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Visa / Виза
03:00
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VISA
My Friend Lived With The Dream
To Step Across The Border,
To See The Other Mores,
To Try The Other Crossings.
Once He Got Off The Plane,
Surprising All The Democrats,
He Was Told With No Explanation
At The Cross-Border Cooperation –
You Need A Visa.
On The Return To His Homeland
He Was Held By The Officer.
The Officer Did Find
The Common Dominator Between Them.
The Officer Called My Friend A Traitor.
In The Neurotic Eyes Of The Officer
My Friend Had Read An Aphorism
That Here People Like My Friend Need A Visa.
Now My Friend Knows The Rules,
The Officers Are Always Right,
Our Leaders Receive Standing Ovation,
But We Are Driven Behind The Scenes.
And If You Feel Confused,
Why Often Amongst Passerby
You Are Only A Faceless Poster,
I Shall Remind You Again,
It Is All Because You Need A Visa.
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Children / Дети
03:14
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CHILDREN
The Children Of Sturdy Temper
Build Their Machines,
They Call For Punishment,
In The Name Of Their Emperor.
At The Junction Of Quarrel And Offence,
The Children Suffer From Thirst,
Fluids Of What Happened Once
Around Them Thrown Into Disorder.
The Children Of Depleted Views
Do Not Make Decisions For Themselves,
They Are Irritably Satisfied
With The Feed Of Constraint.
For Long The Children Were Taught
To Be Afraid To Breathe And Laugh,
Through The Daytime, Openly
In The Environs Of The Foreign Realm.
The Children Of The Strained Humdrum
Consciously Come Back To The Place,
Always Jammed And Rowdy,
The Service For The Shattered Religion.
Surrounded By Bared Senses,
Waste Of Desires and Pitfalls,
Their Collective Phonogram
Makes Them Hopeless And Empty.
Escorted By The Feral Sailor,
The Last Squad Run Away.
Someone Was Rewarded
For Lifting Their Shipwreck
With The Trojan Rope.
Encouraged By The Hyper System
Of The Welfare State,
The Children Hang Out The Flags,
One More Time They Salute
The Arrival Of Their Emperor.
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Whiteness / Белость
04:01
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WHITENESS
Blue Night Sinks
Into The Weightless Milk,
So Faraway,
Apart.
The Dark Defeated
Pauses
Beneath The Rise Of Grace,
The Whiteness.
The Moon Asleep.
Who Keeps My Lore Awake?
The Stars Go Blind
In The Pursuit Of Mine.
And I
Go Lost,
With No Intention,
In The Expanse Of Eden.
My Shore Glows
With No Trace,
Forsaken And Behind.
I Sail As Though With Wings.
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Kamchatka / Камчатка
03:18
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KAMCHATKA
Modern Age,
Thus We Name Our Living Thread.
We Are Bland With The Hate And Rage,
We Are Ruled By The Bigoted Head.
Through The Maze Of Bleak Streets
We Erect A New Rampant Folly,
Passing-By People Worship And Treat
This Fake Ultramarine As Holy.
There Our Life Is Mistaken,
We Are Lost In The Malefic Bliss.
Enough! To Kamchatka We Will Be Taken,
The Land Of No Heaven And No Abyss.
Our Industries Depend Often
On Robust Second Class Hands,
To Fulfil Our Comfort And Soften
Our Scions Of Countless Demands.
Gods And Goddesses Hide Away In Fear
Seeing Our Callous Attack,
Ahead, No More Roads For Us To Appear
And There Is No Way To Get Back.
Here Our Life Is Mistaken,
We Are Lost In The Malefic Bliss.
Enough! To Kamchatka We Will Be Taken,
The Land Of No Heaven And No Abyss.
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Revelation / Откровение
03:37
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REVELATION
Sighing Leaves Swept By The Brush Of Winds,
Raged In The Sky.
Covetous Dogs Disarmed And Slay.
Fire
With More
Fire.
Arms Moan, Notions Torn.
Flesh Against Flesh Thrown In The Heat.
It Says The Curse Sways Through The Great
Fire
With More
Fire.
In The North Or The South Storms Stray,
They Prey On Ugly Filthy Lies.
Enmity Ends. Hearts Against Hearts Shiver.
Pages Reek. Throngs Are In Wrath.
Conceit Of Ours Is Shorn.
We Fail, Fall, Dip To The Ravines.
Sullen Crown Gleams Again.
Thunder Mystery Shows The Door,
The Way To No Home.
The Truth Of Truths Is Tame And Soothes.
Yet We Fall Into A Coma.
No Man Asks How We Shall Overcome.
Sham Heroes, Their Green Wounds Are Exposed.
The Chasm Of Fatalism Turns Solid.
The Dreams Of Patmos Are Bona Fide.
The Dreams Of Patmos Are Bona Fide.
More Fire
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Hierarchy / Иерархия
04:42
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HIERARCHY
Fred The Dweller Close The Window
There Is No Truth
Dream Hunter
I Need Your Love
Emotion Machine
Your Generator Is Empty
Sucker For The Void
My Voice Awaits More Wine
The Guardian Of Z
Is It A Tete-A-Tete?
The Dome Of Trouble
I Fear The Raven Night
Turn On The Light
The Traitor Of Z
It Is So Desolate In Here
Where Are You?
Where Am I?
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Black / Чёрная
05:55
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BLACK
Queen Mokosh Knocks On My Door,
I Must See Her, But Tonight
My Solitude Watched By The Beast,
The Dark Angel In Flesh And Spirit.
Behind, Explosions Of The Past,
Clouds Of Trails, Smell Of Soot,
Barefoot Dreams With Their Screams.
I Blow Away The Glare Of The Stars,
Fated To Be Outcast.
This Time Becomes A Riotous Crier.
This Is The Blackest Night,
No Words Or Sounds, No Myths Of Falling,
With No Touch To Break The Chains
Of This Bleak Reverie.
On Time I Gave Away
The Regrets Of My Voice.
I Took An Oath To Be Humble
On Hedges Of The War.
In Fear I Pulled The Trigger,
I Made My Way Back
To The Depth Of Worldliness.
My Erebus Protects Its Peace,
He Always Calls
Check To My Queen Of Liberty.
I Am A Pariah In The Eyes
Of Blear Reason.
I Lose My Hope To See You
The King Of Kings.
This Is The Blackest Night,
No Words Or Sounds, No Myths Of Falling,
With No Touch To Break The Chains
Of This Bleak Reverie.
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Cold / Холодный
08:17
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COLD
Cold On The Roads Of Haughty Spins.
Cold On The Bridges Where Honesty Staggers.
Cold In The Eyes Of Blind Sensations.
Cold In The Hands Where Tenderness Breaks Down.
Perfection Rushes Through,
Either To Cry Or Laugh,
Conscience Shakes The Earth,
It Is Minus Twenty In My Soul.
Now People Are Kinder To The Prey,
Worthlessly Embellishing Their Faith.
There Is One Amusing Custom,
Get Rid Of Those Who Are Not At The Front Anymore.
Tickets For The Shows
Of Their Own Reflections Thrown Away
Half Of Them Are Stories
Of Haggard Misconceptions.
Cold, Cold, Cold Age,
This Age Is Cold.
My Palms Are Frozen.
In The Latest Chronicle
Only Winds Roar And Moan.
Cold, Cold, Cold Age,
This Age Is Cold.
Empty Visages In The Rooms
I See Day And Night.
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In Dream / Во Сне
04:04
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IN DREAM
One Of My Dearest Climes,
Days, Alike Chewed Up Pages,
With The Protest, Be Not Meek
In Anxious Looks, Smoke In The Ash.
More Brothers Of Small Towns
On Guard,
Far Sent By Their Chiefs,
The Aliment Of Bluff.
Thorn In The Side For Those Remaining,
In Spite Of Their Suites Filled With Light,
Pellucid Stigma,
With Relish Burning In Lamps.
Newborn Deception,
Skinned And Naked,
Peals Of The Ether Flushes
With Lowing Reach Only Them.
The Fated Cry Impairs Not
Bragging In The Fleeting Nature,
They Grant Libertine Fortune,
Whose Garments Are In Fashion.
The Cap, An Inviolable Abode,
Made Of Betrayals And Rebukes,
More Souls Anew To Be Divided
Equitably, On Scales.
The Idols Line Come Into View,
Many A Time And On Demand,
One Hand May Shudder
At The Atrocity Of This Leprosy.
The Possibility Detached
From Merging With The Anaemic Rhyme,
All Quests Lead To One Answer,
We Are Only In A Dream.
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Sasha Ilyukevich & The Highly Skilled Migrants London, UK
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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