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side 1
22:59
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good morning
good morning
how are you
fine
good night
good night
good morning
good morning
how is your mood
no way
try to keep your mood always good
it suddenly seemed to me that we had lost our way long ago.
That we only thought that we were going to the beach,
but in fact there was no beach.
And that even became scary
so you have become an adult,
today is your second birthday.
coming into this life,
we do not think about where we came from and who we were before.
we do not think about why this happened,
we just crawl along the embankment, looking around,
and listen to the quiet splash of the sea.
good afternoon. Let's meet now. I am a major.
but the main thing in my life is music.
so, if you love music,
We will reach spiritual closeness between us.
copulation is friction of the viscera and mucus secretion
with a kind of shudder.
do they really sing such beautiful songs about it?
the three pillars of the formicine society are beetlehood,
cricketship and dragonflyness.
good night
good night
good morning
good morning
how did your sleep
excellent
try to keep your mood always good
in the grass a grasshopper sat,
in the grass a grasshopper sat,
he was just like a cucumber
the grasshopper was green
do you hear the steps
no, i don't
good night
good night
good morning
good morning
where are you?
i'm here
we live in the darkness all the time,
just sometimes it gets a little lighter.
we all fly towards the light,it's an instinct.
some of us fly towards the light, and some - towards the darkness.
if you think there is light all around what light you can fly to?
and it turns out that everyone seems to fly to life, but find death.
that is, at every given moment they move towards the light,
but fall into the darkness.
good morning
good morning
can you hear the steps
no, i can't
i don't understand
- how this ball of dung can be the whole world.
or how the whole world
can become a ball of dung.
i know it's hard to understand.
but, apart from manure, there is simply nothing.
when there is fog around, carefully check where you want to put your foot.
imagine,imagine,
he was just like a cucumber.
imagine,imagine,
the grasshopper was green.
the fact that looking at the moon you see a yellow spot
does not mean at all that the moon is yellow.
you mean that when i look at the moon,
i see the sunlight it reflects,
but the moon itself does not glow.
to me it doesn't matter.
the light exists and that's enough
and when i see it,
the main thing in me makes me move towards the light.
and where is it from, what is it like - it's not really important.
oh well, you don't want to move to the moon.
which light are you going to now?
to the nearest lantern
as if there was something amazingly simple and most important in life before,
and then it all disappeared,
and only then it became clear that there it was
and it turned out
that absolutely everything that was once wanted before
made sense only because it was that most important thing.
and nothing is needed without it,
and there is no way even to say about it
where will i find the manure?
around,
but there is no manure there,
just the opposite,
there is only manure around
enjoy every obstacle that comes your way
they all make you stronger.
we were so carried away by the road that
we forgot where and why we were going
the whole vast life in which you are eventually going to turn towards the light,
in fact, is that only moment when you choose darkness.
why?
and what else can be, except this second?
yesterday, tomorrow, day after tomorrow.
yesterday, and tomorrow, and the day after tomorrow,
and even the day before yesterday also exist only in this second,
only at the moment when you think about them.
so if you want to choose the light tomorrow and say goodbye to the darkness today, then in fact you are just choosing the darkness.
what if i want to stop choosing the darkness?
choose the light.
but how ?
just fly to it right now.
there will be no other time for this.
you see how much light and darkness around, choose what you like.
good morning
good morning
where are you?
i'm here
it is raining and you have no power at all to concentrate.
you are lying on your back, and it is clear without looking
that the windows in the next house are yellow,
and someone motionless is counting people in silence.
sometimes you wake up at night and gaze for a long time
through the window at the light of the so-called Moon,
though you have long known that this world is a hallucination of a drug addict,
who, in his turn, is the delusion of some drunk major.
it would be nice to hide somewhere and wait for the summer,
and behave as quietly as possible,
otherwise there will be trouble
if everyone realizes that you are a circle of dazzlingly bright light,
and nohing in the universe has ever existed but it.
what does the Lord expect from us, looking at us with hope?
oh my god! what is it for to me?
do you really think that i want to hurt you?
no, i don’t think so! lord forgive me!
there is no fault for you, think about something else.
let's say i want to choose the light.
but how do i know whether it's real or not?
any light you can reach is real.
and if you didn’t reach even a little bit,
however bright the fire you were heading to was,
it was a mistake.
actually the point is not where you are flying to,
but who is flying.
that is all the same though.
the moon reflects the sunlight,
and what light is reflected by the Sun?
all we hear is an opinion, not the fact.
Everything we see is a point of view, not the truth
he only ate some weed
he only ate some weed
he didn't touch a booger
and he made friends with flies.
where are we going now? there are no lights already.
how come the're no lights if we are flying to them?
what is the point of flying to them if they are not visible?
let's go back.
then we won't be there either.
those of us who flew to them.
maybe those lights were just not real,
maybe, - or maybe we were not real
those who are with fire go up, and who are with water go down.
imagine,imagine,
he didn't touch the booger,
imagine, imagine,
and he made friends with flies.
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Side 2
13:11
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where are you?
i'm here.
always take the shortest route.
only brave heroes are mousing around.
good night.
good night.
i think that there is nothing in the world higher than our loneliness.
except for eucalyptus and sycamores.
but this rotten stump in meadow nearby is no higher at all than our loneliness.
surely it's not.
what's new in your dreams?
a lot of everything… today i discovered a distant and very strange world,
from where someone also saw us.
the one who saw us took us for two red lamps
on the top of a mountain by the sea.
and what did we do in your dream?
we were glowing - until the electricity was turned off.
our spirit is really perfect,
our spirit is flawless.
the one who noticed us is now hiding behind a nearby stem.
and what is he going to do?
he's going to jump into well number one.
why the well number one?
he can also jump into the well number three as well
or into the well number nine,
or into the well number fourteen,
but the best thing is to jump into the well number forty-eight.
our spirit is really perfect,
our spirit is flawless.
good morning
good morning
external reality and internal world are not connected in any way with each other.
but then there came a frog
a gluttonous belly frog
and she ate the blacksmith.
i travel a lot and i am always amazed at the uniqueness of each landscape.
every landscape has its own charm.
it is even difficult to say where i actually live -
most of the time i fly back and forth.
and most of all in life i am interested in new impressions.
i should be afraid of the digit three,
but i'm not afraid of it.
DICHLORODIPHENYL TRICHLOROETHANE
SOLUTIO FORMALDEHYDI
kiss me, nobody has kissed me the way you did
god, how lovely life is!
FERRY SULPHAS
GREEN VITRIOL
CALCYANIDE
BLACK CYANIDE
again the steps and the bell,
can you hear them?
it all seems to you.
let's go ahead.
death is as much a secret of nature as birth.
imagine, imagine,
a gluttonous abdomen.
imagine, imagine,
and the frog ate the blacksmith.
i live with my mother, but she won't see us.
when she doesn't sleep, she reads aloud all the time;
the meaning does not reach her any other way
– oh yeah, honey, i can feel it
it's been my dream for ages, –
to learn american bed whispers…
eat me, oh, – it's getting so big… so big and hard…
yeah, baby,
you smell good and you taste good
i think all of us live for a few of these moments.
BLEACHING POWDER
CHLORINATED LIME
where are you?
i'm here.
the pleasure increases
when you begin to distinguish behind the torn curtains of the covers
separating one body from another,
he didn't think he didn't guess
a dull noise, at first the blood flow,
and then - imperative heartbeats,
like signals from some other world, inaccessible to our sight;
he didn't think he didn't guess
their rhythm sets sometimes passionate, sometimes mocking movements of your body, into the long protrusion of which,
wandering in the pulsing labyrinths of someone else's flesh,
the whole consciousness seems to flow;
he never had expected
and suddenly everything ends,
and you are swimming somewhere again over the old stones of the pavement .
..such a gloomy end.
here you will leave, and i will stay here.
do you just know what awaits me?
do you know how i live?
they want to kill all of us who live here
and nobody knows what will happen to us tomorrow.
will you take me with you?
of course, my dear.
is there a lot of shit in america?
of course, my dear..
nothing should be done in vain,
and never do anything other than obeying the strict rules of art.
imagine, imagine,
he never had expected
imagine, imagine,
such a gloomy end.
BLEACHING POWDER
CHLORINATED LIME
DICHLORODIPHENYL TRICHLOROETHANE
FERRY SULPHAS
GREEN VITRIOL
CALCYANIDE
BLACK CYANIDE
SOLUTIO FORMALDEHYDI
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3. |
Side 3/Overture
24:07
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there is a well that can be used,
but in the first position there is no water in it,
in the second it cannot be scooped up,
and in the third there is no one to drink it.
having gone through countless snapshots of life to the point of birth,
finding myself in it and looking even deeper to see the beginning,
i realized that i was looking into infinity.
the well had no bottom
there never was any beginning.....
good morning
good morning
where are you?
i'm here
again the steps and the bell,
can you hear them?
no, i can't
it's very easy to tell someone else how to live and what to do.
i would explain anything to anyone.
and i would even show which lights to fly to and how.
but if you have to do the same yours elf,
you sit still or fly in a completely different direction.
the one who now lives in your place is waiting for you.
personally in me two choose at once.
and i can't even separate them from each other.
i don't know who is real, and i don't know when one will replace the other.
because both seem to intend to move towards the light, but along different routes.
and they propose to do exactly the opposite.
the worst thing that can happen to you
is that he will continue to live in your place.
when i try to make a decision,
i keep facing someone in me who has accepted the exact opposite,
and that's the one who then does everything.
with your recent actions You disturbed a very
powerful creature.
it strongly did not like this all
and now it's gonna come for you.
these two are kind of splitting my time,
one is the real me, the final one, the one whom i consider myself.
the one who wants to fly to the light.
and the other is a temporary myself, existing only for a second.
in general, he is going to fly to the light, too
but before that he needs a short and last piece of darkness.
just to say goodbye. to take the last look.
and the strange thing is that the one who wants to fly to the light
has got the whole life, because he is me,
and the one who wants to fly to the darkness has got only one second.
and still, you always find yourself flying into darkness?
yes
does it surprise you?
highly.
when he appears, i become him.
but i was up to do exactly the opposite.
so, that one is you
now i'll go and tell him that's enough for me.
who does he think he is and where does he come from?
on the other hand, of course, that's a question of no sense...
from the same as i am and he speaks right, too
but i have always known this without him.
and i've known many other things ... where did it all go ...
it thinks you are in its complete power.
you belong to it
and what you try to do is dangerous for this power.
and this creature's gonna attack you at any minute.
who is it?
your own corpse
it will live instead of you
and if it dies, you will live in it's place.
but how can a corpse die?
good morning
good morning
good night
good night
others need your blood!
good morning
good morning
where are you?
i'm here
good night
good night
when i was little boy
i thought why the adults don't put the economy in order
and make peace with neighboring countries.
when i grew up, i realized there are no adults at all.
it's good that you have conflicts with the mad
and they chase you with axes and razors in their hands.
you run away from one, then from another,
then from the third,
and you have no time to feel neither your loneliness nor your fear.
where are you?
i'm here
where are you?
i'm here
when there is no way to dig forward or to the sides,
you have to dig upwards.
if the ground is up, then this is the surface and you don't need to dig any more..
roll up into yourself
life was wasted,
it cannot go different way
it's no point at all to cry over it
i was flying towards the light,
but now i stand in total darkness,
in a strange place
i was looking for something completely different.
what is happening to me?
i won't give an answer to anyone,
i'll just whisper to you only
tomorrow i will fly away to the sunny summer,
i will do whatever i want
summertime....
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ZGA Saint Petersburg, Russian Federation
The experimental Russian band ZGA was founded in 1984. The leader of the band Nick Sudnick explores the limits of sound using the elements of noise, industrial, avant-rock, traditional and classical music. He developed the unique sound objects called zgamoniums. His latest visionary project "24 Rush Hours" represents a series of operas and this massive piece of work is still in progress. ... more
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