U.: I was so happy with "VP", that for some time needed no new songs. At that time Andrey Tropillo, one of the famous sound masters (he'd recorded plenty of Soviet underground bands and bootlegged many LPs of the Western rock classics for the eager Soviet listeners), suggested that we should try his new studio in Petersburg, with reel-to-reel equipment. It would be foolish to miss the chance, so we just came there and recorded a live studio, with minimum overdubs, remaking songs from "The CD" and our first '97 cassette, "Here We Are, Mom".

Umka & Bro
at AnTrop's

  1. Play Your Games   (MP3)
  2. Burnt Land Tactics   (MP3)
  3. Look At Yourself   (MP3)
  4. Kerouac   (MP3)
  5. That's Love   (MP3)
  6. We've Got It, Mama   (MP3)
  7. Legless Song   (MP3)
  8. I Was Always With My People   (MP3)
  9. I Hate Little Girls   (MP3)
  10. Where Am I?   (MP3)
  11. Knees Are Bendin' / Musician   (MP3)

Songs by Umka, music by Umka & Bro

Umka - voices
Boris Kanunnikov - guitars, voice
Mikhail Trofimenko - bass, voice
Boris Markov - drums, voice
Igor Oistrakh - harp

Recorded on Jan. 9-10, overdubs (guitars, harp, back vocals) - Feb. 1-4, mixed on March 10-11 and April 16-17, 2004. Recorded and mixed by Yasin Tropillo (AnTrop Studios, St.Petersburg). Produced by Andrey Tropillo. Artwork by Roman Furman. Design by Alexey Voropanov and Umka. Photos by A. Saveliev, A. Voropanov

AnTrop Studios & Bro :) 2004. All rights allegedly reserved 


I Was Always With My People

'I was always with my people
To share my people's destiny',
My father quoted a famous Russian poet
Paying twice as much as it used to be
Standing in a queue to buy his bread
Troubled by the doubled price

Chorus:
They eat and sleep - I eat and sleep
They cry and weep - I cry and weep
They scrape and save - I scrape and save
They rage and rave - I rage and rave
'I was always with my people
Where my people unfortunately was'

Jesus Christ - believe I'm serious
Don't you tell me I'm too late
Overseas it's so mysterious
I'm afraid to emigrate
They always feed me here for nothing
I'm afraid I'll never make it there

Chorus:

No Italians no Estonians
Trans-Siberian's such a bore
Poor old women selling onions
Dirty old men so loud to snore
You better shut your mouth
Nothing to discuss
Nothing to put in

Chorus:


I Hate Little Girls

Pretty little girls are running around
Wearing beads, changing hats, laughing so loud

Chorus:
I hate little girls
I hate them so
I hate little girls
Yeah yeah yeah yeah

Stealing my chocolates
Eager to sing
They want you so badly
They want everything

Chorus:

Won't you like
To see the little bitch
To grab my mike
And scream without a pitch

Chorus:

They drink one beer together
And cry for more
They love each other so -
Oh, I hate them so

Chorus:

Too clumsy to dance
Too young to drink
They want my friends
They want everything
They kiss me on the cheek
Want to make me glad
They are five in my toilet
A dozen in my bed

Chorus (2 times)