Written by: EDWARD VANORDEN, PAUL MASVIDAL, SEAN REINERT
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Discover the poetic beauty in ‘Yellowman’ by Aeon Spoke. This lyric breakdown takes you on a journey through the artist’s thoughts, emotions, and the story they aim to tell. From clever metaphors to evocative imagery, we delve into the nuances that make this song a lyrical masterpiece. Whether you’re a fan of Aeon Spoke or a lover of well-crafted words, our detailed analysis will give you a deeper understanding and appreciation of this song.
His eyes are closed his face pale asleep
On the ground a newspaper reads
The blood has spilled again
And you just dream my yellowman
Yellowman
The angels burn a torch to keep us warm
His lungs are wide awake but he won’t breathe
He spits out the ocean and we dream
Like goldfish in a bowl
They think we’re free
Yellowman
You’re tying rocks to clouds to stay above the crowds
The angels burn a torch to keep us warm
the blood has spilled again
and you just dream
Yellowman
You never see the bloodstains on the battlefield
The angels burn a torch to keep us warm