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Danger Of Death
05:55
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this is the danger of death,
it gives me no joy but anxieties.
i stumble behind shibboleths
of the major political deities.
this is the danger of death
to call for contrast and variety.
the fear of holding last breath
has tought me the action of piety.
this is how i resolve
the question of opposing polarities.
this is the way i evolve
by shifting the grades of morality.
credits
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2. |
Above the Law
03:31
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I want to know why one man puts himself above the law
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Drunkards And Beggars
05:06
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What The Fuck Is He Talking About?
Drunkards And Beggars Are Having A Conversation.
They Will Never Solve The Rubik’s Cube.
Puke And Curse Come On Exchange.
Burst All Balloons With Swollen Tummies.
Usual Topsy-Turvy Business.
Fingers Touch The Naked Wire.
Merciless Electrocution, That Is That.
Abuse And Gloom Creep In The Mouth.
Here Is The Riddle: Why Am I So Blue?
You Go For It, Son Of A Bitch! I’m A Borderless Whore!
Today Is A Pay Day. Tomorrow I’m Skint. Who Gives A Shit?
Farewell, Bitter Cranberry! Welcome, Pickled Raspberry!
The Head Is Buzzing But Not For You And Not For Me.
The Road To Paradise Made Of Alder And Birch Shavings.
Burn Them In Flame Or Get Rotten In The Earth With All Those Tears.
Windows, Doors Are Wide Open. I’m Hot, I’m In Fur.
Drag Enemies To Our Gate. Let's Screw Them Over.
Election Time! Choose With No Choice!
Who Else You’d Trust – Scums Or Fags?
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4. |
I'm Afraid Of Americans
05:08
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Johnny's in America, no tax at the wheel
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
No-one needs anyone, they don't even just pretend
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah
Johnny's in America
I'm afraid of Americans
I'm afraid of the world
I'm afraid I can't help it
I'm afraid I can't
I'm afraid of Americans
I'm afraid of the world
I'm afraid I can't help it
I'm afraid I can't
I'm afraid of Americans
Johnny's in America
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Johnny wants a brain, Johnny wants to suck on a coke
Johnny wants a woman, Johnny wants to think of a joke
Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah
Johnny's in America (ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)
I'm afraid of Americans
I'm afraid of the world
I'm afraid I can't help it
I'm afraid I can't
I'm afraid of Americans
I'm afraid of the world
I'm afraid I can't help it
I'm afraid I can't
I'm afraid of Americans
Johnny's in America, Johnny looks up at the stars
Johnny combs his hair and Johnny wants pussy in cars
Johnny's in America (ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)
Johnny's in America (ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)
I'm afraid of Americans
I'm afraid of the world
I'm afraid I can't help it
I'm afraid I can't
I'm afraid of Americans
I'm afraid of the world
I'm afraid I can't help it
I'm afraid I can't
I'm afraid of Americans
God is an American
God is an American
(Ah-ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah, ah-ah-ah)
I'm afraid of Americans
I'm afraid of the world
I'm afraid I can't help it
I'm afraid I can't
I'm afraid of Americans
I'm afraid of the world
I'm afraid I can't help it
I'm afraid I can't
Yeah I'm afraid of Americans
I'm afraid of the world
I'm afraid I can't help it
I'm afraid I can't
I'm afraid of Americans
Johnny's an American
Johnny's an American
Johnny's an American
Johnny's an American
Johnny's an American
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Revolution
03:22
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In Farewell,
The Maiden Kissed The Forehead Of Her Beloved,
Angels Blowing Their Horns
Over The Fresh Grave.
The Crows' Scream Either Piercing People's Hearts,
Or Got Lost Above The Billows.
The Tree Crowns Replied,
More Souls Will Be Lured To Their Doom.
Hardened Dogs Loosed Their Chains,
Viciously Howled At The New Moon.
News Like Broken Glass Scattered Around,
Erupting Tomorrow, The Revolution Comes.
Rowan Trees Afire,
Nothing Is Finer In October.
Along, Men Like Charmed Snakes Marched To The War,
Mechanically Waving Their Arms To The Red Ashes.
They Conduct Their Baptism With Blood,
Do Not Judge Such Constitution Of The Minds,
They Are Indebted To The Grief,
Thus Revolution Recurs Anew Each Day.
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6. |
What Is To Be Done?
03:30
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WHAT IS TO BE DONE?
A Bird flew in the blue sky.
WHAT IS TO BE DONE?
A Hunter shot it down.
WHAT IS TO BE DONE?
The Bird fell into the water.
WHAT IS TO BE DONE?
Did the Hunter run to get it?
WHAT IS TO BE DONE?
He ran on bare stones,
He ran on sands and grass.
WHAT IS TO BE DONE?
There was no water.
It went dark.
He took a rest in birch jungle.
WHAT IS TO BE DONE?
Night trees reminded him his rifle.
The Hunter helplessly cried.
WHAT IS TO BE DONE?
Shooting Began!
Targets are far and wide.
Sanity became Insanity.
The man burrowed into a snowdrift.
He asked himself again.
WHAT IS TO BE DONE?
After was not Because
Until the spring arrived
Why responded heedlessly
Thus drunk by itself
Where said fuck off to There
There did not return.
All Sought something special in Thus.
But Thus was nothing like Thus.
WHAT IS TO BE DONE?
HOW IS TO BE DONE?
WY IS TO BE DONE?
WHAT IS TO BE DONE?
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7. |
I'm Ugly
03:53
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I Am Ugly,
It Is Not So Hard To Accept Your Own Portrait.
I Am Vicious And Arrogant,
According To The System, I Am Able To Do Only Harm.
I Am Ugly
Amongst Hungry Minds Of This Chapiteau Show.
I Am Crooked And Fake,
Hiding My Frailty Under The Transparent Coat.
I Am Ugly
Within My Possessions Of Worldly Misery.
I Am Touchy And Unsure,
One More Time To Reach The Bottom.
In Such Light My Despair Is A Torn Sail Of The Sacred Dream,
The Road Towards Fiasco And Poverty.
The Ominous Look Of My Caution Remains Inside,
It Is A Target For Elapidae That Creeps Through Each Door.
The Homeland Diadem Shines Like A Lighthouse Of The Sunk Cliff,
It Holds Rummaged Memory Of Honour And Glory.
Governors Of The Noble-Movement Are Stagnant As Fish In The Ice,
Their Power Is Wasted.
Uprising Riders Fail To Saddle Their Disgrace,
Relying Only On Their Crown And Prospect.
The Fear Of Reaching Purity Is Overt
As Creating Stability With Hammer And Nails.
I Am Ugly,
My Savage Saul Carries The Stigma Of Shame.
I Am Blind And Mangy,
I Am A Fault Of Seth, Deputy And Louse.
I Am Ugly,
The Poet’s Mediocrity Reached Its Summit.
I Am Stupid And Bald,
Fighters For The Truth Please May I Forsake,
Because I Am Ugly.
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8. |
Railway Liquid
03:00
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RAILWAY LIQUID (Lyrics by Boris Grebenshikov)
Let Me Drink Plenty Of Railway Liquid,
Let Me Drink Plenty Of Railway Liquid,
I Like Summertime, Because It's Warm,
The Winter Is Good For Window Patterns And Storms,
I Cannot Be Seen Behind The Glass And The Snow Covers My Tracks.
When I Was Younger I Re-Arranged The Whole World,
When I Was Younger I Re-Arranged The Whole World,
But Now I Drink My Wine And I Eat My Cheese,
I Fall Without Knowing If It’s Up Or Down,
I Stay On The Top Of The Hill Without Knowing If It’s Here Or There.
We’ve Met Before, I've Heard It's A Fact,
We’ve Met Before, I've Heard It's A Fact,
But Today Your Brain Hums Like Machinery,
It's Too Bright And You Can't See My Eyes,
But Here I Sing, Can You Be In Tune With Me?
There Are Those Who Believe, And Those Who Watch From The Box,
There Are Those Who Believe, And Those Who Watch From The Box,
But When You Wake Up, Conceal Your Fear,
It Wasn't A Ghost, It Was Just A Sound,
The Sound Of A Leaving Train That You Will Miss.
So, Let Me Drink Plenty Of Railway Liquid,
Yes, Let Me Drink Plenty Of Railway Liquid,
I Write These Songs At The End Of December,
Naked, In The Snow, In The Light Of The Full Moon,
But If You Can Hear Me, Then It Wasn’t In Vain.
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9. |
Kolya
02:12
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KOLYA, KOLYA,
KOLYA, KOLYA!
You are not at school again,
But is this Your fault?
KOLYA, KOLYA,
KOLYA, KOLYA!
We go to harvest Your Fruit,
And then we parade for You!
KOLYA, KOLYA,
KOLYA, KOLYA!
Against our will,
You were born to be the leader of other Heroes.
KOLYA, KOLYA,
KOLYA, KOLYA!
Your Name is written on the wall,
It evokes fear from within us.
Smelling like burning tyres,
Tasting like last year's sleety winter.
You are only more sacred than a machine droning,
Amongst the blind but not us.
The poisonous smoke will cover us
At the crossroads of destitute meetings,
But there is a leak in His debauched mind,
You grow in Him, You are His son.
KOLYA, KOLYA, KOLYA!
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You Have Often The Appearance Of Winds Or Beautiful Verse.
I Offer My Resistance To Be More Than This Peace.
Acting Like A Wolf I Can Go No Further Than My Cursory Dreams.
Hungry To Stay On The Edge Of Your Spring.
One Day The Waves Of Endless Trouble Will Clear.
The Words In Shackles Of Paper Pages Turn Into Stains.
My Heart As Before Stretches To The Land Of Inconsolable Beauty.
Bound To Stay On The Edge Of Your Spring.
Serenity Is Only A Dawn. It Comes Accidentally For A Moment.
Sweet Song Can Be Heard. Before It Turns Into A Cry.
Again The Grail Is Broken And The Roads Strangely Narrow.
Why Is It So Frightening To Be On The Edge Of Your Spring?
Incessantly, The Chords Sound Out Tomorrow's Day.
Being On Time For The Decline Of Delight I Realise I Am Just At The Bottom.
If We Are Glad To Have Only That And Submit To The Pillars Of The State,
I Shall Leave And Quietly Sit Down On The Edge Of Your Spring.
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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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