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Get Up! (Useless Power)
06:00
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Get up and take a morning shower. Charge yourself with power.
A flower needs no appraisal words to show its form and colours.
It lives and does its best to live and to enjoy the sunlight.
It gives, and through giving justifies its living.
Now go out! Go down the road towards the margin of the bay.
A day without a victory is lost and broken.
A token, a symbol of your happiness is your smile.
It’s your sword. And your word is your only noble weapon that you must use
in countless battles with authorities and kings
who spend their lives dehumanizing all your dreams and needs.
For all their honours, majesties, the powers that be
you are a tough case ‘cause they can’t contain the ones like you and me,
those who don’t blindly kill themselves in patriotic wars,
bloodthirsty who are not and who don’t hide behind the walls,
who can’t be easily hypnotized through TV and the Web,
who have no fear of when the Doomsday Clock stops ticking...
Keep kicking! Keep punching, beating, getting up and breathing!
Don’t stop believing, for there’s more than endless struggle for existence.
Persistence... They think it’s just a word, a useless power.
Resistance will one day shake and break their concrete Tower.
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TV (Brainwashing)
05:13
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Don’t underestimate the power of TV!
Your TV’s waiting for you to gather ‘round.
It will show you everything you need to see.
It will tell you everything you need to hear.
You will be convinced of all you need to live and to believe what they say.
Who are they? You’ll never know.
Who are they? You’ll never want to know.
Who are they? You’ll never ask yourself about that.
You will hear the same BS a dozen times a day.
You will let their propaganda props inside.
You will realise one day that there’s nothing left to say
to stop that penetration of your mind.
It will shape your moral right.
It will take you by surprise.
It will make their wild ideas sound like they are your own –
and you’ll like it.
Who are there behind that wall,
who contain and who control every little thing in this whole world?
They are glorified, they are certified,
and you are enchanted by their nacreous smile,
which is magnified, brightened, amplified
on your Full HD or CRT,
Plasma or just LCD,
QLED, OLED, AMOLED,
4K, 8K, flat or curve... I’ve got no nerve! - TV
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If one day I write a book, who is going to be my hero?
Someone beautiful and strong? A famous face from glossy covers?
Someone I would want to be like but, alas, I never could...
Someone I’d be scared to seem like or wouldn’t want to see around...
What if he would be a monster whom I’d be afraid to meet?
Would I be ashamed of him, or would he still make me proud?
Could you teach me something else, more than what I’ve learned by myself?
Would I feel myself responsible for you?
If one day I draw a picture, what will you see painted there?
Would it be a gloomy landscape or a beautiful still life?
And if I’m thinking ‘bout a portrait, who is this a portrait of?
Should white chalk suffice my needs, or should I go for coal or pencil, oil paints or watercolor?
Who are you and what’s your name?
Where’re you from and where’re you going?
Is there anybody in this world who doesn’t hold themselves aloof from you?
If I dedicate my song to you, would you live up to my expectations?
If I open up my heart now, would you take your pretty sandals off?
If I tell you my name, would it resonate with yours then?
If I tell you here’s a verse, would you offer a refrain?
Would we sing this song together if one day I write a song?
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The twenty second day,
The month concludes the year,
The year two thousand and two decades and two...
A third past two at night -
they finally went to bed.
They set a goal: they dream to wake
by two past eight PM.
What will you do if you miss all these milestones?
Will you go up, or down we’ll see you falling?
What will you feel if I tell you everything is relative
and two sometimes is twelve?
And zero can be, too!
D’you know, by any chance,
you could – well, more than once –
have celebrated the zeroes and the twos
if you could rent a jet
to ride it out west
and take a round trip around the globe?
What will you do if you miss all these milestones?
Will you go up, or down we’ll see you falling?
What will you feel if I tell you everything is relative
and two sometimes is twelve?
And zero can be, too!
And zero can be two!
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If you suddenly see me drunk, don’t be surprised.
If you catch me in bed with someone, trust your eyes.
If, somehow, I’m not the one you think I am - peace be with you!
Better join our fuzzy jam.
If you hear me laughing my lungs out - that’s me.
If you spot me throwing up, just let me be.
If you see me having fun - that’s me again.
Why shouldn’t I invite you to sing a refrain together with me?
All of those simple human joys are not that alien to me,
and I’m an ordinary person, after all,
with ups and downs and happy hours,
and I want you to remember well a very simple rule: we are all free.
Both you and me. It’s as simple as that.
I wish I could detach myself from you and that pathetic way you live,
but then I wouldn’t be able to understand the essence of the things.
That’s why I want you.
That’s why I need you.
That’s why I greet you.
That’s why I sing for you.
I play for you...
I try for you...
I cry for you...
Hmmmm...
Doo-doo-doo-be-dee-doo...
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You had to go thousands of miles before you stepped onto the summit of your dream.
It’s only now that you can see just how small it is – smaller than your bathroom, humbler than your thoughts.
A lonely, empty and abandoned space of tectonic stuff, covered with ice.
But can you tell me now why your heart is about to jump out of your chest?
You know that in a minute you’ll have to leave this place for good.
There’s nothing you can do here, there’s nothing here, it is nobody’s space.
It is a homeland to the pledges, dreams and goals of so many.
It was your turn today, but now you know it’s time for you to go.
Alone, my friend, you go.
This is the path for one.
Alone you embrace your happiness – alone you miss it.
You have its DNA,
so you will always know when it is next to you or in your hands again,
and you will never part with it.
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First, I offered you a snack and you said “OK!”.
“Fancy a walk?” (I must have been so brave back then) – and I got “OK!” again.
You asked me for some wise advice, and you got it right away.
But for some reason I forgot a warning, a lesson that I was taught
by my good old man in his heyday:
A tiger fucks a tigress, a lion fucks a lioness,
a female spider makes a spider male,
a frog attracts a frog, a dog depends on dogs,
that’s how it used to be up to this day.
And Dinosaur the Antique – he used to be romantic
when, blushing, he approached a Dino-girl.
They choose among their species, have realistic wishes.
Do not forget this golden rule of thumb!
“Get out of my way!” I said. “Let me be!
She looks so beautiful!” I said. “And she likes me!” (so far)
“Give me a reason to doubt her intentions!” I would say.
The reason revealed itself when I remembered
a warning, a lesson that I forgot when
I was driving my dear friends out of my way.
Animals don’t use mirrors, they don’t know what they look like
but never they’re mistaken in their choice.
They know who will reciprocate, they’re sure about whom to relate to,
they are sure about whom to isolate.
I spent months being there by your side.
I thought that you were at least satisfied.
But when the time came for you to visit me
you said... no, you didn’t say anything.
You just kept silent, as if nothing had happened.
You felt, I do believe, some sort of relief
when you bade me farewell.
You must have learned your lessons well,
but I was deaf to hear when Mother-Nature rang that mighty bell.
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White passing clouds...
Clear turquoise sky...
A familiar landscape watching us die...
Where do they come from?
Where do they go?
Where are their homes?
Where do they belong?
What is their meaning?
What are their goals?
Questions we pose
while slowly those pilgrims pass and disappear.
White passing clouds...
Same turquoise sky...
One hell of a landscape...
No one left to die…
What was their meaning?
Did they have any goal?
We used to pose questions
but the traces of pilgrims are long gone...
They disappeared.
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You go out to take your daily walk,
and, suddenly, you find someone to talk and share a smile...
You stay there for a while...
You look around – you clearly hear that charming sound!
It’s nowhere to be found but in your soul.
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Neither grace, nor disgrace,
nor taboos, nor bijoux,
nor lace, nor trace of all that artificial fuss,
nor scars, nor stars twisted in her silky hair,
nor the Cross, nor Magen David or Buddha sitting on his feet,
nor amputated limbs, nor private cash machines,
nor cold darkness of the prison grot,
nor the power of the 30-second advertising spot,
nor city centre flat, nor ramshackle hut,
nor her wealthy daddy, nor his disfigured body -
nothing can affect the blind lovers’ inner vision,
no one can distort each other’s beauty in their eyes.
Nothing can affect,
no one can distort...
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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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