Memoryhouse
Memoryhouse is the recording project of neo-classical composer Evan Abeele … Read Full Bio ↴Memoryhouse is the recording project of neo-classical composer Evan Abeele and photographer Denise Nouvion from Guelph, Ontario. The name "Memoryhouse" is itself, a tribute to German composer Max Richter's seminal work and the project was originally a means to escape the paralysis of winter. It mixes ambient loops, breezy samples, aquatic guitars, and burbling synths.
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Memoryhouse Lyrics
All Our Wonder You were always the good one And now you are the…
Bonfire It's getting late, 'think I'll turn in The moon is out…
Caregiver There's a ghost in my living room In silent sets, moving…
Get Back We left town On a bus bound For the states California babe …
Heirloom Between a state where years collide And we can just lie…
Kinds of Light Our bodies lie on the water On the water, we drew…
Lately Lately I'm not sleeping I'm not breathing Without machine…
Little Expressionless Animals Softly held the light beneath your skin Never drew a breath…
Modern Normal Took some pills in your room Caught an empty chill from…
Old Haunts When will we know it's enough? Kept you here beneath my…
Pale Blue Hold me under Pull the covers Lights on water Reasons fal…
Punctum It's not enough to live your past, through photographs Unco…
Quiet America keep up with the times that i'm proud the place where…
Sleep Patterns Wait indoors Slept to waste the time until I Hear the soun…
The Kids Were Wrong Go to sleep, nothing's changing I'll be right here by your…
The Waves You're not where I want You're far away You flew from me…
To The Light House Suddenly seeming These eggshell rifts Caving into your hands…
To the Lighthouse Suddenly seeming These eggshell ribs Are caving into your…
Walk With Me It started when we were younger Beneath the lead eyes of…