V I L L A V I D E - L A D I S P A R I T I O N
“La disparition” is a progression of tracks around the theme of… disappearance. Of yourself runing away, of others, of feelings, of hope, of love, of the landscape, of all the inhabitants in a “Ville vide”, etc. Which results in a void, a resonant emptiness, a special and suspect quality of the environing silence where the epic and cold final solo piano piece takes place and concludes the trip. Some of the songs previously released as singles have been revisited in new versions: “Escape” is now in a faster and synthpunk version, the instrumental “Ville Vide” now has vocals and a dedicated video, “September air” has been remastered by the sound alchemist Nico Guerrero.
Releases May 16, 2025
All musics and lyrics by Orson Wald.
Vocals and all instruments by Orson Wald.
“September air” has been remastered in 2024 by Nico Guerrero (Vortex, Rhys Chatham and ambient noise guitar solo works) at Scories Studio.
LYRICS OF ALL THE SONGS
TERRAIN VAGUE I’m a mystery to myself A missing person A friend of night The invisible enemy Within. Que fais-je ici, Sur ce terrain vague ? Helicopter blades in a poem of clouds Drinks open doors It’s like walking into mirrors Endless corridors I can’t remember… Que fais-je ici, Sur ce terrain vague ? Des forêts sans orée Des forêts sans arrêt Des forêts sans orée Des forêts sans arrêt Et ce terrain vague… Et ce terrain vague… A DEPARTURE A departure, a departure... This is forever A departure In the rain In the grey weather It all has faded In the rear window Leaves an obscure sorrow A departure, a departure This is forever A departure I the rain In the grey weather It all has faded In the rear window Leaves an obscure sorrow A departure, a departure In the cold In the night In the dark Left alone in the park This house is no more A mere souvenir And the feeling is bitter Behind the lifeless facade The rooms are haunted By our past presence Of our lives a ghost dance A ghost dance in silence
ESCAPE
Let's run away
Before this is too late
Let's run away
That smile is fake
This love is death
And that Cologne has a smell of trouble
Let's run away
Leave them all behind
Let them by themselves
Devouring each other
A motorbike escape
Through the landscape
Just follow a curve in the night
Into the tunnels and the lights
Let's run away
Let him burst in flames
His hollow heart
Is a blackhole of hate
Let's run away
That smile is fake
This love is death
And that Cologne has a smell of trouble
Let’s run away
Leave them all behind
Let them by themselves
Devouring each other
A motorbike escape
Through the landscape
Just follow a curve in the night
Into the tunnels and the lights
Let him burst in flames
His hollow heart
Is a blackhole of hate
Away away away
Too late too late too late
SEPTEMBER AIR
Everything you’ve lost is in the September air
Elusive scent of amber
Fallen apples and old paper
An echo of the waning summer
A perfume of nowhere
The swing of a fluorescent flower
On the border of tomorrow, a vertigo
At the moment when you go
September air is here
Full of hopes and fear
Distracting from despair
A treasure you discover
A cloud of incense
Your thoughts, their distance
From any sense
Everything you’ve lost is in the September air
WHENEVER YOU GO
Whenever you go
I never know
If I’ll ever see you
Whenever you go
I never know
If I’ll ever see you
Again
Again
Whenever you go
I never know
If I’ll ever see you
See you again
Again
Again
Whenever you go
I never know
If I’ll ever see you again
If I’ll ever see you again
If I’ll ever see you again
Again
Again
Whenever you go
You go
You go
HAULOVER ROAD
Today, the other side of the river
Has disappeared
To where ?
Stumbled into a void ?
Flickering rays of sunshine
Dancing through the leaves of trees.
You run across the grass
And suddenly you see…
Everything fades away in the sparkling mist
Betrayal of the real, an iris
A vertical forest like a wall
A fortress
And suddenly you see…
Words are worlds
Words are worlds
You drive your car
On the haulover road
A corridor in the ether
Floating shreds of haze surrounding you
The reverberation of light is dazzling like the truth
The fog, the mystery thickens and swallows
Suddenly you see…
A cargo ship huge as a block of flats
Slowly going through the garden down the aisle
And it softly passes like a caress.
A galleon sailing among the apple blossoms
Coming to take you
For other times and shores
Between dusk and twilight
Wisteria and honeysuckle
Wafting through the window
In the room upstairs.
A bird call cutting the falling night
A voice of the wild, a warning.
Suddenly you see…
The river has been replaced by seas,
An ocean of possibilities.
You drive your car
On the haulover road
A corridor in the ether
Floating shreds of haze surrounding you
The reverberation of light is dazzling like the truth
The fog, the mystery thickens and swallows
Suddenly you see…
Piano pieces are places where to live,
You learn them to feel in their hollow
This house is one of them
And words are worlds
Coming to take you
For other times and shores
Between dusk and twilight
Wisteria and honeysuckle
Wafting through the window
In the room upstairs.
You drive your car
On the haulover road
A corridor in the ether
Floating shreds of haze surrounding you
The reverberation of light is dazzling like the truth
The fog, the mystery thickens and swallows.
DISTANT ZONE
I just want to be alone
Far away from the crowd
In a very distant zone
At the end of the road
Back to my one-man town
Quietly living on my own
No need to be anyone
No need to be anyone
Beyond the woods and the fields
In a realm of the unknown
A house like a desert island
A ship aground on the sand
A conversation with the wind
A slow waltz with the waves
I just want to be alone
Far away from the crowd
In a very distant zone
At the end of the road
At the end of the road
I just want to be alone
Far away from the crowd
In a very distant zone
At the end of the road
Back to my one-man town
Quietly living on my own
No need to be anyone
No need to be anyone
VILLE VIDE
Du néant capitale
D’un avenir létal
Ville vide
Des airs Atlantide
Esplanades arides
A perte de vue
S’étendent
Vaste dérobade
Corridors de rues
En enfilade
Où tous se sont perdus
Ville vide
Béante de quel exode ?
Echo de quelle Zorglonde ?
Une bulle de verre
Irisée de lumière
Ville creuse
Où s’engouffre le vent
Ville fantôme,
Fausse commune,
Mensonge éclatant
Ville vide
Glaciale et placide
Désert impavide
Ville froide
Un silence précipice
Une menace, un code.
Encerclée de rocades
Etrange balade
Dans la ville vide
Dont toute vie s’évade.
Etrange balade
Dans la ville vide
Dont toute vie s’évade.
LE RAVISSEUR
Stockholm syndrome of a lover (x2)
Le ravisseur a kidnappé mon coeur
Son regard de velours noir
A pas de loup dans le square
Il me fait décoller du sol
Comme si j’avais respiré de la colle
C’est vraiment la passion
J’attends ses dernières instructions
Le ravisseur…
Stockholm syndrom of a lover (x3)
L’ADVERSAIRE
L’adversaire a le regard si clair
Qu’on croirait pouvoir
Passer au travers
Ne rencontrant que l’air
Ne rencontrant que l’air
Le ravisseur a le regard si noir
Qu’il se fond dans le soir
Tout au fond des miroirs
Tout au fond des miroirs
Combustion du désir
Ne rencontrant que l’air
Ne rencontrant que l’air
L’assassin a le regard si vert
Mes cieux grands ouverts
Tombant dans les airs
Tombant dans les airs
Ne rencontrant que l’air
Ne rencontrant que l’air
Ne rencontrant que l’air
L’adversaire a le regard si clair
Qu’on croirait pouvoir
Passer au travers
Ne rencontrant que l’air
Ne rencontrant que l’air
Le ravisseur a le regard si noir
Qu’il se fond dans le soir
Dans le soir
Tout au fond des miroirs
Tout au fond des miroirs