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3rd all-nighter in 5 days
2006-12-11 06:21:18
Net result: 70-odd pages of writing.
Not all is wasted, etc. But I'm wasted, that's for sure.
That's grad school for you. One can't complain, having voluntarily chosen the fate of an isomniac by enrolling in higher-than-higher education.
I'll watch this and go sleep: http://youtube.com/watch?v=9H6x5C1ExD0
God bless Russian rock for (in large part) keeping me up for these badly-scheduled writing sessions! -
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2006-05-15 21:49:45
New video
http://www.animemusicvideos.org/members/members_videoinfo.php?v=117009
METAL!
metal? -
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2006-05-13 01:24:26
Spent the entire day editing.
New AMVs coming next week (at least one full AMV and my Telephone track, downloadable via project thread - and possibly another one or two shorts). I'm on a roll it seems.
Interestingly, I remarked to Orwell today how editing feels a lot like writing an exam for me. I'm one of those people who doesn't mind exams, but both editing and exams clearly share one characterisic for me: both require full concentration and exhaust me mentally by the time I'm done. -
Orwell has probably posted this already (DDT Lyrics)
2006-05-11 00:56:48
As promised, translated lyrics to videos I posted in General Music...
******
DDT - Rozhdennyi v SSSR (Born in the USSR)
At first it was evening
Then came I
Yesterday - words and wind
Today - into soil
In the old graveyard
Where enemies ressurected
I understood something
Getting up off the wrong foot
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey,
Born in the USSR
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey,
Born in the USSR
Not a second without a fight
Believe in death and life
Into the eyes of your dog
We're not afraid to look
Today is victory
Understand and forgive
There's nothing left for us
But we've plenty to tell
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey,
Born in the USSR
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey,
Born in the USSR
---
You - the further, the steeper
You're almost the sunset
Hello, ancient Russia!
I'm your nervous brother
What will hope return us?
What will beauty save?
Yesterday, you owned an empire
But today you're an orphan
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey,
Born in the USSR
Hey-ey-ey-ey-ey,
Born in the USSR
***
DDT - Rasstrelyali Rassvetami (Shot With The Dawns)
Shot with these dawns our memory that shuffled into fields
Walked all over water, but there is still no sight of shore
Replaced, without even looking, truth with free will
And burned out the lanterns, not knowing where the world ends
I don't sleep - my time, like a convict still scratches on paper
I'm in a stable for birds, I'm bound to the bottom by ties
In a homeless dog, you see more walking bravery
As, raising his paw, he heals the sick country
---
How much faith is in fire, how much trust there is in melting snow
How dark it is - I'm in hell, and in brother Christ's pocket
You throw flowers onto the grave, wrapping yourself in comfort
I fly, like toy soldiers, into happiness of a rotten bridge
We ate life in one hour - for dessert there will always be hunger
We threw words into rock'n'roll, like blind puppies
Early in the morning fog, the cold warmly reflects
The glitter of unneeded and now-pawned lucky horseshoes
---
I won't know how to live, if death suddenly becomes impossible
It's hard to tear out memory, like turning off rain with a song
Carefully flipping the pages names on the doors
You won't notice how onto the floor, like a leaf, will slip out the chief
I gave each and everyone a heart, but left myself nothing
Someone's stars all around, but my own crossroads are empty
Now the ball is all finished, and I tucked in the last of it
To our fans, instead of autographs, we give out crosses
A golden moon, colored with ripe, ready poison
Like a sniper behind the window, aiming at my tin chest
All the years had gone home, I watch the last one now leaving
Your eternity, I know, it will always remember - and our little bit
***
DDT - Nebo na Zemle (Heaven on Earth)
Where the darkness stands by light
Where there are unshaven minds
Believing no essence from the Testament
They follow orders that come from the jail
Carrying time on their backs,
Pouring it onto the scales
They keep clean the marble forehead
Feed the Spassky tower clock
By day they grumble under the icons,
Howl to the sky by night
Sit down in someone else's sled,
And then - to the doctors
How many rebel heads did they cut off?
Didn't sew not one back on
They rouse in song of their grandfathers' lives,
Themselves - stay dark and on the bottom
---
They keep you safe until your first death,
Beat you up until the second
All the saints have been crucified by demons
God, it seems, took a holiday
Everything off track and everything to your ass
Darkness to light - but there's no light!
The bastards led us into this trap,
And are torturing us all these years!
They searched during the day, carrying candles,
For a way to get out to a different life
There's lots of holes - so they say
But we just can't seem to jump out
Where the darkness stands by light
Where the light is always by darkness
From Soviets to the Testament,
There wander strange minds
---
With their hairy eyes,
They sew business, manufacture children
Bring out their sleds in the summer
And resemble actual people
Hey, you coughed-up, alive
Sing to me loudly under the moon
How on the barn's wide chest
I slept, happy and drunk
I dreamt of a different time
A world without stupidity and war
Beautiful naked virgins
Guys - good sober minds
Ah, good news for us has brought
The drunk angel on its wing
All of us, on a pillow with a song,
We're building a heaven on earth...
***
DDT - Belaya Noch' (White Night)
Not to live to the end,
Not to sing to the end,
This city won't let me sleep
And forget
Those dreams, whose lipstick
I haven't yet wiped off my cheek
On this white night,
Your people
Steps,like enemies
On this naked night
Your bronze speech -
A sharp sword
On this white night,
In these dark times...
---
How are you,
Behind the borderline
Where are you in the silence?
I fell ill with my soul
That had returned
To me
This white night,
Without clothes waits
And begs for love
This naked night,
I will be lost in its embrace,
Don't call me
On this white night,
In these dark times...
On this white night,
In these dark times...
On this white night...
***
DDT - Odnorazovaya Zhizn' (Non-Reusable Life)
Non-reusable life in world number 1
This city of torn veins, slaves of the command "go"
I pour out life into a non-reusable glass
Wait for the return, then lay down on a virtual couch
I was chased down by these bastards and executed by dreams
The dawn's shut windows, the borders of a checkpoint
I got to play this part, but lost my ticket
We're being killed by a game, in which there's nothing for us
Boiled earth, I met with her, I...
Mama, I don't need this!
Non-reusable life in world number 1
Where my father sent me, mama ate the orders
I raise my life, he makes me sit down
There's a hitman near my door - he also wants to eat
I'm sick of shit and hung-over athmospheres
I scream of pain and the twisted brain of social circles
Rock'n'roll and the subway wait for suicides
We were busted, where are the codes? "Zero" again
Boiled earth, I met with her, I...
Mama, I don't need this!
In the world there's a million numbers - 21st zero
In the reflection of masses - I'm a dying moth
Zero two, zero three, there at the hangout the moon is dying
Accidentally run over - too bad, she was alone her whole life
Non-reusable life in world number 1
I'm tired of surviving, wearing a mouth, eye, pelvis
I'm suffocating - don't keep quiet, where is the light of closeness?
It's watching me for thousands of years
Thousands of years
Thousands of years...
Mama, I don't need this!
I don't need this, I don't need this!
***
DDT - Ona (She)
(She)
Behind the last car's doors
(She)
The skies said goodbye to the lost man
(She)
Kissed with the summer rain's braid
(She)
Holding to the chest all that came to pass
I was unhinged by the sleepless night
I took my perspective out of the keyhole
Buried all that's black near the station
Praying for the health of my enemy
(She)
We cried a half-century before I left
(She)
All along, quietly blessed with prayers
(She)
Stitched with sorrow and patchwork
(She)
Letting drink the unearthly rhythms
I spread distance on my bread
Choked on a spring-water dream
For the road, put on new strings
And threw a fortune to the ditch
---
I have not lost my voice, my eyes are in place
I'm observing how out in the sea, a thunderstorm plays
I have not left the road, I'm alone on my way
In the sky - wings and feet, what to do?
Just keep going...
(She)
***
DDT - Krysa-Vesna (Rat-Spring)
People on trees, people in windows
People on people, behind palace gates
Dying on altars, drowning in railings
Of windows, the world is dying in windows
(The whole world, dying in windows)
First love and final betrayal
Walls swollen with cracking veins
Sun with its blade cut the aorta
For the gothic spring, raising the cohorts
To Nevsky, to Nevsky
(Cohorts to Nevsky)
To Nevsky, Senatskaya, battlefield games
The armor of greatness lies down on the shoulders
Of spring, rejoicing at its temporary skin
Bread and games of the hungry pedestrians
Pedestrians
(F’n pedestrians)
And life works in a sexual heat
Decomposing in your brain, casino, sidewalk
In cars, subway, multi-block boxes
On display screens, unwashed boats
In you and in me, in you and in me
In you and in me
(In you and in me)
Spring
Spring
Spring
Spring
(War)
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And even this monster, the weight of a tapeworm
With a pink abomination for a tail
Crawled out to the sun with its poisoned heart
Deadly saliva, crushed peppers
Through ah’s and screaming of tawdry ladies
Onto the lawn’s grass, asphalt, feet
Insane rat, insane rat
(Insane rat)
Delusional scum
Burst furuncle, unwanted relations
Jumped up, spun in a waltz
Squinting at the sky in a druidic trance
Like a schoolgirl to classes
A-a-a schoolgirl to classes
Like a schoolgirl to classes, a playful kitten
Like a swallow in a cloud of washed sheets
Like a swallow
Like a swallow in a cloud of washed sheets
Plays in the last year’s dead leaves for hours
Remaining in life like the devil with heavens
The devil with heavens
Stop screaming, people, and take off your hats
Understand that she too is God’s creature
Understand that she too is God’s creature
Understand that she too is God’s creature
God’s creature
She too, she too, she too
Spring
Spring
Spring
Spring
(Rat-war)
(Rat-war)
***
DDT - Mama, Eto Rok-n-Roll (Mama, This is Rock-n-Roll)
There were nicer times, and even more honest times
The rains and happy revolts burned out, days died without nights
There were stricter times, and even – just drink, eat and party
Fought and made drunken faces to the songs of our happy flocks
Mama this is rock’n’roll, rock is me
There were cleaner times, and even – neither “yes”, nor “no”
Rock’n’roll was born in one thousand nine and a half hundred years
Our songs – love and hunger, to our songs rose up the spring
The hammer and sickle ripped at our throats, blessed was our world with war
Mama this is rock’n’roll, rock is me
When the government lay in the street, right in front of the drunken whips
And the eagle resembled a chicken, and the country was simply noone’s
When the wind burned our hands, ripped up the history of barricades
On our love – only worn-out pants, and a fierce hungry look
Mama this is rock’n’roll, rock is me
And, putting speeches away into pockets, future – your mother!
You went up on my shoulders, and up on stage died armies
We traded wine for water, pulling bows from the ashes
For violins, which would easily die of this grief
Mama, this is rock’n’roll, rock is me...
***
DDT - Konveyer (Conveyor)
The road is moving smoothly
But I'm not driving on it
On this road, the legs are jumping
Ribs and chests of Zhiguli*
(*crappy Russian car)
I'm drilling the 103rd hole
Still got half a day to sweat
On a factory, by sample
Break I'm learning how to dance!
Break-dance! Break-break-dance!
Haha! Haha! Haaaa!
1240 holes
I have drilled during my shift
The common market's gonna choke
In the hole of our zero
I just asked from uncle Petya
Who invented this darn dance?
Injured my entire destiny
This goddamn stupid conveyor!
Break-dance! Break-break-dance!
Haha! Haha! Haaaa!
---
Master Petya quoth the answer:
"Break's devised in USA
Thus to snare the class of vagrants
Lock them in forevermore"
But we know our own laws here
And the tavern's not our trouble
This conveyor we use to raise
The productivity of labour!
***
Yuri Shevchuk - Ya Poluchil Etu Rol' (I Received This Role)
Doubts gnaw at us
I am not glad at these doubts
This disgusting weight on the chest
Shatters love
And while we sit here and suffer
Whimper beside the closed gates
Now we're being hit by whatever's at hand
In the eye, in the brow
There, the most cunning
Long ago dropped everything
Sticking quickly a soft little world
Onto the bones that their body knows
And now they laugh at us,
Sinking in stupid passions
They long care for nothing
Yours nor mine
I received this role,
I pulled the lucky ticket...
I received this role,
I pulled the lucky ticket...
We question our fathers
But it's no easier from fine speeches
We can't put together even a partial answer
From worn-out phrases
Their difficult youth
Passed very far from things
Those, that had filled us
Up to the top
And when really we want to
Yell out loudly and for long
All of our massive family
Begs us to keep quiet
And often, not believing anymore
In their worn-out ancient gods
Sons sell for drinks the awards
Of exemplary fathers
In chaos arrives
A completely lonely night
Thoughts of a third end come
And there is no more sleep
But the next evening we bring her
The one that doesn't mind
And slowly crawling off the bed
The war retreats
I received this role,
I pulled the lucky ticket...
I received this role,
I pulled the lucky ticket...
Ephemeral happiness
Filled the broadcast with honey
We praise the joys of great labour
That's completely unclear in its cause
We praise the joys of victories
For every small event - a feast
And it's better to not think
What will happen tomorrow, after it
Indifferent dreams
Saying farewell one after another
Fly away, forever abandoning
Yet another one
He lays down and rots
Something yellow pours out of his mouth -
That is only
Unused saliva
Sweetness nurtured the body
But soon the time ran out
He blindly came up to the line
Where everything's torn in an instant
And in the still eyes
Turned to the beginning of roads
Hardened and forever remained
The unborn scream
I received this role,
I pulled the lucky ticket...
I received this role,
I pulled the lucky ticket...
I received this role,
I pulled the lucky ticket...
I received this role,
I pulled the lucky ticket...
I pulled the lucky ticket...
I pulled the lucky ticket...
I pulled the lucky ticket...
***
Rock Group - Popsa
Their territory's marked, poisoned their waterhole
A full-house guaranteed for them by loyal deaf-mute crowds
They come without knocking to each house, so many you can't count
And it's simply just impossible to not eat this rubbish
They are the idols of our youth, for them they go insane
They need to have a lot of money and a lot of other shit
They're excellent artists, they're great in all ways
They must have everything in the world, except for a soul
They play $100,000 shows for themselves and for you
They bullshit to a pre-rec tape, to everyone's extasy
It's really awesome to be "popsa", but remember one thing:
An attempt to get out it will end in a jump from a window
Ooooh, popsa!
The pink jaws of a hungry dog
Ooooh, popsa!
Pink bullshit from the horns to the tail
They proudly wear the name of "Glorious Popsa"
They mimic stars well, but fight each other like dogs
Their benefactors are great, from behind their wide backs
Stick out suicides and cheap heroin
They revel in perversions and dirty underwear
They chose their queen and then sold her
Mesmerised rockers, who break out to them
Dissolve like pure spring water in a glass of vodka
Ooooh, popsa!
The pink jaws of a hungry dog
Ooooh, popsa!
Pink bullshit from the horns to the tail
---
Ooooh, popsa! -
I'm blonde
2005-11-23 00:20:43
Yea, the 2nd great revelation to come out this way since it turned out I was Russian
:roll:
Well no, not really. There was just some highlighter involved and whatnot, and I'm indeed closer to being blonde than anything else now - which doesn't bother me in the slightest. In fact, I look much more in-character and more... Russian... this way.
It's certainly a bit odd, and I'm the last person I'd expect to be messing with my appearance in this kind of fashion - but hey... if noone can deny a smooth-talking Eastern European (which had been successfully proven by virtue of my recent public-speaking endeavours, mainly in my linguistics classes) - then they're even less likely to deny a smooth-talking blonde Eastern European.
Or something.
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