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House of Balloons
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House of Balloons

The Weeknd
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House of Balloons

Song Meaning and background of House of Balloons by The Weeknd


Toronto singer-songwriter Abel Tesfaye did not do any interviews when he released the first Weeknd album. “The whole ‘enigmatic artist’ thing, I just ran with it,” he said. “No one could find pictures of me. It reminded me of some villain.”


The title track of House of Balloons set in motion his career, with its sample of Siouxsie and the Banshees’ “Happy House” revealing a new path for R&B.


House of Balloons is the debut mixtape by Canadian singer The Weeknd. It was released in 2011, by the artist's own record label XO.


The mixtape was released for free on the Weeknd's website and was the subject of increased media discussion upon the use of its songs on television, as well as the then-anonymous identity of the individual behind the Weeknd.


House of Balloons was entirely recorded in Toronto, with production handled primarily by the Weeknd, Doc McKinney, Illangelo, and Cirkut.


Its title is derived from the nickname the singer gave to his former home in Parkdale, Toronto.

The mixtape received widespread acclaim, with critics praising its dark aesthetic, production, and lyrical content.


It is widely regarded as a major influence on both contemporary and alternative R&B. House of Balloons also contains elements of soul, trip hop, indie rock, dream pop, and electronic music.

Lyrically, the mixtape explores the Weeknd's drug use and experiences with love, heartbreak, and promiscuity.


House of Balloons was commercially released as part of the compilation album Trilogy (2012)

The guitar riff persists untouched and runs right through the track, giving it a glossy pop vibe and occasionally peaks with a generous swipe from the "Happy House" chorus.


Lyrics of House of Balloons by The Weeknd


[Part I: House of Balloons]

 

Uh, oh, ay, yeah, yeah

 

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

 

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

 

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

 

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]

 

Bring the 707 out

Bring the 707 out

Bring the 707 out

Bring the 707 out

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

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

 

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


Release Date

2011

Songwriter/s

Producer/s

Jeremy Rose, Rainer, The Weeknd, Doc Mckinney, Cirkut, Illangelo

Label/s

XO

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