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Self talk

by Boris Yermolovich

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credo 05:29
Credo When emptiness lives in my heart, my gladness leaved me and soul hardened It's something like much heavy burden And I'm to blame for this in part I'm not a thinker, not a sage i'm trying to find destination of my annoying, cloying questions which bothers from an early age What is my purpose, what is my vocation Where can I find it I want to find out What is my salvation There's no explanation It's naive, but this is what i think about I'm too concrete without imagination It's not a shame, but also is not proud I am very bored because I am not gullible and simple-hearted It doesn't make me any smarter or make me cheerful by a gram There are predictable life's plots, where common things happen as usual All of that leads to the conclusion: my sarcasm's reasons are a lot Causticity and bite is my old credo, but I'm not very happy about that Only griefs come from it And this fact does not treat Why do i have to wear this heavy hat So if I talk to someone about something, then people see it, trying to complete It's not too easy to have many fellows and get delight from many little things if person's temper is not very mellow and who has winter in his soul, not spring But it's so funny to suspect a cunning in human actions, sitting watching them When it's confirmed, I'm satisfied and running So that is a big problem, that's it's stem
2.
demarche 03:57
Demarche I am not too enterprising I am not enough tranquil I'm too bad and you despise me You think so and give me feel It's so hard to please your whimseys it is not an easy task And I don't want it ,I take off my mask I am not too nimble for you Or too fidgety some time But in truth I was much loyal and I'm tired to be so kind when you're whispering your curses or start screaming in my side I listened it , but didn't not replied Well, you thought I would not dare to do it I dont want to do tragical show so my speech will be little and fluent Go to hell, my dear lady, go! You did not expect riot so massive I don't want to endure, I'm free Any judge would say claims are excessive even to somebody like me And I don't regret at all But my message is too small So you should have heard this words much sooner And despite your unkind look, which I am not afraid, I've shook I have shook you, cause it was not humor
3.
Form and content One day feral people wanted to create their own state It's so good when you are bonded Bonded by what you create Liberal ideas do not always lead to good results Sometimes truth richer than you thought And then people feel insults Refren Efforts always are in vain No matter what form, if the wish to trick remains and does soul much warm Tricked will also want to trick and will do it soon Everyone will got a kick, it can't be called boon Other time they tried to do more stronger state, than was maked then So what happened? Clear humour Legal looting, fail again It's unpleasant, when the power Takes the last from you and him The law makes it state's, not ours, playing the national hymn People are unfair not seldom and respect traditions And their thoughts and plans are very clear But when unexpected bads come They have much suspicions that it's guilt of foes and they are near
4.
Revolutionary song Raise your banners and put on your weapons When you go from your cozy home Aggrieved will not sit still for a second Threat does not work in any form This is not a patriotic impulse and non-material gain at all Motives and reasons are very simple They have dignity, so they'll brawl There are much indignant faces Rage of gentlemen is most dire Power, hands off from personal spaces, if you don't want to die in the fire History repeats as always But authority has short mind If the power wants to stay in its place it should not be blind The power's functions are not hard and shouldn't be too many, but it so wants to complicate and do them more than big and No one needs it , but it does it to take the last penny and takes from people freedom's swig, but any bullying has a limit People do not want to be slaves and can become authentic braves, turning into them in a minute Long live not almighty gods, long live not a nations, Not a leader, who is dead or not, still alive Let us sing lauditive odes To brave populations Freedom waits for them ahead Surely they will thrive It would be stupid to exchange one dastard for another If he was not it , he will be. Control is a disease It strikes the mind and strike the hearts and makes you scoundrel rather But many want at least a piece somebody ready to sell mother So do we need it in some form, to think that bullying is a norm Or in the end to stop to suffer
5.
her face 04:13
Her face I remember her eyes I remember place, time before the sunrise but just not her face Then I made a promise that I don't forget It's just a memory, it's not regret I don't recall her face to this day yet I remember her voice I remember name Then we made our choice Without mutual claims There was a good weather, the middle of may The dog was barking when I went away I don't recall her close face from that day So what an intrusive thought Her forgotten face left pervasive trace it's not excuse I sought it's not excuse I sought I don't feel that it was something like disgrace I Recall Her Face ,I do it during life's road I do not remember it so why should I be so worried Enough search her image in Depth of my mind's space But stilI I have to admit, it's so sad and tragic story, when I so miss her forgotten face
6.
Battle with the shadow Darkness came to us, knocking to our home, killing all and thus, spawns a black death zone sows lies all the time on destructive way leaving behind crimes driving life away But who will be the preservationist, chasing away a fearsome foe What hero will be able to resist, who dares to make the darkness go Our enemy is strong and cunning, but it should get what it deserves soon Darkness must go out and will be sunny Night will change to sunny afternoon There is no one to protect us, quite In this case, we have no other choice. We will fight with dark and fearful giant, we already hear the freedom's voice We fought night and day sparing no ourselves Foe is gone away, gloom does not disperse It turns out that we not reached our goals Actually we see Shadow from our souls
7.
Give alms musician It is eve of the new year, White snow gently falls Old man stands, dressed in a shabby jacket He holds violin with care, playing near the wall He plays well ,so give him something, back it Fun around is roaring, everyone's not boring, songs sung by the choiring. Рeople celebrate Bright lights in the city, sounds of funny ditties Children's lough is pretty. Holliday is great But if you pass by him away, give alms him in this festive day, he plays so well and he deserved it Although he's poor, he's music man of highest skill, so be his fan Well if so, then show that you love it He has antique repertoire and thanks to that he's a beggar, but dedicated music, good guy perhaps in his posthumous feast will sound bye great violinist, reward awaits you in the next time
8.
self talk 04:50
Self talk Ah, I ask, don't disturb me, don't bother me with your pathetic speech Ah, I ask you ,delive me from your periodical,repeating keech Why do not you calm down? Don't be like a child Please change your demeanor for a new serious style Where is your discretion You are not bufoon But you can turn into it very soon Hey, please wait where are you go I didn't mean to offend you, believe Hey, you're strange man, don't you know Say to yourself it ,but just don't deceive What the foolly antics? Why these childish quirks? Do not think that songs you write are really high artworks I can tell you honestly Be like everyone Cause everything you do is not so fun Don't give up on your calling,my friend, be yourself, be free and don't pretend You will show them all what can you do, then you will be real, that is true Don't be superstitious, do your thing and don't be sad, doing what you love will make you very glad Catch your inspiration, do not listen to someone Later they will see results of done You can be who you are now, it's the right way to be happy, you will tire from pretending, it can happen snappy Let that thought visit your mind, fate will thank one day or other You will feel yourself more better listen, do it rather
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Music is eternal When my sadness comes,I see everything in gloomy colours. Everybody can agree, it's enough unpleasant feel But I know, what makes me free, piano playing helps not suffer. Music is a guarantee, that my mood will be much funner Colored paints appear right then I feel something like the sunrise, and light hope comes to me, when when i play amazing notes I begin to live again, insecurities and doubt dies Tune is good, where is my pen Work with music is a big prize Some things come, another go Day by day, life's flow is normal Life has an end, but I know inspired music is eternal Some creations are so close For my soul, my spirit's rising I take my hat off to those who have something to surprise me But sometimes I do not see, where are you, lost fantasy I express myself thanks to your grace I fly in your space You will come to me, I know Coming can be fast or slow Give me please at last some sign and make my happy time Touch the strings of feeling heart It is waiting for your start I will be happy and free When you come to me

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released June 3, 2015

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Boris Yermolovich Kyiv, Ukraine

Singer-songwriter.
All music by Boris Yermolovich. There are English and Russian versions of some albums.Some of the songs released in Ukrainian.

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