humanist + humorist

The internet is doing its “no search engine can find lyrics for this song you love and want to share” thing again, so here I go.

 

The imagery of this one gets less vivid and evocative every year, the farther we get from the era of “the only way to develop a photograph is in an eerie sealed room full of chemicals and red light.” Which is a shame, because the imagery makes it an amazing song about being sealed in with frozen memories of your past, trying to break through to the present.

If you think (or know!) that I’ve misheard any of the words, drop a comment, let me know.

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Jess Klein – Darkroom

Come on now baby, won’t you touch me, touch me, touch me
Before I go insane?
I think the weight of your own blood might kill you, if it don’t hit my veins

Come on now baby, won’t you love me, love me, love me
If you got any need?
I think the weight of your own blood might kill me, if I don’t see you bleed

Oh, I live in a darkroom
Pictures all floating
Thoughts of my own doom
So before they get going

Oh, when you’re seeing it in red and black and white
With only chemicals to give my head a light
I know your hand is on the knob outside

Come on, release me!
Come on, let me out
Into the heat and fight
I wanna see the gritty streets of London
Before the dawn hits light

Come on now baby, won’t you love me, love me, love me
Even if you’ve gotta break in
And let your love smear the pretty poses, into a mess of sin

Oh, I live in a darkroom
Pictures all floating
Thoughts of my own doom
So before they get going

Somewhere beyond the door I can’t see
Is just a simple frame of you holding me
Come on now, babe, before the colors all bleed

Come on, release me!
Come on, let me out
Even if the bitter fumes bite
I wanna see the gritty streets of London
Before the dawn hits light

So come on, release me
Come on, let me out
Even if the bitter fumes bite
I wanna see the gritty streets of London
Before the dawn hits light

I wanna see the gritty streets of London
Before the dawn hits light