1. |
Ennui, Pt. 1
04:44
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alcolover, if you break my heart
I promise
promise I'll thank you every day.
there's no action in this boring plot
I think I've chosen the wrong play
I need something to shake me down
inebriation doesn't help me out now
how do I express my feelings more clearly?
I still don't know how
alcohol, if you poison my soul
I promise
promise I'll use you for my whole life
there's no action in this boring plot
I think I've chosen the wrong way
I need something to shake me down
inebriation doesn't help me out now
how do I express my feelings more clearly?
I still don't know how
I need something to shake me down
isolation doesn't help me out
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funeral-flavored cigarette in the morning
reminds me of a bad memory and also causes vomiting
brain, clear your mind
and I'll be fine
alcohol exaggerates feelings
we're not together, we're just dealing
stop making sense of these sentences
my lines are rigmarole
it's just my style
incomprehensible
I don't think that I'm in true love
I think I feel nothing at all
too ashamed of my home to let her come over
my apartment's just a hole in the wall
I don't think that I'm in true love
cause true love knows no shame
I'm ashamed I'm alone
I'm afraid of my home
my apartment's just a hole in the wall
it's just hell of a hole
we always search for new impressions
running away in different directions
sunbathing on the beach
freezebathing in Moskva
my lines are rigmarole
it's just my style
it's incomprehensible
my feet are longing for H2O
my hands can't wait to be buried in sand
I don't think that I'm in true love
I think I feel nothing at all
too ashamed of my home to let her come over
my apartment's just a hole in the wall
I don't think that I'm in true love
cause true love knows no shame
I'm afraid and I'm alone
I'm ashamed of my home
my apartment's just hell of a hole
thinking of this thing is stupid
I'm shot by drunk Cupid
now I hate our music
I hate music
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3. |
Shitfaced
03:44
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i was fired
we broke up (buddy you suck!)
i'm so tired
i've got a writer's block
oh no
i've got a writer's block
no cigarettes
my dog is dead
the left headphone doesn't work
i am deep in debts
oh no!
i am deep in debts
oh no!
i am deep in debts
пиздец!
i am deep in debts
oh no!
i am deep in debts
but some cash I kept
so let's get shitfaced
let's get shitfaced
(we've got nothing left to lose)
I'm a loser
i was hired
then we made up
(are you happy now?)
да, я очень очень рад
i am deep in love
let's get shitfaced
let's get shitfaced
(we've got nothing left to prove)
i'm a fool
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4. |
Homemade Lemonade
04:29
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«cursed was the day he had met her
and his eyes for seeing in her anything
but the cruel venus she was»
thirst torments me
my worst days are behind me
I find it harder to cut the black line
firstly cut the fruit
and then squeeze all the vitamins into the glass with ice water
am I happy now?
am I happy now?
am I really happy now?
homemade lemonade
now I feel so great
cursed was the day I had met her
and my eyes for seeing in her anything
but the cruel venus she was
burst of hurt in my heart
nursed me every morning
you know we all hate to go through a rough patch
but I feel better now
I feel better now
better than ever
homemade lemonade
why do I feel so great?
homemade lemonade
never felt so great
just all you need is to drink lemonade
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5. |
The Greatest Martyr
06:53
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what should I do to end this conversation?
I think they won't stop until I shut them up
what should I do to shut them up?
I guess I have to agree with the people's majority
should I agree and tickle their vanity?
what should I do to do what I want to do?
make the wrong choice
said my inner voice
what should I do to say what I want to say?
get away
explain to me what is self-negation
I consider it something bad and I'm worried about that
who'd be glad to go mad?
everyone says you should achieve success
and if you find yourself try something else
I'm sorry about the mess
eventually after you find yourself
you try to sell yourself
you’ll sell yourself eventually
you wanna get your products on somebody's shelf
what should I do to do what I want to do?
don't have to pay to unwind
said my mind
what should I do to say what I want to say?
get away
walk away
what should I do?
listen to your inner voice
what should I do?
nothing
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6. |
Untitled #2
05:40
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I'll turn 24 in two weeks
and why am I afraid to live?
I still worry about the future and about the aging of my brain
how to learn to exist in the present?
how to not think about anything?
how to stop counting time and just live a simple life?
I hate November
I hate November
I hate its guts
I hate November
but it doesn't hate me
I've lived through the first chapter of my life
now I often think about the afterlife
or if anything makes sense
soon we'll have to move and abandon our first language
will we miss our hometown adventures?
I'm sure yeah
it's hard to write heartwarming songs in English for Russian people
I pass my tongue through the eye of a needle
and try to break the wall down
but it's impossible
that's why we're all gonna leave our hometown
I hate relocation
I hate adaptation
with all my heart
I hate the situation we're in
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7. |
My Worst Days, Pt. 1
05:30
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for God's sake fall asleep
take these useless sleeping pills
five-storey house full of wasted creeps
feeds all the clandestine late night minimarkets in the neighborhood
it's good she finally fell asleep
now I'm gonna play the greatest martyr
as ill luck would have it, the car horn beeped
like three elephants screaming in unison with the trumpets
fat ma with her son run from the wild pa
fat ma with her son run from the wild pa
fat ma and her crippled son are on the run
fat ma and her son ain't having fun maybe
хочется спать, но спать нельзя
мне насрать, притворюсь, что сплю
хватит пить, я тебя люблю
хочется жить. и жить тоже нельзя
fat ma with her son run from the wild pa
fat ma with her son run from the wild papa
fat ma and her crippled son are on the run
ain't having fun maybe (3x)
fat ma and her crippled son ain't got no plans lately
wake me
she's alive but she's dead
it's time to hide everything
she's alright but I'm not
it's pure selfishness on both sides
fuck
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8. |
My Worst Days, Pt. 2
04:19
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come out of the shell
don't you dwell on the past
well, it's so easy to grasp at last that you lack simplicity
look what you've become
you can overcome all of your fears
put away your cigs and look out the window
it is life and it's simplicity having fun on that empty playground
simple words, simple chords
simple love, simple song, simple life
this melody sounds familiar to you
like the simplest one ever
like I could make it much better
like I stole it from whatever
kinda movie «Home Alone»
or the sweetest Wilco song
but you all don't care
you’ve got the surplus of despair
it’s simplicity you lack
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