Songs by Umka, music by Umka & Bro
Umka - voice
Boris Kanunnikov - first guitar
Denis Dudoladov - second guitar
Mikhail Trofimenko - bass
Boris Markov - drums
Igor Oistrakh - harp
Masha Rabinovich - violin
Pavel Freichko - keyboards
Recorded in Spring 2002 with the help of A.Kalagov and his computer. Mixed in Fall 2002 by Ian Survillo (MYM) and Bro. Mastering by E.Gapeev. Artwork by Roman Furman (influenced by Alton Kelley's Jefferson Airplane - Grateful Dead poster, 1968). Black and white sketch by Boris K. Design by D.Dziuba and Umka
Otdelenie Vyhod & Bro :) 2002. All rights allegedly reserved
Fish Of Glass
my footsteps are so slight and weak
I'm feeling oh so light and meek
I feel so easy as I pass
I'm feeling like a fish of glass
the wind is whistling through my bone
the crowd is leaving me alone
the cloud of crowd around me spins
they are afraid of needles and pins
so narrow is my path to step
I've got little horns beneath my cap
I've got little hooves inside my boots
to scare the cops and other dudes
so light to pass, so hard to catch
I feel just like a burning match
I feel just like a leave of grass
I feel just like a fish of glass
Loving Way
When you walk loving way
Is it loving away
To & fro
Round the clock night and day
Always ready to stay
Or go
Way of seeing a flash
Way of losing your flesh
Snow & rain
Lie - lay - my - may -
Loving way
I will never complain,
Never show me your pain
Loving way
Here's a gun for the killer
We all may be killers, I say
For delay or decay
There is no one to blame
And claim
Game - flame - no name -
Loving way
Chorus:
I will paint my guitar
All lilac and purple
I will rush through the backdoor
Into silvery world
I will enter your glass store
In heavy big boots
Smash - crash - flash - splash
Loving way
You may say anything
You may take it and sing -
It's a song
Once I dreamt of two rivals
Trying to fight for a girl
The mistake was the lake
Both naked in bright summer day
Oh, and water is hard to be cruel and smash
Only flash - splash - slow - blow
Loving way
Chorus:
California
oh my friend
when we wake up, in the end
on the beach in California, then
I'll hand you a handful of sand -
but now you wait -
here at night
we share one cigarette's light
flying high as a kite
and you'll just hold me tight
but later on
time will pass
the light was too small to last
and a room was a thing to pass
destroyed by a mighty fire
bells will ring
and we'll remember life's a dream
and the water will be so clean
in the dream forever blue and green
la la la la
in California, by the sea
and the dream is so clear and free
forever for you and me
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