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I'm Learning
02:41
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I am learning to hate anyone who is calling me sir
While I’m smiling with those who received gifts the three wise men bore
Let the rest sleep behind iron windows, eyes shut
Chasing sawdust with wine drained of all trace of blood
Let them dive into regions where thick void resides
While they point stiff umbrellas at rain and against dragonflies
If I were someone else, I would never allow me to stay
One sweet lady for word games, another to study the play
But the words will fall short once the midnight sheds plenty of light
Surely you understood what I’d never recite
With yourself as a shield against dawn overdue,
You replied: Get this straight, sweetheart – never, oh never with you!
Goddess, you are insane, but my sanity, too, comes undone
I could maybe care less, but just us under lockdown’s more fun
And when you hoist the lavender flag way up high
I shall open a brothel beneath these here skies
And the sirens will holler a Chopin’s fanfare
For the kids the adulterous, agelessly
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Down in Lethargy
07:39
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Action figure dads
Wishing sweet dreams to their girls and lads
Columns touched by gray
With foreheads lighting their murk away
Houses built way back
Are crushing, tumbling, all out of whack
joe and ginger ale
Dancin’ the boogie as subway wails
Scaffolding is up
Contractors’ crew really got their chops
The cue line growing yet
Hard frost forecasted by cold, cold sweat
Earth is split in half
Some find it joyful, others feel wrath
Water à la mort –
A mute mouth’s healer of last resort
Dawn on replay…
Nay, nay, nay
Spend time with me now
Stranger…
Farewell…
But that’s insane
You’ll forget your words to say and answer: “Yes!”
Ringing of the bells
Calls celebration then bids farewell
Legions of the blind
Stand guard at strongholds long left behind
A fictitious look
Beneath a white mask, an ear-side hook
Springtime twists and turns
While sleepless, lovesick it slowly burns
Dawn on replay…
Nay, nay, nay
Spend time with me now
Stranger, farewell
But that’s insane
You’ll forget your words to say and answer:
Well yes, is last night here to stay?
Well yes, but this is just a game
In the dreamy maze.
Yes, but is last night here to stay?
Well yes, but this is just a game
This is just a game
In the dreamy maze.
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Helper-Man
05:18
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There it looms right over the chocolate bar
A monument to the fighter for strong coffee
And the rays are earth-bound from way too far
Gilding his face we’ve seen one time too often
Housebound plants grow flowers that give us wreaths
And the trumpets call to battle
I do know that you too, so much like me,
With self-defeat so vehemently grapple
I do know…
Only the dailies will keep us honestly posted
Honor the poet with all his talents well-
boasted.
A poet is harmless insofar as creatures are harmless,
Since he cares to take the substance.
Followers lights candles to devotees
To honor their death penalty forever.
Here I am, copying all stunts to a tee,
Since even he who executes is never all that clever.
But flowers and the substance straight up
In reality, are nothing –
Sing as you please – but words and that’s that.
What else was it that you wanted?
Only the dailies will keep us honestly posted
Honor the poet with all his talents well-
boasted.
Now that by beauty he’s wholly devoured
With substance in exchange for flowers.
There was a time when this substance was lead
Well, now this song has become good as…
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4. |
In Others' Slumber Lakes
05:09
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How many dates in others’ slumber lakes
While life goes on somewhere and surf goes mad
The spring has sprung from rooftops’ frozen flakes,
A spinster smitten with a younger lad
My morning comes right where your sleep has waned
Where you caress the skies with hands so small
The statues laugh that grimly stand, detained
And you are shouting to yourself: girl, stall
The merciless hands of love
The electric chair
Lit up.
Please tell me who? One question bound to fail
He follows you – can tell by looking back
The trains of rainclouds rush to get derailed
And stars do squint to see them come off track
Forgive you me, I’ve seen what’s really there
There ice grows thin and filthy bridges span
Make one step forward – catch revenge unfair
As darkness’ bounty turns to drunkard’s rant
The merciless hands of love
The electric chair
Lit up.
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Hey!
05:05
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Hey there blacksmith!
Go on, strike the iron before our heat cools
So what of it if metal is locked
Into trade-tested tools
We are ready to face all the furnace’s fiery
fuel
Saying over and over
You, ringed little brother, please take us to school
Live this winter all slumped
And, come spring…
Slowly fade
And, come spring…
Slowly fade
But with no trace of a hump
Hey there blacksmith!
Go on, strike the iron before our heat cools
Broken-backed, I remember just these words: “Pipe down, graveside ghoul!”
Death ain’t what gets you straight, it’s the feeling that your track is right
We are set to recover
Our mouths’ former might
Singing, winter-long, slumped
And, come spring, and, come spring…
Slowly fade
But with no trace of a hump
But with no trace of a hump
Hey there now, hey. Hey blacksmith!
Go on, strike the iron before our heat cools
Sing you corpse, vote you serf,
gunman fire away like a fool
And when homeland should summon us back from where we lie in wait
I will speak to you straight
All the possible us is just me
I, the snow winter dumped,
Come spring, turned earthly lumps
But with no trace of a hump
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6. |
The Farewell
06:49
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Hush or the words will awake,
Eagles will holler, forests will quake,
Clang.
Wind brought forth scents of the day
Words pure as lilac
Back when
Their first love began
Amber, the moon and the grass,
Inscribing the windows with rain,
Winter has melted
In fields.
Monet breathing close to the heart
A boy in the street full of “Dreams”
Quietly sings
“Nation, rise up!”
Asphalt his only turnout
Rusted from thousands of cars
Branches of scars
In the dust.
Lonesome, the steps make a chain
Slaps on the face from your portrait,
Fused with the eye
Of my land!
My fault,
Sorry, I can’t sing no more
I’m donning a cloak of glass
My fault,
Sorry, I’m eastward-bound
My fault!
Greetings, oh concrete, my friend!
You made things so cozy for me
What with white crickets
And fear.
The past in the left hand clutched tight
Squeezed till the temples pop up,
That’s the response
To the call of the land!
My fault,
Sorry, I can’t sing no more
I’m donning a cloak of glass
My fault,
Sorry, I’m eastward-bound
My fault!
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Aivazovsky of seas unearthed
Lobachevsky of night sky vastness
You bore into the firmament
And the rocky earth
Don Quixote of orchestra pits
Armored mechanized company’s Hamlet
Read the regs to your closest friends
But they’re on their way out of here
Your phone number’s useless to me
Wish I could forget your address
And today I feel like singing, that’s all
See if that makes it better
Edison of erogenous zones
Lomonosov of lives too private
You could make everyone rejoice
But you care no more like before
Your phone number’s useless to me
Wish I could forget your address
And today I feel like singing, that’s all
See if that makes it better
Forest dweller of wooded trails
Sitting tight for the southern breezes
Spring is here and your Pegasus
Flutters brand new wings
Dump the compass for armored names
Ditch the map for the sixth sense proper
Thus the chiefs of nomadic strains
Spin the line of time ‘cross terrain
Your telegraph’s useless to me
Wish I could forget your zip code
And today I feel like singing, that’s all
See if that makes it better
Your fax number’s useless to me
Been a while since I remembered
And today I feel like singing that’s all
See if that makes it better
And today I feel like singing, that’s all
See if that makes it better
And today I feel like singing, that’s all
See if that makes it better
Make it better
Make it better
Better?
Better
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Vezhlivy Otkaz Moscow, Russia
Vezhlivy Otkaz was formed in 1985 with a then-popular reggae/ska blend. Since then, they have gone through numerous
stylistic changes,
flirting with everything from free jazz to Russian folk. Their sound, however, has always been unique and immediately recognizable.
Suslov’s rhythmic guitar work and unusual high-pitched vocals gives VO’s music a precisely constructed,
crystal-clear sound.
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