1. |
As of Now
01:21
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(Instrumental)
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2. |
An Old Forgotten Song
04:36
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In these hazy times in our troubled minds,
in the circumstances about which I’m unsure, something’s going on...
Something wonderful, maybe terrible,
misconceptional, yet exceptional, is happening to us all...
People were informed, population warned,
big boys played their games through to the closing act.
How should we react?
I will make a fire, if you’re sick and tired
find yourself a place and we’ll sing along an old forgotten song.
New times are coming.
What do you think – can we succeed now,
or shall the start again meet the end?
Open up your eyes, do not close your ears,
do not shut your mouth in your noble years, try to stay alive.
Take a look around, can you hear that sound?
It’s with you that I could recall the old forgotten song.
Life seems so appalling when you see the last bastions fall,
but every circle is closed in the end.
Consciousness calling.
in the end we must grope for the wheel and find the right pedal,
or else....
New times are coming.
What do you think – can we succeed now,
or shall the start again meet the end?
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3. |
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I. Primrose Everdeen
I noticed her one day when she walked past.
Her face was sooty, but her soul was clean.
I turned around and watched her going,
a frail child, soon to be thirteen.
The people ‘round her hardly could imagine
the heaviness of weight she carried on her back,
the cruelty of the selfish world she lived in,
the meaninglessness of life she had to live.
Still she hoped for good.
She wanted to believe in a future
and to be one who loves and who is loved,
and to fulfill her dreams.
The things that we were born to do
and the deeds that we are known for
are usually not very much the same.
We are all equal when we’re born
and equal we are still when we die.
What matters is what lies there in between.
As we grow up we improve our skills and talents
that we use to hurt, abase, abuse, belittle,
terrorise, harass and humiliate, oppress and kill (our favourite skill!).
A mind-blowing expertise!
Achievements mesmerise!
“You must be the best, the winner, Number One!
This is what we are taught and what we learn.
If you unlock your heart today or do a favour to a lesser someone
you shall see him fill your place tomorrow.
You shall know the shame and sorrow.
Shame and sorrow!”
“Purity of soul saves.
Goodwill holds the world in place.
All are one and one is all.
This is all-embracing Love that conquers all”.
Confessing this, she bears her heavy burden,
a frail child, soon to be thirteen.
Where would I be, what would I do
if I had not met you then, my guardian angel
Primrose Everdeen.
II. Guardian Angel
(Instrumental)
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4. |
Pale from Grey
05:35
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Do force me not to get back to that fairy tale.
We finished writing it many years ago.
Another book that starts with “once upon a time...”
and ends with “... realised it was time to go”.
This book is ours.
Nobody has the privilege to add new pages or rewrite old ones,
to change the characters and rules,
to alter storyboards.
The full stop is waiting for us –
let’s put it there at once.
Only with you could I create that fairy tale.
Only to you I would always say:
“Good night, I love you” when I closed my eyes...
and only you taught me to distinguish pale from grey.
It’s true: we’re through.
No more illusion about this.
You’re now the master of your own fate – and so am I.
But still, aboard the vessel of our memories,
we’ll have all our time on earth to contemplate
people exploiting the same generic mould,
to watch them stencil the pages of their books,
to ask, to answer, or to go into silent mode...
And give our blessings to our lucky stars.
For only you and I could write that fairy tale.
Only for you I’d always wake up and say:
“Good morning, dear, I love you”... and only you
taught me to distinguish pale from grey.
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5. |
Ignorance
06:45
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Life is hard. I know you know that
life is but reality we have to bear.
When your neighbours annoy you with their daily problems
and you want to hit them,
lock the door and close the windows,
filter and clean up your social media right now.
Don’t worry – nobody will dare to find you hidden there,
behind the wall of multimedia.
“I didn’t see!”
Oh yes, oh sure.
How could you? You were completely unaware.
“I didn’t hear!”
Oh, that’s ok.
You were searching there for something in your underwear.
“I didn’t say!”
Of course, you didn’t.
If you did, your lungs would burst and your nose grow long.
I tell you what: you’re not alone.
And for the likes of you I sing my song.
Ignorance is practical,
useful and didactical,
its manoeuvres are tactical.
So practical!
Ignorance frees you from pain.
You will never have to pay,
you will never be supposed
to say anything.
Just stay away from others’ problems!
Life is hard. I know you know that.
We cannot escape from this reality (alas).
Sooner, maybe later, it will surely
want to test your vitality,
like the Moon, eclipsing the Sun
on a peaceful morning in a treacherous way.
Would you then be happy to get back
all that you have given us the other day?
Do you remember what you said to us?
Ignorance is practical,
blissful and didactical,
its manoeuvres are tactical.
So practical!
Ignorance frees you from pain.
You will never have to pay,
you will never be supposed
to say anything.
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6. |
Sincerity
03:59
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Sincerity’s an amazing luxury,
no one is required to have it.
If you don’t like something – forget it,
if you don’t believe – accept it,
otherwise you’ll regret speaking up.
Smile and say “Amazing! Brilliant!”,
clap your hands and jump right where you stand.
No one really would feel comfortable
if you open up your heart and soul,
if you decide to act noble.
Sincerity’s against our way of life,
it rings like your alarm in the peaceful morning.
Go away with your fucking sentiments,
you shall never get our compliments.
You bet all that you had on nothing.
You bet all that you had on nothing!
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7. |
It's Time
14:28
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I can’t... I really cannot understand you when you speak,
nor do I read your books where numbers substitute for words,
blank spaces lose their meanings and commas are neglected.
Your new rules... Your embarrassing new rules...
I’m either deaf or ultrasensitive to the sounds of your new music
that speaks of nothing, sings of nobody,
the nuts and knots are used instead of notes to write it down,
so it becomes accessible, sterile, processed and saved, but never played.
No, never ever played or sung at all.
And then the child spoke: “Hello, world!”,
then made his first steps
and climbed to virgin heights so quickly
that his parents were so shocked.
Happy and shocked to know
what he was going to become soon.
“Hello, world!”
Is there a reasonable limit to life’s acceleration rate?
The speed we all are running at frightens as much as it stimulates.
All goods are digitised, arranged, impalpable, available...
All deeds are visible, exposed, discussed, condemned or praised,
and then immediately forgotten in anticipation of a new sensation.
I’ve seen enough.
I’ve had enough.
I think it’s time for me to leave this scene.
In an atmosphere of overwhelming ignorance
that overfills the cup of patience and common sense I cannot breathe...
My lungs refuse to ventilate this air, this fusty air, this filthy air.
This plastic water...
This bloody meal...
Unlock thy seventh seal!
It’s mine – I’m its.
You give me more and more and more and more of your deadly, fatal hits.
Enough – I’m leaving now.
My love, I’ll never know what waits for us tonight.
Perhaps, I’m not the first, nor am I the last who, haunted by the past,
is forced to climb the tallest mast, but the die is cast.
So do it! Hit me with your staff!
I smile, I laugh, for my all-forgiving Mother,
my Mother-Earth is ready to embrace my tortured essence,
my spoiled essence,
my misbegotten essence,
my dying essence,
my fading essence,
my lost and scared, scared and tiny essence.
I look ahead - it’s here, it’s very close!
I turn to see what I have left behind...
and overlook the instant when I should have said goodbye.
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8. |
Wake Up
01:08
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Wake up, my child, from your troubled sleep.
The ordeal’s over.
Rise and shine, my child,
a new life is waiting for you.
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9. |
The New One
05:48
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(Instrumental)
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Mikayel Abazyan Yerevan, Armenia
Born on July 9, 1971.
Self-trained playing piano, guitar and later - bass, which allowed me playing and making a few
recordings with various bands in Yerevan.
In 2014, joined a special project dedicated to the music of Peter Hammill and Van der Graaf Generator, which brought me back to studio work. Having released yet another successful solo tribute, started producing my own music.
And I like it!
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