CD, ltd. 509, Aquarellist (aquarel 02-05), 2006
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12 untitled tracks. |
And splinters of glass
Have got stuck in the air
Like the leaves
Which have not been picked up by the wind
Suddenly - a ring...
Human life
In the same way breaks.
I am tarragon,
Bitterness on my lips,
Bitterness in my words,
I am tarragon...
Above the steppe - a sigh
By a wind it is surrounded
The stalk is thin and small,
It's broken...
The pain bears a
Bitter tear.
Onto the ground it will fall
I am tarragon..
"Surreal crooked ambient filled with sonic associations with a phenomenon of soul serving as a conductor from the outer spheres and destroying earthly existence".
Recorded using: Tesla LF generator, vinyl record "Nika Turbina reads her poems" (Melodiya, 1982), sandpaper, toy instruments, old records, metal objects, plug-ins.
Musician: Igor Potsukailo.
Dedicated to Nika Turbina (http://turbina.felodese.org).
Artwork by Yuri Elik.
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