This House Is Empty Now
Trijntje Oosterhuis Lyrics


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These rooms play tricks upon you
Remember when they were always filled with laughter?
But now they're quite deserted
They seem to just echo voices raised in anger
Maybe you will see my face
Reflected there on the pane
In the window of our poor
Forlorn and broken home

Still this house is empty now
There's nothing I can do
To make you want to stay
So tell me how
How am I supposed to live without you?

These walls were lined with pictures
Remember the glass we charged in celebration?
But now I fill my life up
With all that I can to deaden this sensation

Do you recognize the face
Fixed in that fine silver frame
Were you really so unhappy then?
You never said

So this house is empty now
There's nothing I can do
To make you want to stay
So tell me how
How am I supposed to live without you?

Oh, if I should just become forgetful
When night seems endless
Does the extinguished candle care
About the darkness?

It's funny how the mem'ry
Will bring you so close then make you disappear

Meanwhile all our friends must choose
Who they will favour, who they will lose
Hang the garland high or close the door
Or throw away the key

This house is empty now
There's no one living here
You have to care about
This house is empty now
There's nothing I can do
To make you want to stay
So tell me how
How am I supposed to live without you?

This house is empty now
There's no one living here
You have to care about
This house is empty now
There's nothing I can do
To make you want to stay




So tell me how
How am I supposed to live without you?

Overall Meaning

The lyrics of Trijntje Oosterhuis's song, "This House Is Empty Now," are a poignant reflection on a relationship that has come to an end. The empty rooms of the house, once filled with laughter, now echo the sound of voices raised in anger. The singer wonders if the memories of their time together are reflected in the window of the "poor, forlorn and broken home." The emptiness of the house is a metaphor for the emptiness the singer feels in her heart.


The second verse brings back more memories of happier times, when the walls were lined with pictures and they charged glasses in celebration. But now, the singer fills her life with distractions to deaden the pain of the breakup. She wonders if her former partner recognizes the face in the silver picture frame, and if they were really so unhappy back then. The singer acknowledges the contradictory nature of memory, which can bring someone close, but then make them disappear just as quickly.


The chorus underscores the sense of loss and helplessness the singer feels: "This house is empty now / There's nothing I can do / To make you want to stay / So tell me how / How am I supposed to live without you?" The final verse addresses the way friends may take sides in a breakup and must choose who to favor or lose. The singer doesn't know whether to hang the garland high, close the door, or throw away the key. But in the end, the only thing that matters is that this house, once filled with laughter and love, is now empty.


Line by Line Meaning

These rooms play tricks upon you
The rooms are unsettling and evoke memories of happier times.


Remember when they were always filled with laughter?
Recall the times when these rooms were full of joy and happiness.


But now they're quite deserted
The rooms are empty and devoid of life.


They seem to just echo voices raised in anger
The rooms now only amplify the sounds of arguments and fighting.


Maybe you will see my face
Perhaps you might catch sight of my reflection.


Reflected there on the pane
Appearing in the window's glass surface.


In the window of our poor
Within the window of our dilapidated and wrecked.


Forlorn and broken home
An unhappy and shattered dwelling place.


Still this house is empty now
Nevertheless, this abode is now vacant.


There's nothing I can do
I am powerless to change the situation.


To make you want to stay
To persuade you to remain with me.


So tell me how
I ask you to explain.


How am I supposed to live without you?
What am I supposed to do in order to survive without you?


These walls were lined with pictures
The walls used to have pictures hanging on them.


Remember the glass we charged in celebration?
Recall our happy times where we used to toast together.


But now I fill my life up
However, now I occupy my time and energy.


With all that I can to deaden this sensation
With anything that would numb this pain.


Do you recognize the face
Do you identify the person's face.


Fixed in that fine silver frame
That is enclosed within a delicate silver picture frame.


Were you really so unhappy then?
Were you genuinely dissatisfied during that time?


You never said
But you never expressed it to me.


Oh, if I should just become forgetful
Oh, if by chance I were to become forgetful.


When night seems endless
During the time when night appears infinite.


Does the extinguished candle care
Is the candle that has been blown out concerned.


About the darkness?
About the obscurity that surrounds it.


It's funny how the mem'ry
It's interesting how the memory.


Will bring you so close then make you disappear
Can make someone feel near, only to vanish without trace.


Meanwhile all our friends must choose
At the same time, our friends must decide.


Who they will favour, who they will lose
Which one they will support, and which one they will relinquish.


Hang the garland high or close the door
Whether to festoon or close off our abode.


Or throw away the key
Or simply discard the key for good.


This house is empty now
This dwelling place is presently empty.


There's no one living here
There is no one residing in this location.


You have to care about
You must be concerned about.


So tell me how
Consequently, tell me.


How am I supposed to live without you?
What is the way for me to survive without your presence?




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Most interesting comment from YouTube:

@noelharte6493

These rooms play tricks upon you
Remember when they were always filled with laughter
But now they're quite deserted
They seem to just echo voices raised in anger
Maybe you will see my face
Reflected there on the pane
In the window up above for long
In broken home

Yet this house is empty now
There's nothing I can do
To make you want to stay
So tell me how am I supposed to live without you

These walls were lined with pictures
Remember the glass we charged in celebration
But now I fill my life up
With all that I can to deaden this sensation
Do you recognize the face
Fixed in that fine silver frame
Were you really so unhappy there
You never said

So this house is empty now
There's nothing I can do to make you want to stay
So tell me how am I supposed to live without you

Oh, if I could just become forgetful
When night seems endless
Does the extinguished candle care
About the darkness

It's funny how the memory
Will bring you so close then make you disappear
Meanwhile all our friends must choose
Who they will favor, who they will lose
Hang the garland high, or close the door
Or throw away the key

This house is empty now
There's no one living here
You have to care about
This house is empty now
There's nothing I can do
To make you want to stay
So tell me how am I supposed to live without you

This house is empty now
This house is empty now
There's nothing I can do
This house is empty now
This house is empty now



All comments from YouTube:

@dandyhiphop

I miss my father, the house is so empty without him. Beautiful rendition, lyrics, arrangement. We are gonna miss you Burt!

@douglaswilkin4991

Costello, Bacharach, Oosterhuis. A perfect combination.

@johnburke6029

She's Dutch and yet her English diction is flawless. Amazing singer

@martinchinn4327

Trintje is the only contemporary singer of the Bacharach songbook that can match the vocal force of Dionne Warwick.

@Nastyfinger1444

Damn! She is fantastic.

@Marcel20658

Burt`s Music which is always haunted and with the lyrics of Elvis made this song to a universal song, a song of infinity. This song is blended to one of these heartfelt songs ever. Thank you Burt and Elvis for writing this haunting song. In one word Amazing!!

@brigidaquispequispetancara1753

Es una maravilla de canción y triste a la vez, dice mucho su letra, muy hermosa...y la interpretación de la cantante es magnífica. Gracias Burt Bacharach por toda la belleza que dejaste.

@ColinPRS

Found this singer by accident, what a fantastic voice.

@Denoneer

One word - STUNNING.

@bellican48

This goes in my heart and soul!!

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