1. |
Celebration
02:03
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It was funny
When somebody’s on the doorstep
Tried to talk about his God.
And we closed the door to save that lovely noon.
And we laughed, cause didn’t know what would happen soon
I don’t wanna see, how every third person
Learns to blab hard
And repeats hackneyed phrases how to wake up on a rich and wonderful side.
I just wanna… Just wanna keep silent, but who am I
Not to fight for my essential rights on this celebration of life?
At last. The time has come.
Not a starving artist
Sounds like an upstart
…but I hope, the victory will be mine.
Repeat as a mantra. Repeat one more time, while someone else
Fucks the Goddess Fortune and fucks you and tells looking into my eyes:
C’mon! And now!
Let’s try to shut me down!
C’mon! And now!
Let’s try to change my mind!
C’mon! And now!
Let’s try to shut me down!
C’mon! And now!
Let’s try to change my mind!
С’mon!
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2. |
Parnassus
03:31
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I leave my fears there
Cause earlier I saw the plasticine jaws
And saw, how scary idols laughed
Witch hunters… They actually look like a papier mache
I leave my fears and fall asleep with a smile on my face
Like everybody let me do it
Asleep like someone’s promised me a profit
That I’ll
Wake up as a Hero
That I’ll
Wake up as a Hero
And I don’t need the words
And I will meet you with my modest happy hazel eyes.
Your turn, so tell me anything you want…
I leave my fears, that you will pass me... pass me in this dream
I leave my fears
I leave my fears
I leave my fears
I leave my fears
I met my lovely muse
At the bus stop near the junkyard
At the beginning of July
Among my heavy fucking hopes
I just rewrote the madrigal.
Don’t wait for me… oh, anytime.
She's kissing my forehead and softly whispering
You’re
Are not a hero
You’re
Are not a hero
You’re
Are not a hero
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3. |
Friday Night
03:53
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Agree with Hansi Fallada fifteen times a day
That I’m so sick. Put on a mask and save this world again
That’s not your business. That’s not your business, so...
Agree even with you fifteen times a day
That I’m so sick. Put on a mask and save this world again
I’m not a hero, not a “super”, what a hell? You ask me, what can I do?
Beware…
I will jump to your kitchen. Please, brothers, stop this pray.
I’ll taste all your booze, my death won’t be here.
I’m sorry for that, but I’ll find all the stupid sheep at this party.
Looks like a shepherd
And I must go to sleep
But I’m screwing around, cause that’s my way to exist.
Hey, don’t be spoiled, Tom.
Don’t be a splinter, Tom.
Don’t be an asshole…
You know, that all that spoilage
Is a surprising gift from God.
I never asked him
I never applied
To be anointed to your kingdom.
What the hell?
What the hell?
A perfect moment, I seem to start some mess away.
So, I prepared my sting and new perfume yesterday.
The holy road guides me to the familiar carnival.
Somebody’s dancing and that’s ridiculous stuff.
Somebody’s talking about wonderful shit. Oh my God…
I just need to choose the new victim
Cheers for the near future’s losers.
Welcome to the new friday night.
Someone’s already lost here.
Someone’s already lost here. Oh, c’mon?
Welcome to the new friday night.
Someone’s already lost here.
Someone’s already lost here.
Here. Lost.
Welcome…
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4. |
Fever
02:07
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5. |
Won't
02:52
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So, why should I sing?
I’m standing, enjoying a mad frantic face
Of a miserly man
I’m trampling his land,
While he’s tearfully begging for Lisa Alert
To find that lovely desirable lash…
His lovely pocket lash, yeah…
Just to try it on my back
To find my frail neck
To find again and grab
To find again and grab
To pull my leg… mixing my face with fresh dog shit.
I’m standing, enjoying a flawless typical coda hoping to taste that wit.
Where I drew a still lifes with the words
And you silently called them the fucking daub
Where I fed hungry songs and gave them the plots
Not a verselets from motley postcards
Where I begged so many times
You won't do it, will you?
You won't… will you?
You won't…
And you actually won’t listen… to this ugly song.
So, why should I sing
Without any coats of arms
I have no right to scream so many rhymes, alright…
I have no wings to fly
I have no flag to wave to Pitchfork scouts tonight
I have no stamps, any hashtags to make me clear for thousand lazy minds.
And this non-singing shitty style,
Clumsy translation, foreign state of mind
Billboard will cry with laughter
Will make a cuckoo sign.
And you won’t listen to this ugly stuff.
I know this road, which’s named
“The way of Samurai”,
Where hungry Tanto waits for hero
Waits for honey blood…
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6. |
Small Talk
04:10
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This is my everyday
To subtract one more tedious day
Before our meeting.
I always hurry to you, so choose the opposite lane, cause I dream of
Your sweet greeting.
I don’t forget the right floor. Remember your creaking door. So, let me start
That lovely evening.
The doorbell’s moaning in fear.
Your voice sounds like a drill,
Like a really bad dream,
Cause you’re small talking..!
You’re small talking..!
Small talk shines like a mole on the cheek of our dark ages.
Small talk coaches a lot to reveal really best players.
Small talk rescues a lot. Small talk saves a lot. Small talk rescues.
This is my everyday
To subtract one more tedious day
Before our meeting.
This is my everyday
Try to find in your soul
A bit of carelessness.
Listen, Jonathan… Long time no see…
I’m glad to meet, to sit… and be silent.
I’m happy to be silent here, with you
I’m happy to be silent here, with you
I’m happy to be silent here, with you
Ohhhh, small talking..!
You’re small talking..!
Small talk shines like a mole on the cheek of our dark ages.
Small talk coaches a lot to reveal really best players.
Small talk, please, save our friends and save our families.
You were surprised. You looked at me like I’m a supernova.
But I was only a sooty melting snowman…
I smeared your floor and forgot my visit’s goals.
I shouted like a trumpet,
Like I was forged from pure steel.
And sorry for that. Sorry for the missing etiquette.
And let me hear again your spicy shortly talking.
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7. |
Ariadna
04:49
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Two mutilated and silent minutes
Two pairs of tired eyes, which wait for nothing more.
Nobody knows what has happened.
Well, what we should say, when every letter’s gonna sound like something sore….
And you forgot all the Milkyway roads, where we walked.
I tried to cut off the "Number 9" spot... from my mind.
And this meeting looks like a fault.
And this evening actually looks like a fault
Forgive me, cause it’s me again… here…
This meeting is my fault.
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8. |
MLNW
02:13
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I know your tired look through dusty window.
The view, where doves and sparrow’s forces and military gossip, which
Blows you away… from desired dreams.
I’ve seen that stuff as well, as fusillades (фьюcи), long talks about
“The hurt” or not “the hurt” and whom I must deliver scorn of mine
Not to become a scum.
I guess, I waste the volume and proposals.
And my next speech will sound like a silent one
To give some rest to neighbors and eavesdroppers…
So, read my lips like my mind.
So, read my lips.
Cause love is familiar movements.
Oh, kiss me intentionally, like it’s your last chance…
And I don’t know
If I’ve become
Defective one,
Betrayer’s son,
When from all
Parties,
Flags’n’others
I chose the one.
You’re the one.
You’re the one.
So, read my lips, like my mind.
So, read my lips.
Forget about awkward topics
Cause love is familiar movements.
The love is familiar movements.
The love is familiar movements.
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9. |
Petal
07:26
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I hope that fairytales lie
When you’re a son of a noisy tribe
You’ve got a burden to hide your smile,
To scream, to make them cry…
I hope that fairytales lie
That current days ain’t mine
Somebody looked aside
Azimuth wasn’t right
As if a captive tries
To make the mad hyenas laugh
Blessing the route…
Easy to say, that life
Under the shadow of a double-headed eagle
Looks like a night
Without a moon, without any stars.
Easy to believe, there’s no light.
But here is my silent summer.
Here is my love.
And here is this nonsensical trial.
I’m sown on this land.
I’ll fly around the world like a petal,
But I’m sown on this land.
And I won’t scream at all.
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10. |
New Anxious
04:51
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It’s death damp and no way to lie.
This is your fear, which you can’t hide
The fear of remaining unusable one.
I saw for sure how you could fight
How you could shout, your weaknesses and pride and endless courage.
Why do you want to align yourself with somebody else?
Why aren’t you tired to play again somebody else?
This is a huge temptation to fool the Sweet Lord, I guess
It will be hurt. Don’t you know about it, man?
There’re a lot of colorful dreams here.
But I have only disturbing ones.
As if somebody craves my tears, yeah
Сorrupted and shriveled…
Hungry rooms, maybe
You fall asleep to find useful signs at the crossroads
And no longer believe in a guiding star's routes
And hopefully, you’re not tired of this lonely journey
And hopefully, you don’t know the bitter truth
There is no way, there are no heroes.
Your dream and you are alone here. That’s your Year Zero.
Just save her from turmoil, arguments, and scandals
Save her from your laziness, discussions, and advice.
Save her from this fucking war,
Save her, as she’s your beloved one,
Cause you’re not alone here.
There’re a lot of colorful dreams here.
But I have only disturbing ones.
As if somebody craves my tears, yeah
I don’t wanna believe that.
I’ll wake up again, here, in a corrupted shriveled apt.
I’ll wake up again, here, like it’s someone’s revenge
But all markers are stubbornly okay
I’ll continue this roleplay enjoying ignorance and staying kind
Like a sideline rotting in the lore, which I created for a better life.
Isn't it a hero prototype?
I’m enjoying ignorance and staying kind
Like a sideline rotting in the lore, which I created for a better life.
Isn't it a hero prototype?
—
Why are you actually
Still looking for a reason to hear
That you’re good for nothing?
Maybe that is not
Your final build yet?
Why are you actually
Still looking for a reason to hear
That you’re good for nothing?
Why are you actually
Still looking for a reason to hear
That you’re good for nothing?
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The Kartetch Tbilisi, Georgia
Situational grunge
Flimsy shoegaze
Drunken violinists
Bed scenes
Not heart-to-heart chat
Precarious happy endings
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