A House Without Walls (TH Mix)

Title: A House Without Walls (TH Mix) A house without walls lets the weather walk in. All day we borrow everyone's song, everyone's light, until there's nothing of our own left to play. Then the street goes quiet at a quarter to three, and under the silence a note comes up that nobody gave us: a song about losing ourselves in every room we walk into, and the laugh that brings us back. Live, punchy trip hop at 72 bpm: a real breakbeat sitting behind the beat, Rhodes chords that never settle, Hammond swells, spy-film guitar, and a torch-singer vocal right at the front. The whole video takes place in one flat with a mirror ball in the kitchen, and nobody in it. The house is the self, and its objects tell the story: a glass that rings with the neighbours' row, pots catching a leaking roof out of time, every colour in the room borrowed from a TV, a headlight, a phone. Faint lines run through it all, jagged at first, slowly settling into even rings. Watch for the first light in the room that's its own. Every image in this video was made for a line of the lyric, and lands on screen as that line is sung. Other mixes: Funky Mix →    • A House Without Walls (Funky Mix)   SG Mix →    • A House Without Walls (SG Mix)   ───────────── LYRICS [Verse 1] The glass on the shelf sings when the neighbours fight, And I've been humming their song, most of the night. The spoon in the saucer shakes when lorries go by, I'm shaking right along and I can't tell you why. Someone plucks a string three streets away, And mine starts ringing with a song not mine to play. [Pre-Chorus] Every sound on the street comes straight in through me, As if the walls were never there, as if they'd never be. [Chorus] A house without walls lets the weather walk in, A temple with no stone has no silence within; A mirror ball turning, throwing light not my own, So many pieces, and none of them whole. [Verse 2] I pick up the accent of whoever's in the room, Laugh before punchlines, dance to their tunes; A nod to the left, and then to the right, Agree with them both, and keep everything light; By noon I'm on empty and I've said not a word, Spent on the echoes of all I had heard. [Pre-Chorus] I've been everyone today, I've played every role, Handed every one pieces, and now I'm full of holes. [Chorus] [Verse 3] The meditation app's buzzing right here in my hand, Reminds me to breathe, its voice I can't stand; Mending needs quiet, and quiet needs sleep, Sleep needs a head clear of the company I keep, A clear head needs peace, the peace I set out to mend, There's a hole in here, Liza, gotta mend it again. [Pre-Chorus] Round and round, like a ball on a chain, Every way I turn, I just come round again. [Chorus] [Verse 4] The neighbours went quiet round a quarter to three, The glass on the shelf stopped its dance, finally; No lorry, no echo, no accent to borrow, No one to agree with, till the noise of tomorrow; And under all the silence, something faint and low, A note I didn't catch from anyone I know. [Pre-Chorus] Who am I when the music stops, When the lights come up and the glitter drops? [Bridge] I could've stood and argued with every face I saw, A thousand little me's all spinning round the floor; I saw one of them grinning, and that grin, it just grew, I started to laugh, and a thousand me's laughed too. That low note in the silence came rising up in me, And it came out as a laugh, the first one that was free. [Final Chorus] A house without walls lets the weather walk in, A temple with no stone has no silence within; A mirror ball turning, throwing light not my own, So many pieces, and every one whole. ───────────── Music created with Suno · Original lyrics by Sov & Lee Visuals: AI-generated stills, storyboarded and cut by hand Funky Mental Verse Music — subscribe for more →    / @leemunlimited1   #triphop #downtempo #FunkyMentalVerse