пятница, 1 февраля 2008 г.

Новые времена

Начало нового, 2008 года, подарило новые эксперименты в музыкальной жизни. Экс-гитарист группы Wonderers пригласил меня поучаствовать в качестве вокалиста в новом коллективе, который пока даже не имеет названия. Впрочем, название в этом случае не играет никакой роли. Группа собрана исключительно для того, чтобы зарабатывать музыкой деньги в клубах, хотя, возможно, некоторые мои композиции из тех, что представлены на этой странице, и прозвучат в новом исполнении. Ориентировочно, процесс подготовки к выступлениям закончится в мае - начале июня, что, как нельзя кстати, совпадает с началом курортного сезона.
Напоследок скажу, что в этом коллективе я являюсь самым молодым участником, и это впервые в моей практике.

четверг, 14 июня 2007 г.

My Girl

Memories of pain and lights of happiness
The cat and mouse game the bliss the loneliness
It's all about I call my unbelievable
My frozen-hearted girl
Black blood in her veins but roses on her cheeks
It really turns my brain it makes me sick and mixed
Sometime I lose control sometimes I feel that I am
Under bare polls

My girl supposes that our love is just illusion
My girl will strike out everyting in conclusion
My girl says that I don't deserve an any absolution
My girl is cruel but in my soul nobody but my girl

Diamonds of her words like deadly shots for me
She puts me to the sword I've lost reality
I try to stay alive in endless chaos that I
completely dive

Under The Paper Moon

It's so much better than a movie trip
It's so much better than a road to shady town
The coast the magic sky your tender lips
A paper moon's above this world that goes around

Under the paper moon
Into the mystic fume
Of martini night
We've nothing babe to hide
Under the paper moon
Being on sandy dunes
We can speak with stars
So happy two of us

While hand in hand the morning will be far
While hand in hand I feel the beat of loving heart
We blind of flame of this our fairy love
The land is sleeping and the paper moon's above

Oh Helen

Slim cigarette's between her fingers
Old Fashioned coctail's in her glass
She says I'm looser and I linger
They're not for me means girls A-class

Is it you
Is it me
Why we're out of harmony
Where's the love that used to be

Oh Helen you must be a flower
Oh Helen give me just an hour
Oh Helen stay and be my lodestar
But Helen brush me off and than
My Helen crash me off again
She's cruel lady in her brown car
She's cruel lady in her brown car

She stuffs her head with new tabloids
And realizes that is true
So I have left an aching void
She says all right or it will do

Is it you
Is it me
Why we're out of harmony
Where's the love that used to be

Stop

Don't you know that girl is better than you
Why you gave me cash when I felt me blue
You may turn the light
You may stray all night
But you'll never be that lady she's so bright

Stop
No way oh girl no way don't make me pain
Stop
I scream I cry I pray
Stop
The story's in the end the dust the sand
Bye oh mine I'll be on my land

Don't you realize I'm empting the bag
Ev'rythig I told was not just a gag
Where's your new boyfriend
Your hothouse plant
I hope you're not gonna let him draw a blank

Evelina

Emptiness
You feel this emptiness
You broke your heart I guess
And now you need caress
More or less
No one knows
The air for you so closed
Your lyrics are uncomposed
Around you ice and frost
The luck is lost

Life is too hard but you'll survive
Evelina stay alive
Let your eyes be always bright
Evelina hold on tight

Where's your way
Where you are be okay
You'll never be that same
As people without name
Without flame
I'm with you
My voice is singing true
I know what to do
Remember I'm with you
I'm with you

A Little Nixie

She would cry
But river's deepest than her tears
She says I will survive
Hey someone
Please play with me I lonesome
There's a place nowhere to run

Day by day a little nixie's looking for the friend
She really needs a warmth of helping hands
Just warmth for a little nixie

Life is door
So where's the key and something else
That gives a chance to smile
So while
She's swimming out there is no sounds
Across two hundred miles