As I wandered through the garden Where the hydrangeas engulf the gates and the river cries Time was slipping through my hands And seven trumpets were about to roar, one at a time We went on in life together Felt the growing pains inside I guess nothing lasts forever Let alone this silent crime But then all this weight sometimes I’m feeling kinda lonely I may be on the brink sometimes I’m feeling kinda blue And I… Darling I remember times (When you were) Looking kinda lovely I’ll see you on the rink sometime Even though I knew I wasn’t sure I could face the facts, let alone the scars And when the skies opened up and the rain came down All I could hear was the ringing of the bells When the choir sang I never Felt the growing pains inside I guess nothing lasts forever Let alone this silent crime But then all this weight sometimes I’m feeling kinda lonely I may be on the brink sometimes I’m feeling kinda blue And I… Darling I remember times (When you were) Looking kinda lovely I’ll see you on the rink sometime roller-skating I… No I won’t be a burden Did I ruin all your plans With every broken promise? * Can you hold me? « Il y avait d’abord quatre monuments, Qui durcissaient dans l’œil et l’espace comme une argile enfin mûre, Sous les souples coups de fouet d’un Dieu Qui ne voulait pas – à aucun prix – Ne voulait pas être aimé. » Can you show me? « Il y avait la terre couleur d’hôpital des pauvres, la terre muette aux senteurs hâves, Aux avant-bras blessés. » Be the light « Il y avait la mer couleur de léproserie et de scandale. Il y avait le ciel couleur de lait d’érable, épais comme un corps. Il y avait le corps, aux couleurs de brique sanguine et de fantasme pilé, Avec son maintien énorme de pilastre, dans la vapeur ancienne, couleur de brique aussi. » Be alive « Il y avait, au-delà, les trois idées sacramentelles... » Can you show me? You’re from another reality, hold me It wasn’t God or the sun, you’re the light One day you came when nothing at all felt alive This water we’re drowning in, is it holy? This roof we’re living under is burning slowly I feel you side-eyeing me out of spite Somehow, someway this can’t be how me and you die I’ll try to look back on us in all our glory I’ll make a beautiful lie out of our story Never forgetting any memory There’s only so many wrongs you can bury But babe in so many words, can you touch me? If it’s not enough to drive me crazy Your face, your face is the revelation of Christ Passage en français : extrait du poème inédit « Espagnes » de Marien Defalvard, lu par l'auteur.

It’s hard enough pretending just slow it down We fell off the merry go round By tomorrow we’re leaving this dead end town Where dreams can never be found So pretty up and fight till it disappears All the emptiness that you fear Forget the burning heart and the reasons why We’ll make it right in the fall Killing all this time right on the edge of the night Spending all your life dancing to shimmering lights Crying your eyes out until the end of July Trying to hide the pain and hope they never ask why When you say your prayers at night I’m the one that’s on your mind When there’s no tears left to cry Stuck on the outline of your penciled-in eyes It’s bad enough, remember the moon is gone Someone’s been shooting it down It’s time we dared to step on this battleground Or I’ll just wait for the fall Killing all this time right on the edge of the night Spending all your life dancing to shimmering lights Crying your eyes out until the end of July Trying to hide the pain and hope they never ask why When you say your prayers at night I’m the one that’s on your mind When there’s no tears left to cry Stuck on the outline of your penciled-in eyes You can’t hear me out, you can’t hear me out You can only get so close, here I am Don’t you worry if we don’t run out of time you’ll get to know who I am Underneath the lights A new world begins tonight You’re staring down the barrel of a gun but you don’t know how it ends

« Wrong turn » Was spelled on a red sign Right over the headlights A lifetime on the run Wrong time To feel overly shy Killed by friendly fire Let’s blame it on the wine Aux yeux de chat, la nuit s’en va pas à pas You can die alone Or you can right all wrongs You can ride along through the night Home, far away I belong to the sky Fading in, fading out Under Elysian lights I’m closing in on you You’re closing in on me I’m closing in on you I’ve trapped your heart in mine Ghosts from the past Fly all around And will fade like a lost embrace Long nights I flew on the red eye Turning back the time To hold your hand in mine Witch craft Some ancient form of art Cast a spell over my Imitation of life La ville immense s’endort et la nuit vient You can die alone Or you can right all wrongs You can ride along through the night Home, far away I belong to the sky Fading in, fading out Under Elysian lights I’m closing in on you You’re closing in on me I’m closing in on you I’ve trapped your heart in mine Remember me on the shore When you can’t take it anymore Every time we rolled in the sand And every time we felt innocent « Sorry » Well ever was she? Out of her mind Gone in a moment Poor me? She never cared to Take it in stride « You had your moment » Calmly She never looked back and Walked out the door Get me out of here Et le cœur haletant Vibrait dans l’air languide À nouveau se plaignait Comme un amour meurtri Passages en français : phrases de Jacques Vaché (1895 - 1919), aïeul des frères Vesper.

My visions of paradise are distorted, I’ve lost my way How many chances do you get? I wasn't there, you cried in vain All I've got is bitterness, why can't you stay another day? Cause your love I can't deny, the heart you hide is dear to mine When nobody's there for you now I could stand the test of time Never got a better hand than some jack of hearts but I've done my best Cold and dressed up to the nines for your sterling kiss my queen of spades When nobody's there for you now I could stand the test of time So baby now come on You gotta let me know If it’s time to let you go I swear that I’ll be there To bring heaven down And to walk you home Past the seven realms again It’s true And I…

Here we are Walking by Your past lives and alibis The same old song the same old storyline In your eyes Here we are Lost and found I still can get you to smile The same old song the same old storyline In your eyes Over and out you’ve run out of time So many times you’ve been laid out bleeding Over and out in the blue dawn light Facing the town on the coldest morning Here we are Down the aisle I still can’t get it to rhyme The same old song the same old storyline In your eyes Over and out you’ve run out of time So many times you’ve been laid out bleeding Over and out in the blue dawn light Facing the town on the coldest morning Never had I been so eager baby To feel the rising sun For every mile we’ve been walking baby We’ve reached a foreign land

Once upon a time when strings would chime And our love used to sparkle and shine We dance upon its skeleton Draped in silk we no longer lie on We found ourselves to rise beyond Any hope of a last redemption I'm left to try and transcend time And escape this anguish paradigm I might cry… A trail of tears tonight For all the fires and lies that consume brides So divine and soul-stirring was mine I'm left to cry and unbind your eyes Shift paradigms I might cry… A trail of tears tonight Call my name, shed the frame, seal the crate Never did I wish until now for someone to save me And sacrifice all the beliefs that I have And the feelings that I lack And all the trust in you now Would you sacrifice? L'ordre contre l'ordre, La pénitence avant la Joie Dans le bois qui ruine la beauté qu'on avait voulu accorder À sa figure propre, infâmement, Sous l'ombre cavalière : glorieux plâtre plumitif Qui guette l'idée du bûcher, ou du râtelier. Science exquise des corps, qui s'innapartient...   On voudrait être devenu la buée sur le buste, Après tous les enterrements par les ciels éclatants de la plus vieille France, Quand ce qu'on enterre est la Vérité. Dure, la lumière, sur le beau cercueil de nacre flambé. On est soi-même : ordre contre ordre, contre-ordre contre contre-ordre, Et d'un dépravement, d'un déclassement, Enfin de l'épave qu'on est, au milieu d'une grande mer raffûtée de poussière, Ou d'un désossement, qui sait, quand la Faute brille sur la belle cuisse travaillée, presque touchable,   D'un déclassement on guette la Vérité – On guette la lisière froide de l'abîme, le liséré de métal brûlé Du corps. Et l'innocence, celle des enterrements royaux, sous les ciels exultants, De la plus ancienne France, ne sont plus là Pour aucune raison. Pour aucun principe, Pour aucune raison.   Et, au-delà des membranes de l'ordre, et du désossement, L'idée de bâtardise, l'architecture de bâtardise Qui – même sur la butte, Demeure – même avec dans le champ de vision Les enterrements fleurdelisés, sous le soleil frappant le marbre d'Ile de France, Dans un juin mémorable d'après-monde Elle demeure, parce qu'elle était première Et que l'innocence propre la joignait. Le temps est innocent : c'est la grande leçon reine, Qui accable le jour.   Le désordre contre le désordre. La pénitence avant la Joie. Dans le bois qui ruine la beauté qu'on avait voulu accorder... Cessons là : nous tenons par un fil à ce cheptel civilisé, Qui a fait couler l'eau noire sur nos épaules, avant la lumière sacrée, En place de la lumière des sacres, sacrée. Contre-ordre : les générations poursuivent une orbite vide, Et l'abandon, l'abandon, est le lot pour notre visage. Mon prochain a perdu toute sa possession, sa sainte lettre ; J'ai saccagé ma destinée.   Oublions – la crête, le chemin de tranche, la bâtardise – Oublions qu'il est déjà trop tard. I might cry…
 A trail of tears tonight Call my name, shed the frame, seal the crate

When we were wild I couldn’t find the words God has been sold Rest His soul You’re speaking in tongues and this diary feels haunted All the pages have been torn Your locks are still golden but looks are deceiving Your crown was made of thorns

You and I are falling apart I’ve had a dream that I could be Your way out of this hell but I Realize I could never in time You hide in the shadows behind Every decision, every lie In manifold disguise Nowhere is safe tonight No one is moving on Where do we go tonight? Why are we holding on? You can try to confide in the morning son It’s still a while till the end of your life Till the rain in the wake of the morning sun Colours the clouds gliding right across the sky You and I are oceans apart I’ve had this secret I can’t hide Away from your all knowing eye I realized you could never be mine You hide in the shadows behind Every decision, every lie In manifold disguise You can try to confide in the morning son It’s still a while till the end of your life Till the rain in the wake of the morning sun Colours the clouds gliding right across the sky