Vain – A Tribute to a Ghost

by Silence

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about

With their third studio album, Silence became part of the legend surrounding Matej Smolnik a.k.a. Vain, a promising young artist whose sudden death in 1998 - a death that remains shrouded in mystery - unveiled a unique musical legacy, as well as an assorted collection of prose and drawings.

The connection between Vain and Silence is apparent and yet difficult to pinpoint. They share many things: bits and pieces of their past, certain aspects of their personalities and, most importantly, their work. It is impossible to draw a clear line between Vain and Silence, as it is impossible to distinguish between myth and reality.

The music, a combination of electronic beats and acoustic elements - ranging from classical string arrangements to exotic instruments (santur, koto, valiha ...) - is where Vain and Silence are one: uncompromising and undeterred by the stifling demands of the music business. As Vain once wrote in his diary: "The trouble with music is that it often deals with listeners."

credits

released October 6, 2004

Track 2 written by Ralf Hütter and Florian Schneider.
Track 10 written by Oliver Mandić.
All remaining songs written by Benko.
Tracks 4 and 11 programmed, recorded, produced and mixed by Peter Penko at Raingarden 9, Ljubljana.
All remaining songs programmed, recorded, produced and mixed by Silence at Daily Girl, Ljubljana.
Anne Clark's vocal recorded by Joey Bellinger at Audio Warehouse, Mittelbiberach.
Guest vocal on track 2: Anne Clark.
Strings on tracks 1, 5, 6, 7, 12 and 13: Tina Krajnik (violin), Katja Krajnik (viola) and Petra Gačnik (cello).
Cello on track 4: Mirela Rihtar.
Backing vocals on tracks 2 and 14: Gregor Gruden.
Backing vocals on track 14: Katja Šaponjić.
Valiha on track 12: Linda Volahasiniaina.
Mastered by Tom Meyer at Master & Servant, Hamburg.

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Track Name: Skin
I read your skin
It's like a book of lust
It is my Bible
Yeah, in skin we trust
My private landscape
Full of lovely sights
Sweetest depressions
and addictive heights

Drawn by your skin
Every night
I am a strange parasite
Breaking the seams
of your skin
Don't be afraid
Let me in

I'm wrapped in you
Your skin is woven sin
You're wearing moonlight
I'm wearing just a grin
I stretch my arms
and roam through Holy Land
I am a pilgrim
Heaven is close at hand
Track Name: Baby
Violets are blue
and blood is red
I always knew
you'd end up dead
You drowned in tears
accidentally
Cut your wrists
on apathy
You jumped …
and landed on your knees
Baby

You practiced
hanging
by a thread
Baby
My almost living
Nearly dead
Baby
From Russia
with a nice roulette
Baby
A matching bullet
for your head
Baby

A set of pills
for every meal
Ten for every
itch you feel
You found reality
could be bent
You checked out
and left for rent
a vacant seat
behind the wheel
Baby
Track Name: Belief
I don't believe in love
I cannot face the flood
I don't believe in love
diseases in the mud
I don't believe in love
vultures drawn by blood
I am much too frail for this
I can't defy the storm
in your kiss

I won't go down again
I won't go down this road again
I won't go up in flames
I won't go down the drain of love
again

I don't believe in love
I cannot fight the drought
I don't believe in love
the wasteland in my mouth
I don't believe in love
the ever-burning doubt
I am much too frail for this
I can't defy the heat
of your kiss

Desert and rain
Fire and ice
Can you afford
to pay the price
of love?
Track Name: Surrender
It's here,
my sweet baby
So soon, yet overdue
It's here
Here to claim you
The time we bought is through

Surrender, my love
Surrender, it's alright
Give in to the night

I must let you go now
Brave little girl
One more child devoured
by this world

It's here
Like a hound
that's on to a wounded prey
What was distant future
has just become today

Surrender, my love
Surrender, it's alright
Give in to the night

I must let you go now
Brave little girl
Nothing's worse for children
than this world
Track Name: Someone Else's Song
In case you think
I am to blame for this song
Think again,
because you couldn't be more wrong
Someone sneaked into this line I wrote
It was Honey
dancing barefoot between the notes

Hey Honey sing your song
Hey Honey turn me on
You mould me like a piece of clay
Hey Honey move my lips
You're in my fingertips
whenever I decide to play

I am just a wannabe pioneer
Lost among
their subconscious souvenirs
Their songs are dormant viruses
in my head
And I can't help but wonder
how many are there, playing dead?
Track Name: She Alone
Fighter planes came
Fires blazed all night
But it's okay -
she's alright
Fighter planes swarmed
every single night
But it's okay -
she said 'I'm alright'

It's not okay
It is not alright
Only vultures
stalk their prey
at night

Breathing poison
makes it hard to see
It's a fight
for democracy
Spreading justice
with uranium
Welcome
to the new millennium

They say they won
I'm not so sure
They won a battle
She won the war
She alone
Track Name: Runalong
You may cast off your skin
Make believe there's wind
in your hair
You've found so many ways
to bribe that smile you wear
But it's no use
The weariness remains
The stale blood in your veins

You take the footsteps at hand
and follow
You know the pill is too big
to swallow

So you run along

Mr. Body and Mrs. Mind
They grow older at different rates
So part of you
is always running late
Trying to compensate
Track Name: Favourite Routine
She's my baby
Abortive child
My miscarriage
The kind that draws a smile
She's my womb
A sperm with style
A foetus unborn to be wild

Pale and divine
Innocent and weak
Endlessly frail
Useless so to speak
Your lips are blue
Eyes rimmed in black
I'm drawn to you
You're such a wreck

She's growing stronger
It's obscene
Licking her wounds was
my favourite routine
Watching her heartbeat
on the screen
Wondering if she'll turn nineteen
… or not
Track Name: Mr. Goodwrong
The strangest place
to look for grace -
Crossing the gates of hell
Is it sublime
or just a crime?
Sometimes it's hard to tell

A little wrong can set things right
and darkness can shed some light
A little death can bring some life
Just like love can cut like a knife

A drop of blood
dissolves the mud
and washes away the pain
A touch of hell
Meaning well
and everything's right as rain

Mercy's just a crime away
Handed on a silver tray
Damn your laws
The love of Christ
Obsolete, overprized

A little wrong can set things right
and darkness can shed some light
A little death can bring some life
Love is cruel -
A war to the knife
Track Name: Silver Bloom
We
We were so vain
Wretched kings
of the room
You
You were different
So detached
So immune
You turned our dirt
into a silver bloom

I was merely a moth
taken by your light
A shadow chained to your feet
A parasite
Words became treacherous
Thoughts were out of tune
You're a powerful drug,
Silver Bloom

You
You were different
It was clear
from the start
Your smile
Your dark grace
The kind features
of your face
They are the map
of your heart
Track Name: Runalong (Acoustic Version)
You may cast off your skin
Make believe there's wind
in your hair
You've found so many ways
to bribe that smile you wear
But it's no use
The weariness remains
The stale blood in your veins

You take the footsteps at hand
and follow
You know the pill is too big
to swallow

So you run along

Mr. Body and Mrs. Mind
They grow older at different rates
So part of you
is always running late
Trying to compensate
Track Name: 3 besede / 3 Words (Bonus Track)
Tri besede
Neizrečene
Visijo v zraku
V polmraku
Čakajo v zavetju tišine
da razbijanje srca mine,
da roke se tresoče umirijo,
begajoče oči ustalijo
in jezik jecljavi pove ti
rad te imam

Three tiny words
Three mighty words
are hanging in the air
Hidden somewhere
Beneath the surface of this mask we wear
Behind our cherished state of grace
And when the pressure gets too hard to bear
These three words
will blow up in your face
An explosive point of view
Namely, I hate you