Produced & Arranged by Vermillion House
Recorded & Mixed Fabio Brison
Lyrics by Niek Braeckman

Tides of time shift sullenly
Suddenly lingering
Falling with drudgery
Raging when thrilled
All the while left circling
My eyes always following
These hands competing
Ticking away in their race
To the start

There’s no end to ongoing events
Fish swim blissfully in bowls of glass
I counted seconds and then there were none
Still I'm waiting for things to come

Start walking and rushing
And carving the land
And pores they’re gushing
You’ve drowned again
Until you drop and fall
And from there on crawl
Out to be free - 
While tugging the leash
Again and finally
You’re tied to me
Out to be free
And finally
You’re tied to me

There’s no end to ongoing events
Fish swim blissfully in bowls of glass
I counted seconds and then there were none
I’m still waiting for things to come

Tidal

Produced & Arranged by Vermillion House
Recorded by Fabio Brison
Mixed by Gregory Simons
Lyrics by Niek Braeckman

You swim blind ‘til my blood finds your way
A night’s greed salt won’t wash away
You shark chew my chunks they drift astray
The filled forget the lustful bite they took 
Was prey

This air it brings a strange desire
These eyes they light a lustful fire
That grows and throbs and thumps then stops
This end - interlude to thisire

You tower high, limiting sight, you branch out
A leaf’s shade other trees may do without
You tree suck as all wither around
A lone trunk repulsing woods 
Left out

This night it lights a new desire
These arms they never seem to tire
They hold and keep and lock then tight
This end - interlude to thisire

I swim eyed ‘till I send blood your way
A wild night, let water wash away
I feed you, the bites they lead astray
We all forget thisire came
Too late

This air it brings a strange desire
These eyes they light a lustful fire
That grows and throbs and thumps then stops
This end - interlude to thisire


Thisire

Produced & Arranged by Vermillion House
Recorded & Mixed by Fabio Brison
Lyrics by Niek Braeckman


Waging war with a push of a button
Rotting bodies piling up on the street
I've gotten sick of the sense of senseless slaughter
Troy fell tenfold over some king's daughter
Remote, I change with a push of a button
To kids in a waste land, scrambling for water
--Nevermind--

Reality's here on the page that I live in
She's open to all, she's a slut, she gives in
To all of them misters, tweeting in memes
Losing themselves in hashtags, it seems
Only numbers count when it comes to friends
But I'm not complaining, still got more than you in the end

Welcome, welcome to Earth, stay and listen
And drown and choke, while I sit here whistling
And looking not seeing the world that we live in
And knowing and caring, but I'd rather give in
To all of these details horrid and gritty
That's how I know my old simple city

Your lips are luscious, but freeze in a pout
As camera's call on you
None of your bits nor your lips, nor your hips nor your tits
Will remain after a few well-aimed photoshop clicks
Clicks that replace old metaphor's praise
Your beauty's no different from others' these days
--I awake--

Stress has the stench of fear but more pointless
Sweatdrops sneak up on your back
As countless pills find your throat for it to be gone
At least your fear left when you bought your gun
All you can do is escape in your dreams
Or perhaps those of others as yours fill with screams

Time is money or so we are taught
Tell that to the children whose clothing you bought
And wear and tear and give back again
We all walk in circles, there's no point to an end

Simplicity

Produced & Arranged by Vermillion House
Recorded & Mixed by Gregory Simons
Lyrics by Niek Braeckman
Backing Vocals by Adja Fassa & Karlijn Robberechts

Waking to find you
Holding me hard
Breaths announce - 
I implode as
The rush rises
Rapidly dropping
Reduced to a flush.

Eager hands fall shyly
Feeling distance 
Talking closely 
Parted lips
Laugh slyly
Feeding our plates 
For a change 
Water to wine
You take with
You left love.

That's what I will be dreaming of -
That's what I will be thinking of.

Hurdle

Mathilde Smessaert - Vocal
Niek Braeckman - Keys
Fabio Brison - Electric Bass
Gregory Simons - Drums

Arranged by Vermillion House
Recorded & Mixed by Gregory Simons
Lyrics by Niek Braeckman

Twisting and turning
Caught in a whirlwind
Heartbeats beating the shit out of me
Lose grip, become motion
Lose touch and direction
My head is filled with lights
That eye me
I disappear.

Take back your eyes
We don’t need them here
We dance for the blind
So we disappear.

He dismembers,
beheads and beholds
A Picasso
His eyes, they unfold.
But remember Osiris,
It won’t be your brother
But me
I’ll be whole.

Angelo

Mathilde Smessaert - Vocal
Niek Braeckman - Keys
Fabio Brison - Electric Bass
Gregory Simons - Drums

Arranged by Vermillion House
Recorded & Mixed by Gregory Simons
Lyrics by Niek Braeckman

Under the brush
My hair glowed
Under the brush
Savagely still
Glowing into words
Glowed wild white
Nevermind the firelight
Tell me a story
Two did not fall
One rather rose
In love.

Read me white pages
Play me white noise
Tell me a story.

Do not deceive
It was too bright
All the deceit
Savagely split
One shadow lit
Two burn too bright
All this white electric light!
Tell me a story
Two did not fall
One rather rose
In love.

Read me white pages
Play me white noise
Tell me a story.

She bled his lips
I cut his tongue
Lest he talk
No words --
White song.

She called his name
I sang along
A wordless love
No words --
White song.


White Song

Mathilde Smessaert - Vocal
Niek Braeckman - Keys
Fabio Brison - Electric Bass
Gregory Simons - Drums

Arranged by Vermillion House
Recorded & Mixed by Gregory Simons
Lyrics by Niek Braeckman

The solemn dance
Of cascading water
Flows with her song
“How is rain made?”
Far away laughter
Up to her ankles
Knee-deep she says:
“How is rain made?”

Waves of molten tankers 
Crash colourfully at her feet.

Rainbow colours
Keep lighting the sky
Come crashing down
Seep through her smile
Leak from her eyes
Flow plastic stream
Grow in this house
A skyscrapered dream.

The greasy drops
Of molten gold
Collect in fog and smog
And cloud what she says:
“How is rain made?”
Black water downpour
Splashes in rainbows
Onto her face
“How is rain made?”

Waves of molten tankers 
Crash colourfully at her feet.

Rainbow colours
Keep lighting the sky
Come crashing down
Seep through her smile
Leak from her eyes
Flow plastic stream
Grow in this house
A skyscrapered dream.

Rain

Mathilde Smessaert - Vocal
Niek Braeckman - Keys
Fabio Brison - Electric Bass
Gregory Simons - Drums

Arranged by Vermillion House
Recorded & Mixed by Gregory Simons
Lyrics by Niek Braeckman

Look at that
Perfume-scented composition,
That long-legged, wide-eyed apparition,
High-heeled warm deception
Is part of it too.

Follow that
-- suggestive syncopation
That rhythmical reverberaton
Soft skin on brick in motion
Is part of it too.

So much depends
Upon a streetside dress
And slow hips swaying
So I hum.

Caught up in that
Absent-minded fascination
That symphony of wild sensations
My sweet urban delusion
You’d fall for it too.

So much depends
Upon a streetside dress
And slow hips swaying
To my hum.

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