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БГ. Альбом "Radio Silence" 1989 год

БГ. Альбом "Radio Silence" 1989 год 01. Radio Silence
02. The Postcard
03. The Wind
04. The Time
05. Winter
06. That Voice Again
07. Молодые львы
08. Fields Of My Life
09. Death Of King Arthur
10. Real Slow Today
11. Mother
12. Китай

Boris Grebenshikov - Vocals, Guitars
David A. Stewart - Guitars
Olle Romo - Drums, Synclavier (All Other Sounds)
Annie Lenox - Vocals (3,10,11)
Sasha Titov - Bass (3,4,8-11)
Michael Kamen - Oboe (3)
Siobhan Stewart - Back-up Vocals (4,8)
Patrick Seymour - Keyboards (4,6,8,11)
Billie McKenzie - Haunting Vocals (6)
Darryl Way - Violin (6,8)
Chucho Merchan - Bass (7)
Harry Dean Stanton - Vocals (8)
John Stewart, Kenny Smith - Back-up (8)
Ray Cooper - Percussion (8,10,11)
Derek - Megaphone (8)
Piotr Troshenkov - Drums (9)
Seva Gakkel - Vocals (9)
Andrei Romanov - Flute, Vocals (9)
Chrissie Hynde, Janice Jameson, Charlie Wilson - Vocals (10,11)
Dave Plews - Trumpets (10,11)

Recorded at The Hit Factory, New York (1-3)
Church Studios, London (2,3,6,8,10,11)
Chapel Studios, Los Angeles (3,11)
Orca Studios, Los Angeles (4,5)
Reb Bus Studios, London (7)
Le Studio, Morin Heights, Quebec (9,12)

Radio Silence (Б. Гребенщиков)

проиг: E:H:F#m:A 8p

E H F#m A
It suddenly feels like a new year
E H F#m A H
Like I'm a million miles away from here
H F#m A
I can see some kind of light here
E H F#m A
Although I won't name it
E H F#m A
I want to talk about moonlight
E H F#m A
I want to talk about the wild child,
E H F#m A
You know that real wild one,
E H F#m A
Dancing alone in the middle of the whirlpool

E H F#m A
Spinning tales about silence
E H F#m A
About radio silence
E H F#m A
About some kind of asylum
E H F#m A
In the middle of an empty field full of danger
E H F#m A
Spinning tales about silence
E H F#m A
About radio silence
E H F#m A
About some kind of asylum
E H F#m A
In the middle of an empty field full of danger

проиг: E 4p

E H F#m A
It's strange I don't feel like I'm a stranger
E H F#m A
I feel like I belong here
E H F#m A
I feel like I've been waiting for a long time
E H F#m A
And now I can tell you some stories
E H F#m A
Stories about the madmen
E H F#m A
Stories about the dream-child
E H F#m A
You know, that real wild one
E H F#m A
Who dance alone in the middle of the whirlpool

E H F#m A
Spinning tales about silence
E H F#m A
About radio silence
E H F#m A
About some kind of asylum
E H F#m A
In the middle of an empty field if you want it
E H F#m A
And I can`t give you some silence
E H F#m A
Some radio silence
E H F#m A
About some kind of asylum
E H F#m A
In the middle of an empty field if you want it

проиг: E 4p E:H:F#m:A 8p

E H F#m A
It suddenly feels like a new year
E H F#m A H
Like I'm a million miles away from here
H F#m A
I can see some kind of light here
E H F#m A
Although I won't name it
E H F#m A
I want to talk about moonlight
E H F#m A
I want to talk about the wild child,
E H F#m A
You know that real wild one,
E H F#m A
Dancing alone in the middle of the whirlpool

E H F#m A
Spinning tales about silence
E H F#m A
About radio silence
E H F#m A
About some kind of asylum
E H F#m A
In the middle of an empty field full of stranger
E H F#m A
And I can`t give you some silence
E H F#m A
And I can`t give you some radio silence
E H F#m A
And I can`t give you some kind of asylum
E H F#m A
In the middle of an empty field if you want it

проиг: E 4p E:H:F#m:A 12p...!

The Postcard (Б. Гребенщиков)

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
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
You are on my mind

Once seven colors used to make a man blind
And 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'm a church,
And I'm burning down
You are on my mind
You are on my mind
You are on my mind
You are on my mind
You are on my mind
You are on my mind
You are on my mind
You are on my mind...

The Wind (Б. Гребенщиков)

проиг: C#m|C#m|H|H 4p

E H C#m
Your eyes are colored like wind
C#m H A A
The Wind from the northern sea
G#m A G#m
A wave on the sand so clear
C#m H G#m
Whoever got me that far must be laughing
A G#m H
Alright, I can laugh as well

E H C#m
So sweet is your touch
C#m H A
May I never go free
A G#m
But I'm breaking away
A H
To return unbound
C#m H G#m A
And I hear the sound behind my shoulder
A G#m A H
Like the shape of the swan, gliding

F# Hm
And when the trees are bare
A H
There will be nowhere to return to
Db D D|Db|Db
But we stay, believing

проиг: F#|F#|Hm|Hm|A|H|Db|Db 2p H|H

E H C#m
Your eyes are colored like wind
C#m H A
Bringing incredible news
A G#m A H
I don't know if I'm ready, does it matter?
C#m H G#m A
Whoever cut me that deep I love you
A G#m G#m
And here I stand, transfixed
H C#m H
Listening to the sound of the wind
H C#m H
To the sound of the wind
H C#m H
To the sound of the wind
H C#m H
To the sound of the wind
H C#m H...!
To the sound of the wind...

The Time (Б. Гребенщиков)

проиг: A! A! 5ac#4eggf#e E!G! 3dc#hdc#hc# ) 2p

D A
Sitting in a corner
Hm F#m G
In my castle made of single-malt and smoke
D A
With all my friends around me
Hm F#m G
And I love them "till I choke
D A
And I watch you dance with someone
Hm F#m G
Someone not even there
D A
And you're simple as in sacrilege
Hm F#m G
And you are pure as in player

проиг: A! A! 5ac#4eggf#e E!G! 3dc#hdc#hc# ) 2p

D A
Somewhere there's a point of no resistance
Hm F#m G
But we make sure there's no getting there
D A
And we're beautiful when we're animals
Hm F#m G
But so easily scared
D A
And I cannot even talk to you
Hm F#m G
Stricken down as a hunter to its prey
D A
Sliding down, down this hill of glass again
Hm F#m G
And there's nothing I can say

D A Hm G! A!
I guess it's just the time
D A Hm G! A!
I guess it's just the time
D A Hm F#m
I guess it's just the time
G A
And I will see you when the time is over

проиг: A! A! 5ac#4eggf#e E!G! 3dc#hdc#hc# ) 2p

Dm C
And then the northern wind calls
Dm C
And then curtains part
Dm C
And then the castle wall falls
F G G G
And there's an arrow in my heart

D A
There's only one way out of prison
Hm F#m G
Which is to set your jailer free
D A
But then, it's just another bunch of pretty words
Hm F#m G
That stand between the sailor and the sea
D A
So forgive me, though I know you never will
Hm F#m G
Battered by your pride
D A
And so I'm locked again within these castle walls
Hm F#m G
And you freeze alone outside

D A Hm G! A!
I guess it's just the time
D A Hm G! A!
I guess it's just the time
D A Hm F#m
I guess it's just the time
G A
Will we not here

D A Hm G! A!
I guess it's just the time
D A Hm G! A!
I guess it's just the time
D A Hm F#m
I guess it's just the time
G A
And I will see you when the time is over

проиг: A! A! 5ac#4eggf#e E!G! 3dc#hdc#hc# ) 4p...!

Winter (Б. Гребенщиков)

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

That Voice Again (Б. Гребенщиков)

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
I hear that voice again
I hear that voice again
I hear that voice again...

Молодые львы (Б. Гребенщиков)

проиг: E! A! E! H!A! ) 2p E|H:A 4p

E H A A
Когда в городе станет темно,
E H A A
Когда ветер дует с Невы,
E H A A
Екатерина смотрит в окно,
E H A A
За окном идут молодые львы.
E H A A
Они не знают, что значит "зима",
E H A A
Они танцуют, они свободны от наших потерь!
A G#m A
И им нечего делать с собой сейчас,
A H
Они войдут, когда Екатерина откроет им дверь!

A H E E
А что нужно молодым львам?
A H G#m A
Что нужно молодым львам?
A
Когда весь мир готовится лечь к их ногам,
A H
И им нечего делать сейчас!

проиг: E|A|H|H 4p

E H A A
Но я не скажу им ни слова,
E H A A
Я не приму этот бой, потому что это не бой.
E H A A
Все равно, все, что сделано нами, останется светлым,
E H A H
Все равно, все, что было моим, возьмет себе кто-то другой!

проиг: E|A|H|H 4p

E H A A
Так вот вкус наших побед,
E H A A
Вот зелень нашей травы...
E H A A
Екатерина смотрит в окно,
E H A H
За окном продолжают идти

E|A|H|H E A|H
Молодые львы.
H E A|H
Молодые львы.
H E A|H|H
Молодые львы.

проиг: E|A|H|H 4p E!

Fields Of My Love (Б. Гребенщиков)

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...

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...

Out in the fields of my love
Out in the fields of my love
Out in the fields of my love

Death of King Arthur (Б. Гребенщиков / T. Malory)

проиг: Hm|F#m 4p Hm|F#m 3p Em|F#m|F#m

Hm F#m
Of Lancelot du Lake tell i no more
Hm F#m
But this by leave these ermytes seven.
Hm F#m
But still Kynge Arthur lieth there, and Quene Guenever,
Hm F#m
As I you newyn.

Hm F#m
And Monkes that are right of lore
Hm F#m
Who synge with moulded stewyn
Hm F#m
Ihesu, who hath woundes sore,
Em F#m F#m
Grant us the blyss of Heaven.

проиг: Hm|F#m 4p

Hm F#m
And Monkes that are right of lore
Hm F#m
Who synge with moulded stewyn
Hm F#m
Ihesu, who hath woundes sore,
Em F#m F#m
Grant us the blyss of Heaven.

проиг: Hm|F#m 4p Hm|F#m 3p Em|F#m!

Real Slow Today (Б. Гребенщиков)

проиг: B|Eb|B:B/A|Gm:F/A|B|Eb|F|F|F|F

Gm B Eb B B/A
This is a dangerous tale of oxygen and flame
Gm B Eb B B/A
Tale of running away nowhere to run
Gm B
All I can see is you
Gm B Eb B F
Visions of water in the desert sun stay...

B Eb B B/A Gm F9/A
Things gonna get real slow today
B Eb Dm Dm:C#m:Cm
Things gonna get real slow today
Cm B
Takes one prisoner
Cm B
Takes one to show him the way
Eb B F F
Then comes this lesson in natural history

Gm B Eb B B/A
And these ladies are laughing at me can I join the fun?
Gm B Eb B B/A
I know I'm haunted, keeps the flame bright
Gm B
I guess I can say I'm alright
Gm B Eb B F
Just a burning arrow stuck in my heart well, anyway...

B Eb B B/A Gm F9/A
Things gonna get real slow today
B Eb Dm Dm:C#m:Cm
Things gonna get real slow today
Cm B
Takes one prisoner
Cm B
Takes one to show him the way
Eb B F F
Then comes this lesson in natural history

проиг: С|C7/B|F|Ab|C|C7/B|F|Ab:B|F! B! B!

Gm B Eb B B/A
And some people say that we shouldn't cross this line
Gm B Eb B B/A
But there is no line only the sky
Gm B
I want to see you smile
Gm B Eb B F
Want to feel us get up and fly shouldn't we?

B Eb B B/A Gm F9/A
Things gonna get real slow today
B Eb Dm Dm:C#m:Cm
Things gonna get real slow today
Cm B
Takes one prisoner
Cm B
Takes one to show him the way
Eb B F F
Then comes this lesson in natural history

проиг: С|C7/B|F|Ab 5p...!

Mother (Б. Гребенщиков)

проиг: H|E:F# 4p

G#m F#
This city is on fire tonight
G#m E H F#
Sweet forest fire silent and unseen
G#m F#
The sleepers awaken
H E H F#
Your eyes are open I know you're smiling at me
G#m F#
Some people say you're not here anymore
G#m E H F#
But your trees stand proud and laugh and let them pass
G#m F#
So mischievous and holy
H E H F#
And this is a question I'll never want to ask

H F# C#m E
There's a moon out there and she wants to be growing
H F# C#m E
There's a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea
H F# G#m E
I am your child, mother crying to be consoled
H F# H E
Now that I know you do you recognize me?

проиг: H:F#|C#m:E 8p

G#m F#
There's a part of me that wants to be silent
G#m E H F#
Immersed in your movement stung by your grace
G#m F#
And here is your song, and I'll sing it
H E H F#
I'm coming home I've never been away

H F# C#m E
There's a moon out there and she wants to be growing
H F# C#m E
There's a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea
H F# G#m E
I am your child, mother crying to be consoled
H F# H E
Now that I know you do you recognize me?

H F# C#m E
There's a moon out there and she wants to be growing
H F# C#m E
There's a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea
H F# G#m E
I am your child, mother crying to be consoled
H F# H E
Now that I know you recognize me?

проиг: H:F#|C#m:E 8p H|E:F# 4p H!

Китай (А. Вертинский / Н. Гумилев)

И вот мне приснилось что сердце мое не болит
Оно колокольчик фарфоровый в желтом Китае
На пагоде пестрой висит и тихонько звенит
В эмалевом небе дразня журавлиные стаи

И кроткая девушка в платье из красных шелков
Где золотом вышиты осы, цветы и драконы
С поджатыми ножками тихо без мысли, без слов
Внимательно слушает тихие-тихие звоны

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