt and browny, Bernie come, hey I'm here
Ain't a grave with frozen corpses, ain't a coat with man a-walking
Wall is grey and I say : "Bernie come you may"
Ain't a frog inside a box, ain't a pool to put it on
Air is cool but I feel : "Bernie come or I'm killed"
Ain't a road without a cross, ain't a gain without a loss
Ain't a dream without you, Bernie come little dude
Ain't an axe hold in the hands crashing TVs the bold man
Wind is slow and heavy, Bernie come oh dear Bee
Theod in the corners, my eyes in the middle
Standing out of the dirt, Bernie come cos I'm hurt
Cross the haze, cross the smogs (right out)
Be a light in the fog (white light)
Hear me now and join me, Bernie come I need thee
Yoghill hey, Yoghill oh, face a door and ask you some more questions
Carillon in my soul, Bernie open that door, Bernie open that door
Cross the haze, cross the smogs (cross cross cross)
Be a light in the fog (white light)
Hear me now and join me, Bernie come I need thee
Yoghill hey, Yoghill oh, face a door and ask you some more questions
Carillon in my soul, Bernie open that door
I'm a-facin' a loney door, calling Bernie by the soul
I believe a dear dream and I know what it means
credits
from High Walls,
released June 1, 2019
Written by Thierry Antoine 'Yoghill' in 1994
Yoghill is a musical project from France by Thierry Antoine 'Yoghill'. Thierry plays guitar, piano and other instruments, and has been writing songs since the 1980s.
An ambitious pop song cycle about human loneliness and fear, thick with harmonies and buoyed by tight musicianship. Bandcamp New & Notable Jun 27, 2018