House of Balloons / Glass Table Girls
The Weeknd Lyrics
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Uh
Ay, ayy
Yeah, yeah
Been on another level since you came, no more pain
You look into my eyes
You're in my world now, you can stay, you can stay
But you belong to me, ooh, you belong to me
If it hurts to breathe, open the window (yeah, ooh)
Oh, your mind wants to leave but you can't go (yeah, yeah, oh)
This is a happy house (yeah, a happy house)
We're happy here (we're happy here)
In a happy house
Oh, this is fun (fun, fun, fun)
Fun (fun, fun, fun)
Fun (fun, fun, fun) (this is fun)
Whoa (ooh)
(Whoa, whoa)
The music got you lost
Nights pass so much quicker than the days did
Same clothes, you ain't ready for your day shift
This place will burn you up (up, up)
Baby it's okay, them my niggas next door
And they working in the trap, so get naughty if you want
So don't blame it on me that you didn't call your home, oh
Just don't blame it on me, girl, 'cause you wanted to have fun
If it hurts to breathe, open the window (ooh, ooh, yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, your mind wants to leave but you can't go (but you won't go, ohh)
This is a happy house
We're happy here
In a happy house
Oh this is (fun, fun, fun) (this is fun)
Fun (fun, fun, fun) (this is fun for me)
Fun (fun, fun, fun)
Whoa (whoa)
(Whoa, whoa)
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out, uh
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 7
Two puffs for the lady who be down for that
Whatever, together
Bring your own stash of the greatest, trade it
Roll a dub, burn a dub, cough a dub, taste it
Then watch us chase it
With a handful of pills, no chasers
Jaw clenching on some super-sized papers
She bad and her head bad
Escaping, her van is a Wonderland
And it's half-past six
Read skies 'cause time don't exist
But when the stars shine back to the crib
Superstar lines back at the crib
And we can test out the tables, uh
We got some brand new tables
All glass and it's four feet wide
But it's a must to get us ten feet high
She give me sex in a handbag
I get her wetter than a Wet Nap
And no closed doors
So I listen to her moans echo
"I heard he do drugs now"
You heard wrong, I been on it for a minute
We just never act a fool
That's just how we fuckin' live it
And when we act a fool
It's probably 'cause we mixed it
Yeah I'm always on that okey dokey
Them white boys know the deal
Ain't no fuckin' phony
Big O know the deal
He the one who showed me
Watch me ride this fucking beat
Like he fuckin' told me
"Is that your girl, what's her fucking story?"
"She kinda bad but she ride it like a fucking pony"
I cut down on her man, be her fuckin' story
Yeah I'm talking 'bout you man, get to know me
Ain't no offense, though, I promise you
If you a real man, dude, you gon' decide the truth
But I'm a nice dude with some nice dreams
And we could turn this to a nightmare, Elm Street
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables
(Ooh, ooh)
With the 707 out
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables
(La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la) (ooh, ooh)
With the 707 out
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables
(La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la) (ooh, ooh)
With the 707 out
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables
With the 707 out
(La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la)
The 707 out
(La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la)
707 out
(La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la)
Whoa, ohh
(La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la)
(La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la)
The Weeknd's House of Balloons/Glass Table Girls is a track about hedonism and experimentation with drugs and sex. It describes an insular world, where outsiders are not welcome, and where the inhabitants are lost in a haze of drugs and pleasure. The opening lines set the tone for the rest of the song, with The Weeknd proclaiming that he has been on another level since his lover arrived, and that he no longer feels pain. He warns that once a person enters his world, he or she no longer belongs to themselves, but to him.
The chorus of the song is an invitation to join in the party, to open the window and breathe in the sweet air of freedom. Despite the brokenness and the chaos, this is a happy house, and everyone is welcome to stay. The hedonistic lifestyle and the thrill of the moment are what make life worth living.
The second verse describes a continuous party, where the music is so loud that time seems to stand still. It is a place where the day shift is not necessary, where everyone is high, and nobody is judged. The chorus repeats, inviting everyone to stay, but warning them that they will never be the same.
Overall, House of Balloons/Glass Table Girls is a song about the thrill of the moment and the relentless pursuit of pleasure. It portrays a world where nothing matters but the hedonistic lifestyle, and where the consequences of one's actions are never considered.
Line by Line Meaning
(Whoa, whoa)
Expression of surprise or excitement
Uh
Expression of agreement or acknowledgement
Ay, ayy
Expression of affirmation or enthusiasm
Yeah, yeah
Expression of agreement or confirmation
Been on another level since you came, no more pain
Since you entered my life, I have reached a new state of joy and happiness, leaving behind all the previous pain
You look into my eyes
When you gaze into my eyes
You can't recognize my face
You no longer see me for who I really am
You're in my world now, you can stay, you can stay
You have entered my world and are welcome to stay
But you belong to me, ooh, you belong to me
However, you ultimately belong to me
If it hurts to breathe, open the window (yeah, ooh)
If you feel suffocated or trapped, find a way to escape or find relief
Oh, your mind wants to leave but you can't go (yeah, yeah, oh)
You may desire to escape, but you are unable to do so
This is a happy house (yeah, a happy house)
This place is meant to be joyful and filled with happiness
We're happy here (we're happy here)
We find happiness and contentment in this place
In a happy house
In a place where happiness resides
Oh, this is fun (fun, fun, fun)
Oh, this is enjoyable and exciting
The music got you lost
The music has mesmerized and disoriented you
Nights pass so much quicker than the days did
Time seems to fly by during the night compared to the slower pace of the day
Same clothes, you ain't ready for your day shift
You're still wearing the same clothes as last night, indicating you're not prepared for your responsibilities or obligations during the day
This place will burn you up (up, up)
Being in this environment will consume and destroy you
Baby it's okay, them my niggas next door
Baby, it's alright, my friends are nearby
And they working in the trap, so get naughty if you want
They are involved in illegal activities, so feel free to indulge in mischief if you desire
So don't blame it on me that you didn't call your home, oh
Therefore, it's not my fault if you neglected your responsibilities
Just don't blame it on me, girl, 'cause you wanted to have fun
Just don't hold me accountable, girl, because it was your desire to seek pleasure and enjoyment
Bring the 707 out
Retrieve the 707, which likely refers to a type of aircraft or an object associated with drugs
Two puffs for the lady who be down for that
Take two hits for the woman who is willing to engage in such activities
Whatever, together
Regardless of the circumstances, we will face them together
Bring your own stash of the greatest, trade it
Bring your own supply of the highest quality drugs and exchange them
Roll a dub, burn a dub, cough a dub, taste it
Roll a joint, smoke it, cough from inhaling the smoke, and taste the effects
Then watch us chase it
Then observe as we pursue and indulge in the drug
With a handful of pills, no chasers
We consume a handful of pills without needing anything to wash them down
Jaw clenching on some super-sized papers
Our jaws are clenched with intensity due to the influence of powerful drugs, likely referring to LSD
She bad and her head bad
She's attractive and mentally disturbed
Escaping, her van is a Wonderland
She seeks an escape, and her van is like a magical world, much like Alice in Wonderland
And it's half-past six
And it's 6:30 AM
Read skies 'cause time don't exist
We interpret the sky because time feels timeless or irrelevant
But when the stars shine back to the crib
However, when the stars appear, we return home
Superstar lines back at the crib
We have a surplus of drugs waiting for us at home
And we can test out the tables, uh
And we can try out the glass tables, likely referring to snorting drugs
We got some brand new tables
We acquired some recently obtained surfaces for drug use
All glass and it's four feet wide
The tables are completely made of glass and have a width of four feet
But it's a must to get us ten feet high
However, it is essential to use these tables to achieve an intense state of intoxication
She give me sex in a handbag
She engages in sexual activities with me, often in unconventional or unexpected places
I get her wetter than a Wet Nap
I arouse her to a high degree of sexual excitement
And no closed doors
And there are no barriers or restrictions
So I listen to her moans echo
As a result, I listen attentively to the sound of her moans echoing
"I heard he do drugs now"
"I heard he started using drugs now"
You heard wrong, I been on it for a minute
Your information is incorrect, as I have been using drugs for some time
We just never act a fool
However, we never behave erratically or foolishly
That's just how we fuckin' live it
That is simply our way of life and how we choose to live
And when we act a fool
But when we do behave recklessly
It's probably 'cause we mixed it
It's probably because we combined different drugs
Yeah I'm always on that okey dokey
Yes, I am consistently under the influence of drugs
Them white boys know the deal
Those white individuals are aware of the drug culture and its workings
Ain't no fuckin' phony
They are not fake or insincere
Big O know the deal
Big O (a person) is also knowledgeable about the drug scene
He the one who showed me
He is the person who introduced me to this lifestyle
Watch me ride this fucking beat
Observe me skillfully navigate and perform to this rhythm
Like he fuckin' told me
Just as he instructed or advised me to
"Is that your girl, what's her fucking story?"
"Is that your girl? What's her background or situation?"
"She kinda bad but she ride it like a fucking pony"
"She's attractive, and she knows how to sexually please her partner"
I cut down on her man, be her fuckin' story
I replace her man and become the subject of her sexual experiences
Yeah I'm talking 'bout you man, get to know me
Yes, I am referencing you, man, so familiarize yourself with who I am
Ain't no offense, though, I promise you
Please don't take offense, though, I assure you
If you a real man, dude, you gon' decide the truth
If you are truly a man, you will discern the truth
But I'm a nice dude with some nice dreams
However, I am a kind individual with positive aspirations
And we could turn this to a nightmare, Elm Street
Yet, we could easily transform this pleasant situation into a terrifying nightmare, akin to the horror film franchise 'A Nightmare on Elm Street'
La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la
Vocalized sounds, expressing a relaxed or carefree attitude
I'm so gone, so gone
I am heavily under the influence of drugs, completely detached from reality
Bring out the glass tables
Bring out the glass surfaces commonly used for drug consumption
(Ooh, ooh)
Vocalized sounds, expressing pleasure or excitement
With the 707 out
In possession of the 707 object or substance
(La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la) (ooh, ooh)
Vocalized sounds, expressing a relaxed or carefree attitude and pleasure or excitement
Bring out the glass tables
Retrieve the glass surfaces commonly used for drug consumption
(La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la) (ooh, ooh)
Vocalized sounds, expressing a relaxed or carefree attitude and pleasure or excitement
With the 707 out
In possession of the 707 object or substance
(La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la)
Vocalized sounds, expressing a relaxed or carefree attitude
I'm so gone, so gone
I am heavily under the influence of drugs, completely detached from reality
Bring out the glass tables
Retrieve the glass surfaces commonly used for drug consumption
With the 707 out
In possession of the 707 object or substance
(La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la)
Vocalized sounds, expressing a relaxed or carefree attitude
The 707 out
The 707 object or substance is present
707 out
The 707 object or substance is absent
(La-la-la, la-la-la-la-la)
Vocalized sounds, expressing a relaxed or carefree attitude
Lyrics © DOMINO PUBLISHING COMPANY, BMG Rights Management, CONCORD MUSIC PUBLISHING LLC, Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Anthem Entertainment, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd.
Written by: Abel Tesfaye, Carlo Montagnese, Steven John Severin, Susan Janet Ballion, Martin McKinney
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@aminsidiali
@@atom0824 there are definitely layers to that lyric.
1. people change. the weeknd discusses the subtle disappointing women have upon learning of his true nature or demons. or how he has changed/will change over time.
2. they're so fucking faded that nothing makes sense and you cant recognize anyone.
its not the most lyrically complex line, but it is very good, simplistic, and arguably relatable.
@lovelybridges2512
[Part I: House of Balloons]
[Intro]
Uh, oh, ayy, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
Been on another level since you came, no more pain
You look into my eyes, you can't recognize my face
You're in my world now, you can stay, you can stay
But you belong to me, ooh, you belong to me
[Chorus]
If it hurts to breathe, open a window (Woo-ooh)
Oh, your mind wants to leave (Leave), but you can't go
Oh, this is a happy house (A happy house)
We're happy here (We're happy here)
In a happy house
Oh this is fun, fun, fun, fun
Fun, fun, fun, fun
Fun, fun, fun, fun
[Verse 2]
Music got you lost
Nights pass so much quicker than the days did
Same clothes, you ain't ready for your day shift
This place will burn you up
But, baby, it's okay, them my niggas next door
And they working in the trap, so get naughty if you want
So don't blame it on me that you didn't call your home
So don't blame it on me, girl, 'cause you wanted to have fun
[Chorus]
If it hurts (Woo) to breathe
Open a window (Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Oh, your mind wants to leave but you can't go (Ooh)
This is a happy house
We're happy here in a happy house
Oh this is fun, fun, fun, fun (This is fun)
Fun, fun, fun, fun (This is fun to me)
Fun, fun, fun, fun (Ooh)
[Part II: Glass Table Girls]
[Segue]
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 707 out
Bring the 7
[Verse 3]
Two puffs for the lady who be down for that
Whatever, together
Bring your own stash of the greatest, trade it
Roll a dub, burn a dub, cough a dub, taste it
Then watch us chase it
With a handful of pills, no chasers
Jaw clenching on some super-sized papers
And she bad and her head bad
Escaping, her van is a Wonderland
And it's half-past six
Read skies 'cause time don't exist
But when the stars shine back to the crib
Superstar lines back at the crib
And we can test out the tables
We got some brand new tables
All glass and it's four feet wide
But it's a must to get us ten feet high
She give me sex in a handbag
I get her wetter than a wet nap
And no closed doors
So I listen to her moans echo
"I heard he do drugs now"
You heard wrong, I been on it for a minute
We just never act a fool, that's just how we fuckin' live it
And when we act a fool, it's probably 'cause we mixed it
Yeah, I'm always on that okey dokey
Them white boys know the deal, ain't no fuckin' phony
Big O know the deal, he the one who showed me
Watch me ride this fucking beat like he fuckin' told me
"Is that your girl, what's her fucking story?"
"She kinda bad but she ride it like a fucking pony"
I cut down on her man, be her fuckin' story
Yeah, I'm talking 'bout you, man, get to know me
Ain't no offense, though, I promise you
If you a real man, dude, you gon' decide the truth
But I'm a nice dude with some nice dreams
And we could turn this to a nightmare: Elm Street
[Outro]
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables (Ooh, ooh)
Bring the 707 out
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables (Ooh, ooh)
Bring the 707 out
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la) (Ooh, ooh)
Bring the 707 out
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
I'm so gone, so gone
Bring out the glass tables
Bring the 707 out (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Bring the 707 out (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Bring the 707 out (La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
Ooh, la, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
La, la, la, la, la, la, la, la
@rocksane
He wrote this song while being homeless. Performing this during the Halftime show of the most watched sports event in the world must have felt friggen amazing for him.
@DukeNich
I think the World Cup is the most watchED sport event in the world but yeah. He is a musical genius! XOTWOD. Homeless to performing for millions!!
@bxtchyqueen1687
most watched sports event in America
@polburuwa698
Halftime show isn't even top 5 but yeah go on Abel
@mosescuh3644
Why y'all mad over the most watched sport 😂
@bxtchyqueen1687
@@mosescuh3644 it’s really not
@samtheboulderer
He didn't have to perform this at the super bowl. It's not one of his biggest hits. He did it for the OG's and I respect him so much for it.
@michelleagua114
yupp
@prushatayeb5350
And for the 10th anniversary of this song
@nuriaruizdiaz7116
@@deadpaul6415 old fan of him