Introduction in English:

Most recently, after a long time, I was at the "Black Cafe" on Berlin's Kurfürstendamm. And as I sat there, I remembered a scene from my life that was the starting point for the song "Treason:
About 25 years ago I'm sitting one Saturday morning at three o'clock in the Black Cafe. Although I hardly ever drink alcohol, I'm drinking my third glass of vodka to wash down the increasingly painful shock of a triple betrayal: 
My wife betrayed our fidelity alliance because she cheated on me. My best friend betrayed our friendly loyalty because my wife cheated with him. And finally, I betrayed myself by taking poor care of myself and blindly trusting them.
The associated feeling of "nothing is the same as it was before" and "everything that seemed so right now appears wrong, upside down, or in shambles..." I have tried to express with this song.

Treason

Red light turns blue
Discreetly, data is stolen
The upright mountain 
Is in truth a tiny garden gnome

The handshake firm yet shallow
A promise that gives way to crime
A gold bar suspiciously light
Wryly calibrated

The walking stick breaks
A black spider - wanders into the light

Treason
Treason
Tre-e-e-ason

The asphalt is only slightly corrugated
The minister of truth is ordered

A work of art seduces 
Adorned with the signs of lies
A garden squints colourfully
And yet has false teeth in its mouth

A blossoming rose already withered
The topping-out feast with rotten beams
A trumpeter who blows on a comb
Freshly bared

The embraced strangled
The most familiar dies

Treason
Treason
Tre-e-e-ason

The asphalt is only slightly corrugated
The minister of truth orders

Treason

Within this hostile macabre 
Along the dirty boulevard 
Where the strangers they dream 
You know who the strangers are

Burlesque, those risqué eyes 
Their femme fatale face
By the way they work their hips 
There's no mistaking this place

Bring out the pleasure skin 
Won't you please come on in 
We love the pleasure skin

Indulge in the sights for the senses 
Complimentary of our own pretences 
Feed the soul, unite us all 
Within these here walls
This bordello, you call a home

Bring out the pleasure skin 
Won't you please come on in 
We love the pleasure skin

Bring out the pleasure skin 
Won't you please come on in 
We love the pleasure skin
Feast your eyes on this encore 
An entree, so delightful

Bask in amazement 
Wonderment and applause 
Leave your shoes by the back door
Bring out the pleasure skin Won't you please come on in 
We love the pleasure skin 
Won't you please come on in 
We love the pleasure skin 
We love the pleasure
We love the pleasure
We love the pleasure skin

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered at 'Ashwood Music Productions' by Ashley Bachelier.
Subject to copyright ©

Paul Matthews - Vocals, 
Ash Emile - Guitar / Backing Vocals / Keyboard, 
Mariusz Strzelbicki - Guitar, 
Pari Fari - Bass, 
Gavin Carey - Drums,

(Session Guest) Mark Hudson - Sax.

The Hurt We Steal

Pleasure Skin

She glanced at me from across the street 
Our eyes locked from afar
She could thaw my frozen heart 
Her body is a work of art

Shame she's a working girl
A dirty piece of trash
She stole my heart and took my cash

With legs that travel to her neck 
She moves like no one should
My head between her slender thighs 
A taste of womanhood

Shame she's a working girl
A dirty piece of trash
She stole my heart and took my cash 
She stole my heart and took my cash

When I met you I'd fallen deep
Deep in love with you
That's when you decided to have your cake
And eat it too

She's a woman everyone wants 
And everybody needs 
She's never happy with just one 
She'll screw the entire team

Shame she's a working girl
A dirty piece of trash
She stole my heart and took my cash 
Shame she's a working girl
A dirty piece of trash
She stole my heart and took my cash 
She stole my heart and took my cash

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered at 'Ashwood Music Productions' by Ashley Bachelier.
Subject to copyright ©

Paul Matthews - Vocals, 
Ash Emile - Guitar / Backing Vocals / Keyboard, 
Mariusz Strzelbicki - Guitar, 
Pari Fari - Bass, 
Gavin Carey - Drums,

(Session Guest) Mark Hudson - Sax.

Dirty Girl

I should never try to conceal the pain 
You know just how I feel
Time and time again

When drowning is my only friend 
And when I turn to the bottle 
You fear for losing me again

A small cluster of stars in the sky 
And as the sun lays down to rest 
And the night closes in

I can't help but while I'm wondering why 
What more could I ever do
What more could I ever do

I don't blame it on you babe No,no,no
I won't blame it on you babe

Ooh! Lay the blame 
Lay the blame 
Lay the blame 
Lay the blame on who

Ooh! Lay the blame on
Lay the blame
Lay the blame 
Lay the blame on who

Closing in on solitary time 
And losing ground with you 
Is it such a crime

We can talk until we're blue in the face 
With every hurt we steal
Before we break

I don't blame it on you babe No,no,no
I won't blame it on you babe

Ooh! Lay the blame 
Lay the blame 
Lay the blame 
Lay the blame on who

Ooh! Lay the blame on 
Lay the blame 
Lay the blame 
Lay the blame on who

I don't blame it on you babe No,no,no
I won't blame it on you babe

Ooh! Lay the blame 
Lay the blame 
Lay the blame 
Lay the blame on who

Ooh! Lay the blame on 
Lay the blame Lay the blame 
Lay the blame on who

Ooh! Lay the blame 
Lay the blame Lay the blame 
Lay the blame on who

Ooh! Lay the blame on 
Lay the blame Lay the blame 
Lay the blame on who

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered at 'Ashwood Music Productions' by Ashley Bachelier.
Subject to copyright ©

Paul Matthews - Vocals, 
Ash Emile - Guitar / Backing Vocals / Keyboard, 
Mariusz Strzelbicki - Guitar, 
Pari Fari - Bass, 
Gavin Carey - Drums,

(Session Guest) Mark Hudson - Sax.

Obloquy

I'm watching the waves, crash upon the shore 
I'm out of my depth, that I know 
I keep searching for answers, not knowing the truth 
Eluding me, her tangible fruit 

Pushing through this dense fog
This feeling of déjà vu
Afraid of the rhetoric corresponds 
As you relinquish your God

Knowing that life could breathe something more
The transubstantiation where the beleaguered fall
We're fighting our battles but we're not alone 
We're windswept and falling like autumn leaves 
Then scattered like ashes out to sea

Pushing through this dense fog
This feeling of déjà vu
Afraid of the rhetoric corresponds 
As you relinquish your God
Pushing through this dense fog 
This feeling of déjà vu 
Pushing through this dense fog 
This feeling of déjà vu 

This feeling of déjà vu 
This feeling of déjà vu 

This feeling of déjà vu 
Pushing through this dense fog
This feeling of déjà vu
Afraid of the rhetoric corresponds 
As you relinquish your guard 
Pushing through this dense fog 
This feeling of déjà vu 
Pushing through this dense fog 
This feeling of déjà vu 
Oh..Oh..Oh..Oh..
This feeling of déjà vu 
Oh..Oh..Oh..Oh..
This feeling of déjà vu
credits

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered at 'Ashwood Music Productions' by Ashley Bachelier.
Subject to copyright ©

Paul Matthews - Vocals, 
Ash Emile - Guitar / Backing Vocals / Keyboard, 
Mariusz Strzelbicki - Guitar, 
Pari Fari - Bass, 
Gavin Carey - Drums,

(Session Guest) Mark Hudson - Sax.

Déjà Vu

A desolate place
And so your mind plays tricks 
Somehow the road unravels 
Till it all begins to fit
It's gravitational pull
That reels you in
Leaving you constantly spellbound 
And captivated

And though you never really knew at the time 
The thought did cross your mind

I got my suitcase packed 
And a tank full of gas
I got a head full of memories 
That I can't toss back
The road it's winding
And the trip is awful long
And as it all unfolds
Well you choose if you want to come along

And though you never really knew at the time 
The thought did cross your mind

The road is long
And that's the awful ache

There's lines on the mirror A
nd lines on my face 
And as time goes by
I feel my skin slipping away

And though you never really knew at the time 
The thought did cross your mind

The road is long
And that's the awful ache (We live by our mistakes) 
The road is long
And that's the awful ache (We live by our mistakes)

The road is long
And that's the awful ache (We live by our mistakes) 
The road is long
And that's the awful ache (We live by our mistakes)

The road is long
And that's the awful ache (We live by our mistakes) 
The road is long
And that's the awful ache (We live by our mistakes)

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered at 'Ashwood Music Productions' by Ashley Bachelier.
Subject to copyright ©

Paul Matthews - Vocals, 
Ash Emile - Guitar / Backing Vocals / Keyboard, 
Mariusz Strzelbicki - Guitar, 
Pari Fari - Bass, 
Gavin Carey - Drums,

(Session Guest) Mark Hudson - Sax.

Awful Ache

From what I can see
You're a picture of what you are not 
Behind that mask you wear
A portrait so nonchalant

Why won't you talk to me
Are you afraid what I might see
Let your guard down
Come to me
Voodoo tattoo, I will take you home

From what I can tell
Your desire is lacking some trust 
Within those cladded gloves
Your assailant has something I want

Why won't you talk to me
Are you afraid what I might see
Let your guard down
Come to me
Voodoo tattoo, I will take you home

Within these corridors
And lightning walls
You lead me through a garden
That bears no fruit
And with a life of provocation
Have me kneel before a congregation 
Lead me through a life of sin
Then have me bleeding out

Why won't you talk to me
Are you afraid what I might see
Let your guard down
Come to me
Voodoo tattoo, I will take you home 
Voodoo tattoo, I will take you home 
Isabella, I will take you home

Recorded, Mixed, and Mastered at 'Ashwood Music Productions' by Ashley Bachelier.
Subject to copyright ©

Paul Matthews - Vocals, 
Ash Emile - Guitar / Backing Vocals / Keyboard, 
Mariusz Strzelbicki - Guitar, 
Pari Fari - Bass, 
Gavin Carey - Drums,

(Session Guest) Mark Hudson - Sax.

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Paul Matthews - Vocals, 
Ash Emile - Guitar / Backing Vocals / Keyboard, 
Mariusz Strzelbicki - Guitar, 
Pari Fari - Bass, 
Gavin Carey - Drums,

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