@ALBUM: Radio Silence Artist: Boris Grebenshikov 1989 Columbia Records All selections by Boris Grebenshikov except as noted. --------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Radio Silence It suddenly feels like a new year Like I'm a million miles away from here I can see some kind of light here Although I won't name it I want to talk about the moonlight I want to talk about the wild child, you know That real wild one, dancing alone In the middle of the whirlpool Spinning tales about silence About radio silence About some kind of asylum In the middle of an empty field full of danger It's strange I don't feel like I'm a stranger I feel like I belong here I feel like I've been waiting for a long time And now I can tell you some stories Stories about the madmen Stories about the dream-child You know, that real wild one Who dances alone In the middle of the whirlpool And I can tell you about silence About radio silence About some kind of asylum In the middle of an empty field full of danger If you want it ----------------------------------------------------- @SONG: The Postcard This is a postcard Saying I'm alright in this beautiful city This is a phone call Saying, yes, I am sleeping alone here But the telephone lines are cut My hands can't hold the paper You are on my mind Nobody knows your name here Except when the moon is out And then they toss in their sleep Crying out for you to take them But me I cannot sleep, I cannot dream, My heart is shattered You are on my mind Once seven colors used to make men blind Andd now we are like birds stuck in barbed wire Precise, like sunrise A child just like any other Made of the bones of the earth Fragile and deathless Yes, I'm alright I am a church, And I'm burning down You are on my mind... -------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: The Wind Your eyes are colored like wind Wind from the northern sea A wave on the sand so clear Whoever got me that far must be laughing Alright, I can laugh as well So sweet is your touch May I never go free But I'm breaking away To return unbound And I hear the sound Behind my shoulder Like the shape of the swan, gliding And when the trees are bare There will be nowhere to return to But we stay, believing Your eyes are colored like wind Bringing incredible news I don't know if I'm ready Does it matter? Whoever cut me that deep I love you And here I stand, transfixed Listening to the sound of the wind ------------------------------------------ @SONG: The Time Sitting in a corner In my castle made of single-malt and smoke With all my friends around me And I love them 'til I choke And I watch you dance with someone Someone not even there And you're simple as in "sacrilege" And you're pure as in "prayer" Somewhere there's a point of no resistance But we make sure there's no getting there And we're beautiful when we're animals But so easily scared And I cannot even talk to you Stricken down as a hunter to its prey sliding down, downthis hill of glass again And there's nothing I can say CHORUS I guess it's just the time I guess it's just the time I guess it's just the time And I will see you when the time is over And then the northern wind calls And then curtains part And then the castle wall falls And there's an arrow in my heart There's only one way out of prison Which is to set your jailer free But then, it's just another bunch of pretty words That stand between the sailor and the seaa So forgive me, though I know you never will Battered by your pride And so I'm locked again within these castle walls And you freeze alone outside CHORUS -------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Winter Now that the summer is gone Snow's on the ground I sought and I found I know what I found is true But the bitter gray sky Fades into silence Only the fire is left And some say it's not enough To carry us through Days of apple bloom white Silver and steel Tales of webs Spun around a careless heart I dream of the snow-white seagulls Crying to show me the way But I will stay here with you And nothing will ever come To tear us apart Look into my eyes sister No harm will come to you Look into my eyes sister No harm will come to you ------------------------------------------ @SONG: That Voice Again I hear that voice again I hear that voice again Seems so simple now Now that the sky is clear Maybe the road was tough But at last we're here I've nothing to hide from you Nothing to explain Just this vision of broken wing And the raven cries in pain I hear that voice again I hear that voice again If darkness surrounds you I'll be the fire To guard your sleep If there's nothing to stand on I will lay myself beneath your feet I will show the world to you And this world will have no stain Just hold me now Hold me close Don't let me go But close your eyes And look away I hear that voice again... ------------------------------------------ @SONG: Young Lions (This song is translated from the Russian lyrics) When the city falls into dark, When the wind blows from the Neva River Catherine stands by the window Watching as the young lions go by They don't know what "Winter" means They are dancing They are free from our losses And they do not know what to do with themselves right now And they will enter when Catherine opens the door And what do young lions want? What do young lions want? When the world's getting ready to fall at their feet And they've got nothing to do right now But I won't say a word to them I won't accept the challenge Because it's not a battle Everything that we've done We still remain bright And everything that was mine Will still go to somebody else So, such is the taste of our victories Such is the green of our grass Catherine still stands by the window And down there the young lions are still marching... Young lions Young lions Young lions ----------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Fields of My Love Hello sweet victory So nice meeting you here Mmm, mmm So strange when you think about it I never did anything out of my way I just strayed... CHORUS Out in the fields of my love Out in the fields of my love Out in the fields of my love Well met and thank you I'm glad you taught me so well It was fun being around for a while So sad you have to stay here Or, can you spread out your wings and fly with me... CHORUS ------------------------------------------------------------ @SONG: Death of King Arthur (Boris Grebenshikov/Sir Thomas Malory) Of Lancelot du Lake Tell i no more But this by leave These ermytes seven. But still Kynge Arthur Lieth there, and Quene Guenever, As I you newyn. And Monkes That are right of lore Who synge with moulded stewyn Ihesu, who hath woundes sore, Grant us the blyss of Heaven. ----------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Real Slow Today This is a dangerous tale Of oxygen and flame Tale of running away Nowhere to run All I can see is you Visions of water in the desert sun Stay... CHORUS Things gonna get real slow today Things gonna get real slow today Takes one prisoner Takes one to show him the way Then comes this lesson in natural history And these ladies are laughing at me Can I join the fun? I know I'm haunted, keeps the flame bright I guess I can say I'm alright Just a burning arrow stuck in my heart Well, anyway... CHORUS And some people say that We shouldn't cross this line But there is no line Only the sky I want to see you smile Want to feel us get up and fly Shouldn't we? CHORUS -------------------------------------------------- @SONG: Mother This city is on fire tonight Sweet forest fire silent and unseen The sleepers awaken Your eyes are open I know you're smiling at me some people say you're not here anymore But your trees stand proud And laugh and let them pass So mischievous and holy And this is a question I'll never want to ask There's a moon out there and she wants to be growing There's a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea I am your child, Mother Crying to be consoled I recognize you now Do you recognize me? There's a part of me that wants to be silent Immersed in your movement Stung by your grace And here is your song, and I'll sing it I'm coming home I've never been away There's a moon out there and she wants to be growing There's a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea I am your child, Mother Crying for you to console me Now that I know you Do you recognize me? There's a moon out here and she wants to be growing There's a river down here and she wants to be free I am you child, Mother Crying to be consoled Now that I know you Recognize me! --------------------------------------------------------------------- @SONG: China (A. Vertisky/N. Gumilyov) (Translated from Russian) And then I dreamt that my heart does not ache anymore It is a small bell, hanging in yellow china On a slender pagoda it hangs and quietly chimes, Teasing flocks of cranes in the enamel sky. And modest girl in a dress of red silks with gold embroidered wasps, Flowers and dragons-her legs tucked underneath her; quietly; Without thoughts, without words; Is attentively listening to this peaceful peaceful chiming. ------------------------------------------------------------------------ DON'T BLAME ME... ------------------------------------------------------------------------ Eric Wincentsen "Greetings from the Humungous- 267@ef.gc.maricopa.edu The Lord Humungous!" 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