Songteksten - From Villa Delirium

‘FROM VILLA DELIRIUM -Friction/Suburban 02001'

ALL OUR YESTERDAYS

I’m grateful for the laughter
And those haunting memories
Grateful for your greatness
And all the life you brought to me
Grateful for those summer days
Grateful for your love
Grateful for your caring
And the being of a God

All our yesterdays
Push me to a brand new start
All our yesterdays
Each written in a piece of heart

Grateful for the friendship
And all your silly creeds
Grateful for the moments
And the things I don’t really need
I’m grateful for your bareness
Your doubts and the lack of love
The sunshine in your hairdo
All the things that I forgot

But all our yesterdays…

I give you every piece of my heart
I give you every piece of my heart
Don’t you want a piece of my heart?
Every little piece of my heart

The sun came blasting down and I wanted you
I loved you from the start
The sun came blasting out and I’m blinded by the light
I offer you my heart


VILLA DELIRIUM

Have a drink and we’ll try to get hold of your sickest desires
In a town with no pity start a party in your mind
Gather around by the heat of a blazing blasting bonfire
On a house on a hill they have kicks for free tonight
At Villa Delirium

And the thunder and the heartbeats and the cries in the night
Gather around Villa Delirium
(Kicks for free!)

And I had no intentions to be your dog for the evening
Love drugs and Hate drinks it’s all the same to me
When the pills have worn off there is always a thrill to get high upon
Lay back have a try of some of them wildest treats
At Villa Delirium

And the thunder…


DEAD BABIES

She slams the doors and weeps the carpet wet
In the morning she repeats it again
Domestic wars but all remains unsaid
Just the parrot whistling bitter refrains

Wish I was at home and feeling sorry for myself
In a rainstorm looking over the deck
I sell my soul to be out on my own
In the company of a cigarette

Did you hear her call?
What was it that she said?
Revelations are poured out between sheets
From coast to coast so empty in the head
Like dead babies they are buried under sea

Lost and misbehaving in the South or Middle-East
In the morning there will be no regrets
I sell my soul to be out on my own
In the friendliness of a cigarette
In the company of a cigarette

Three cheers for the mourning feeling sorry for themselves
Let them know that there’s a storm up ahead
I sell my soul to be out on my own
In the friendliness of a cigarette
In the company of a cigarette


NEW TATTOO I

I walked for miles, I strode in mysteries
I starred in dreams so you could find me
I curse the day that I could not foresee
That truth was creeping up behind me

I’ve got this heartache and a new tattoo
That tells the world to keep it shut
In thick black letters spells it out to you
But the tissue remains soft

The bed remains although the sheets are cold
Delirious ghosts appear at night
Still there are mysteries that remain unsolved
By the dawn’s early light


NEW TATTOO II (PATRIOTS)

I want the truth
I throw it back to you
The truth nothing but the truth
You see, I’ve got a new tattoo

The darker the night, the crueller the proof
I strip to the beat and I long for you
Patriots we are in the deepest of dreams
Patriots reflect in the dagger’s gleam

I kill for truth
Cut, cut, cut it
The truth nothing but the truth
You see, I’ve got a new tattoo

The weaker the moves, the stronger the thoughts
The sicker the dreams, the thicker the blood
I fuck with your rules, I plan and I scheme
I drag myself through in my patriot’s dream

I want the truth
I throw it back to you
The truth nothing but the truth
I got a new tattoo
And so I throw it back to you
The truth nothing but the truth
Cut, cut, cut it
You see, I got a new tattoo
Yeah!

HIGH

Saw you walking down the street
Your baggy jeans they fluttered round your thighs
The ones that used to suit you well
You were high, you were high

Saw you with a friend today
Giggling out, trying to walk a straight line
Bumping into passers-by
You were high, you were all high

You were right
to stop and try to bother
You were right
Forget about the others

You were right
Live from day to day
You were right
Throw it all away

I saw you in my dreams last night
In all your grace before my eyes
Despite all my disbelieves
You were mine, you were mine


HOLIDAY IN MANCHESTER

Where are the young men, burned up to fast?
Where are the young men now, free at last?
Framed in pictures in leaking galleries
United at weddings and anniversaries
So where are the young men, who’s living to tell?
Where are the young men now?
Burning in hell

How do you feel with your brittle soul turned cold?
How do you do, dangling at your rope?

Where are the young men, have they abandoned Christ?
Where are the young men now, what did they do to their lives?
Look at the young men, so battered and thin
They look so much older
Where have they been?

How do you feel…

How does it feel at the end of night and any major thrills around?
On a holiday in Manchester with our eyes pointed to the ground
How we mistook you for a crucifix on a drizzly Cold War night
You’re mother’s shame, you mumbling saint who took us
To the other side
How do you feel?
How do you do?

Look at the young men, so alone
Look at the young men as they’re coming home
Tied to their families in suburban towns
Free from the burdens
So much younger now


TRISTAN TRISTAN

Tristan Tristan
Every now and then you spring into my mind
Every now and then I have to catch your eyes
Suddenly

Tristan Tristan
How fondly and how quietly he’s smiling
Fondly now he opens up his eyes
Oh look friends how he smiles

Tristan Tristan
For a moment did you ever think of me
When you lay there dying against the old oak tree?
King Mark the Pitiful

She’s in love with the part she doesn’t understand

She’s in love with
Tristan Tristan
Belgium beers and cocaine by the open fire
Showed her how a free man handles love desires
Loverman

Tristan Tristan
Love potions and treason and a wedding ring
Goes to show that smartness isn’t everything
Loverman

She’s in love with the part she doesn’t understand

Supreme bliss
Descending into the eternal night
In between the sheets
Of another man’s wife

L’amour est…


SHADES OF A DAYDREAM

Tell me what you want me to be
A lover, a friend, a hand when in need
Tell me what you want me to be
Fatherly, a Christ or a fiend.

Night falls and I’m aching to be
More than just image
Shades of a daydream
Night falls and I’m aching to see
My babies

Tell me where you want me to stand
At eleven a.m. as I stare at your fence
Tell me what you want me to be
A voyeur, a teaser, the holiest man

The red of your gown defies my disbelieves
Threatens every certainty, screams in terror as it bleeds
Your frailness, it dissolves in the dusk behind my eyes
I feed on your trembling as I roam your mind

 

 

 

 


'FROM VILLA DELERIUM'