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HA NUMA / ГА Н​У​М​А

by Sasha Ilyukevich & The Highly Skilled Migrants

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1.
Shaman’s Scream Blues I was born in a dark house, There was a snake crawling, Since then I’ve been suffering from the Bite of Being. My Mother swears at me madly, To be saved I drink thyme, My father named me Historical Stigma. Chorus: Hey, listen to me! Yes, listen to me! Clean your ears, So you’ll get it right. I went to school, I went to college, Often I was exiled to Magadan and Kolyma. You, listen to me now! Listen to me... Ages ago I accidentally drowned somewhere, The phantom of unknown nature glanced at me, He said that I am in trouble and things will get worse. He advised me to go to the Prokhy village in Penzhinskiy Bay, Only Shamans live and only mushrooms grow there, And there I’ll cure the wounds of my heroic past. Now I belong to a different culture, My hands grew into wings, My Astral body recites Sutras of all Ancient Sciences. Chorus: Hey, listen to me! Yes, listen to me! Clean your ears, So you’ll get it right. I worked at a factory, I worked with tools, But they still try to put a straitjacket on me. You, listen to me now! Listen to me... I smoked my Self in a treacherous cave, I saw a vision: I was buried by a savage yellow deacon. He drew the curtains of darkness, He threw the Fateful Anchor into the waters, The waters of the beatifical heavens. The Devil and Angel met me there, They enticed me to gamble. I lost my first game and fell. Seeing no reality I started biting myself, But suddenly I realised my fall, And now I rest in peace. Chorus: Hey, listen to me! Yes, listen to me! Clean your ears, So you’ll get it right. I lie in gob. Above me – the grass grows, Disheveled Hobgoblin rambles, And owls hoot. Since then I am unsociable, I have no eyes, I have no tongue. Once I had the vision – I was in the myth of the Bite of Being. Hey, listen to me! Yes, listen to me! Clean your ears, So you’ll get it right.
2.
To the East 05:07
To the East Forget the hassle of inevitable trouble, No more awry masks are left for us. Hug me but, please, be tender. I am still afraid of the loneliness of endearments. Put despair above your roof. Break all the beginnings like during your first time. Tell me what you see but, please, quietly. I am still scared of the Uncertainty of your eyes. And the thoughts fly Eastwards and further to the East. Days change and nights change. Leave everything you couldn't give up before. So you 'll see your way more clearly. Let it free what they cannot do! Stretch in your palms what they don't wait for anymore. Give me blue ice to drink but, please, be tender. I am still scared of misty colds. Warm me up with a prayer of coming sunrises. Feed me the purity of the Northern whores. Show the pale stars the way to the Sleeping Waters! I am not scared of their crossroads anymore! And the thoughts fly Eastwards and further to the East. Days change and nights change. Leave everything you couldn't give up before. So you'll see your way more clearly.
3.
Son of the Motherland Once again Night and the Moon met to swing on the stars. The silence filled itself with their song of songs. But me, the dog astray, who ran away from rod and reproach, Choking on my own tears, I will be whining quietly by the hedge. Oh, how merciless and tough the grip of my Motherland’s shackles. Often in the morning my whole body is full of pain. Well, so it is in my country: where disputes, they’re fights! And, certainly not verbally, the dog gets beaten up! Somewhere in the distance a nightingale sings, the wind blows grey clouds, Along the path an ant drags his catch into the house. Everything in Nature is in balance and even more in Heaven! Why then do people get scared by my hysterical canine voice. Days are puffing celebrations – now fiesta, then funeral. I was told it happens all the time on the space of my native land. Oh, I’ll start barking and biting all the rushing passers-by. And let it be even if I will never get out of my bed under the fence. But maybe it’s better just to bellow, and be a farmer’s milk cow. So I won’t need to sleep under the stinking prickly fence!
4.
Ha Numa 04:36
Ha Numa If you glance at the Upper Fields, There is an abyss up there – Blue Serpent, If you transcendent yourself, You might recognize the ancient symbols. Oh, Ha Numa, Oh, Ha Numa, We are all under the egg-shell. Oh, Ha Numa, Oh, Ha Numa, Yet, we are all free from this shell. If there is a house, walls absent, Then the fiber systems make an impact, If there is a night with a pure path, Then there will be bread and there will be water. Oh, Ha Numa, Oh, Ha Numa, We are all under the egg-shell. Oh, Ha Numa, Oh, Ha Numa, Yet, we are all free from this shell. If you see in us and from us, Then your third eye has been opened, If there are the lines of fire in your heart, Then you are already Blue Serpent Oh, Ha Numa, Oh, Ha Numa, We are all under the egg-shell. Oh, Ha Numa, Oh, Ha Numa, Yet, we all free from this shell.
5.
Faces 02:24
Faces Dark faces, pure faces, How to separate you? And where are the borders? Who rules you? And what are your directions? Perhaps, I should get drunk again and fall, Imagining that I am a free crane, Flying and unseen. Due to the theory of the repetition, Sooner or later the eclipses come, No matter what the costs. And being so lost here, Where even the magic herbs are helpless, Suddenly I will realize, That it is better to be yourself.
6.
Love 05:00
LOVE Love- Fortuitous chord, Embracer of dreams, Spring colds, Odd melancholy, Absolute of Gods This sweet word – Love. Love- Trembling of eyelashes, Breath of hands, Silver smoke, Hands of watches moaning backwards, and again This sweet word – Love. Love - Clash of lips, Silence of eyes, Blurriness of moments, One option from two, Mystery of minds - This sweet word – Love. Love - Cold platform, Yellow sadness, Abundance of rains, Autumn tune, Mumbling of drift-ice - This bitter word – Love. Love - Awkward chord, Nothing's worse than 'farewell' Life-less night, Wandering of tears, Flock of winds - This bitter word – Love. Love - Meeting of dreams, Morning tea Just like it is, Spring tune, Minutes blur and again - This sweet word – Love!
7.
Shamans of Aldan Shamans of Aldan are invisible, Without any regrets they sing their songs to save us from delusions. They weave the Wheel of History through the new generations, They are hard-workers at the Laboratory of the Spiritual Renaissance. Shamans of Aldan are pure; they don’t wait for the praise from the Time, They burn bitterness, temptations and anger through smoking Soma. They drink herbal extracts from mysterious lands, They eat Fungi and revere for Wisdom Sacrament to avoid sudden and frequent troubles. Shamans of Aldan are brave; they would never be in uncertainty, They are involved in very important affairs in the very remote and near surroundings. They travel to the other dimensions to cure mankind weakness, They treasure Love and Contemplation of Joy in their sacral teaching.
8.
Everlast Blues Yesterday was Monday, But today is already Thursday, The shadows come stealthily, And I long for the answer – Where is the Poker? Where is the Jack of Clubs? Where is the Ace of Diamonds? Since the last week My old neighbor has been on the booze again. He is hanging out at mine, He has no worries. This Continuum Bustle is my Everlasting Blues. And I look for occasions Without any reason To hear new stories By bearded men About their children, wives and lovers, Do I need this delirium again? But something must happen, Should I leave this space, And go somewhere else? This Continuum Bustle is my Everlasting Blues.
9.
Never 04:47
Never (Lyrics by Daniil Kharms) This is This. That is That. Everything is either that or not that. If something is neither that nor this then it is neither this nor that. If something is that and this then for itself it is Self. If for itself it is Self, then it could be that but not this, Or this but not that. This has gone into that and that has gone into this. We say: God’s blown. This has gone into this and that has gone into that. We have nowhere to exit and nowhere to go. This has gone into this. We asked: Where? We were told: Here. This came out from here. What is this? This is that. This is that. That is this. That is this and that. Here’s gone into this, this has gone into that, And that’s gone into here. We were looking but couldn’t see them But there were standing this and that. There is not here. There is that. Here is this. But now there is this and that. But now here is this and that. We are sad and long, and suffer. Were is now? Now is here, and now is there, and now is here, And now is here and there This is to be that. Here is to be there. This is that, here, there, to be. I am. We are. God.
10.
Bites 03:21
BITES The wolves and wolves, The dogs and dogs, They were biting and biting me, They were tearing me apart. Then they exhausted themselves by the midnight, And they all ran away, Just my soul left...

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‘HA NUMA’ was recorded at Golden Hum Studio, London between June 2008 and February 2009. The Album includes 10 songs. 13 musicians participated in recording sessions that added to the album particular and unique atmosphere and richness of the sound. The album was mastered at Abbey Road, London.

Sasha Ilyukevich - Vocals, Acoustic & Electric Guitars, Percussion
Ned Crowther - Bass Guitar
Phill Brunner - Drums, Percussion
Andrey Novikov - Keyboards
Dan McKean - Acoustic & Electric Lead Guitars, Baritone Guitar, Bass Guitar, Keyboards
Yo Zushi - Banjo, Harmonica
Joel Stewart - Electric Guitar, Accordion, Harmonica
John Tegner - Flute
Jamie McCarthy - Violin
Andrew Dehany - Mandolin
Andrew Cunningham - Acoustic & Electric Guitars
Evgeny "Smith" Kuznets - Jew's Harp
Dan Lea - Backing Vocals, Acoustic Guitar, Sound Effects

Recorded And Mixed By Dan Lea at Golden Hum Studio, London
Except 04 & 07 - Vocal And Acoustic Guitar Recorded At Yo Zushi’s Home, London; Jew’s Harp Recorded By Evgeny Kuznets At Home, Minsk

Mastered By Christian Wright At Abbey Road, London

Package Design By Sasha Ilyukevich
Illustrations By Zoe Taylor (Front Cover & Inside) & Jan Souppouris (CD Face); Photography: Svetlana Yerkovich (Back Cover) & Sasha Ilyukevich (Inside)

All Music And Lyrics By Sasha Ilyukevich Except 09 - Lyrics By Daniil Kharms

SPECIAL THANKS To Quinto Bookshop & Art Of Living Foundation!
And Also A Big Thank You To All Our Friends And Families!

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released October 10, 2009

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London-based Belarusian troubadour Sasha Ilyukevich and his British band ‘The Highly Skilled Migrants’ create an incomparable brew of post punk electric energy and topical lyricism. Ilyukevich sings in Russian, his vocals swoop from soft whispered melodies to raucous screams, defying language barriers to deliver songs that are uplifting, intelligent, macabre, romantic and melancholic. ... more

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