| U.: I don't like this one, all haphazard and with bad cold. I wasn't ready for it, Kovriga made me to do it while he still had that money for the studio ($30 per hour - it was and is too much). On bass and drums we had nice older guys, ex- "Zvuki Mu", but as session people they were not ready to deal with the others. Trying to save Oleg's money, and for the first time in a real studio, I was too nervous and tried to record everything in two days, after one and a half rehearsals. Of course it was a pain in the ass to mix it; we did it twice and had to pay, classically, twice. Printed abroad (no proper gear at home those times), it got rather expensive, so very few from our crowd could afford the purchase; and as I didn't like it, I couldn't think of a good name and called it "The CD". Still, there is some good stuff there, for example, "Voice Is My Home", the song that had come to me in a dream, like several others. It was the peak of our homelessness, when we had to spend every night at somebody else's place and no money for renting a flat. No longer in print, I hope. |
Umka & Bro
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Umka - songs, voice, guitar
Otdelenie Vykhod & Bro :) 1998. All rights allegedly reserved Voice Is My Home I saw a dream of the hills so dark distant dogs barking distant bark abandoned church with a roof destroyed bats in the corners, transparent void four moons rolling in the dark blue skies dark blue forest in the distance lies starshine coming through the roof destroyed freedom of the night, transparent void take away my home but leave me my voice voice is my place, voice is my choice voice is my home, voice is my cell voice is my heaven, voice is my bell voice is my thunder, voice is my dome voice is my brother, voice is my home sometimes I dream of nightmare towns among the houses I find my house it might be the place where I was born we lived there with someone - no return yesterday's life, no more to share strange old woman in a dirty chair dust in the corners, a squeaky porch bats and rats, an abandoned church take away my home but leave me my voice voice is my place, voice is my choice voice is my home, voice is my cell voice is my heaven, voice is my bell voice is my thunder, voice is my dome voice is my brother, voice is my home 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 line to buy his bread troubled by the doubled price they eat and sleep - I eat and sleep they cry and weep - I cry and weep they scrimp and save - I scrape and save they rage and rave - I rage and rave 'I was always with my people where my people unfortunately were' 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 they eat and sleep - I eat and sleep they cry and weep - I cry and weep they scrimp and save - I scrape and save they rage and rave - I rage and rave 'I was always with my people Where my people unfortunately were' no Italians no Estonians Trans-Siberian's such a bore poor old women selling onions dirty old men - how loud they snore you better shut your mouth nothing to discuss nothing to put in it they eat and sleep - I eat and sleep they cry and weep - I cry and weep they scrimp and save - I scrape and save they rage and rave - I rage and rave 'I was always with my people where my people unfortunately were' I Hate Little Girls pretty little girls are running around wearing beads, changing hats, laughing so loud I hate little girls I hate them so I hate little girls yeah yeah yeah yeah stealing my chocolates trying to sing they want you so badly they want everything I hate little girls I hate them so I hate little girls yeah yeah yeah yeah how'd you like to see the little bitch grab your mike and scream with poor pitch I hate little girls I hate them so I hate little girls yeah yeah yeah yeah they drink one beer together and cry for more they love each other so oh I hate them so I hate little girls I hate them so I hate little girls yeah yeah yeah yeah too clumsy to dance too young to drink they want my friends they want everything they kiss me on the cheek they want me to be glad they are five on my toilet a dozen in my bed I hate little girls I hate them so I hate little girls yeah yeah yeah yeah |