| U.: or maybe Mole's Hole: in Russian there's one word for both, "hod". Up to this day, one of our favorites, never mind the poor technical quality. Recorded partly at Alexey Denisov's home studio, drums and keyboards overdubbed later. The Grateful Dead was my everything for me those days, as you can hear it. "Peacedeath Station" is mostly B.K.'s song, mine is only the second verse. In Russian, "pizdets" is a common dirty word meaning "fucking great" or "everything's lost", depending on the situation. "There's a Pizdets Station on every line, and if you reached it you're just fine". Understand it as you like it. "Bim or Bom" is about being very high and still not dying, "'cause I've got no skill of dying yet, and it's so boring in this golden heaven". "Bim or Bom", something from a nursery rhyme, sounds here like heaven bells ringing. The trick of gluing the tracks together with some non-music sounds was of course no news, but a great fun for us. We used it once more in "Stash"; as for me, I'd be happy to make it every time, on every record, I enjoy it so. "MM" was our first CD with a really available price; the next ones were already printed for the band's money and sold in the shows. |
Umka & Bro
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Umka - voice, guitar (1, 4)
Recorded by Alexey Denisov and Alexander Kalagov, Moscow, Summer and Fall 1999. Mixed by Ian Survillo (MYM Records) and Bro, Winter 1999. Artwork by Roman Furman. Photos by Umka and others. Logo by Vovka Orsky. Design by J.
Otdelenie Vykhod & Bro :) 1999. All rights allegedly reserved. Every fence must have a hole So Far Away ooh so far away perhaps already nowhere ooh so far away and perhaps already nowhere never ending miles of cold-hearted snow disembodied white flow snow gets mixed with the sky and doesn't want to melt in spring oh, so far away that perhaps already a dream time is devoured by miles and miles of eternal snow disembodied white glow ooh far away so incredibly far away glances fly like bullets without aim there is no you there is no me there is nobody and the earth gets frozen to the sky Mole Hole I've never thought of any big goal I was only moving digging, digging the hole like a mole digging a hole just a little mole digging, digging, digging my hole now, sand in my mouth, I look around too bright the light too loud the sound overground so strange to be overground I don't really like it wonder what it's all about I'll close the door return to my night to roll my own movie in black and white out of sight it's nice to be out of sight wait 'til I get back and tell you what's wrong and right don't you feel the world is losing control? somebody's burrowing from pole to pole just a mole digging a hole just a little mole digging through rock and coal I've never thought of any big goal I was only moving digging, digging a hole like a mole digging a hole just a little mole digging, digging, digging my hole |