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Foreign Songs

by Ian Kubra

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pines pines pines golden hour`s silence clouds cloud clouds coming april shrouds and then I closed my eyes and saw a landscape lady this legendary Europe, this blooming Persephone her harvest horn of plentitude with fruits and seeds and lovers an ornament of earthly grace before she`s gone too far and then I closed my eyes and saw a modern Jane Doe she was coming across the forest road then turning into thickets her hands were weaving ceaselessly to music yet unknown the wind was blowing restlessly through rising hair and then I closed my eyes young woman with a wheathead is standing in her glory snakes whirl around her feet and she is holding easily a box with aether fire and then I noticed other hand with a pair of woven scales and thinnest vapour covering her ardent shining body a crown of stars is shimmering around her calmful hair I felt a revelation I stood there for hundred years and I remembered how it was when everything was new pines pines pines golden hour`s silence clouds clouds clouds coming autumn showers
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A prayer for the restless He rode for many hours He rode through woods and fields And then came giant cities These all consuming sprouts He`s despreately searching her house her room her bed And after night of lightnings He says in rising prayer I must go on and find you I must go on and find you Oh language of deep thickets Oh language of high noons I do adore your miracles A cure for weary wounds He rushed into the morning He thought and thought and thought And then bright silence echoed though empty endless road And then he slept exhausted And saw his sweetest dream That he was just an ocean wave And she was just a coast Oh language of the speechless Oh language of newborn Approach the secret wishes Applause the pages torn He wrote for many years He wrote through suns and moons And saw that giant cities Do not exist no more He`s desperately searching her house her room her bed And after night of moonshine he says in rising prayer I must go on and find you I must go on and find you And then language said to music And then language said to music I know how you feel darling I am felt too I know how you feel darling I am felt too
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in spring I buried my stresses under the mountain in autumn you collected them like medicines in your soft tender palms time is such time when it hides its music in gaps feedbacking frutfully at the backyards of perception in spring I wrote a thousand letters but all of them remained unsent in autumn blue postman got lost in his dreams now he calls himself king of the screens time is such time when it hides its music in gaps feedbacking fruitfully at the backyards of perception at the backyards of perception in winter I was with those who tried absorb all the darkness from outside in summer my weary sunglasses are made entirely of its light
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mum`s wearing hat dad`s wearing torn shirt rubber boots on wet grass unknown birds in the bushes chinese painting on the screen garden seems raw early song period but it`s not for sure during rain birds don`t sing during rain birds are silent the get high on its drumming they get hidden within these are times of the plague these are times of the heartswell these are times of the breathing with the blossoming land chinese painting on the wall thirty years ago earlu song period raising up the left brow during rain birds don`t sing during rain birds are silent they get high on its drumming they get hidden within thunder`s trace is like promise thunder`s trace is like day`s wing a reflection and shield beloved spirit green dressing thrill and will harbringer chinese martial arts inner alchemy practices whole doesn`t equal its parts can you remember the song? сan you remember the singer? the singer of music the singer of anything the singer of word spun the singer of light cone
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it is not an excuse to lose yourself in violent map swings nor the mourning is an excuse it lies on a ground forming a tree`s shadow alegria saudade a ship made of tree and its shadow alegria saudade from northern pines till southern palmgroves will you let my leaves run white so all these wind currents will be enough to move will be enough to move through this infinite oceanic unity through this infinite oceanic unity alegria saudade a ship made of tree and its shadow alegria saudade from eastern sun to western crosses calm down dear weight of the world ain`t enough to bear remember that softest voice crushes the heaviest wall and distance of all longing is well kept inside this red beating core alegria saudade a ship made of a tree and its shadow alegria saudade from western cape to eastern mountains and back to haven
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about

These songs happened to me in a memorable spring of 2020 when I was living for several months at my father's countryside house surrounded by pine woods. It was a special time when there was a lot of silence and nature around. Certain memories from childhood and past journeys started to haunt me. I felt very clearly that sometimes these huge time gaps like a decade might seem like a second. So what has spontaneously appeared in lyrics is this journey through the time realm and its non-linear nature.

All my earlier recordings involved either electric guitar or heavy usage of electronics. This is mostly just a voice and an acoustic guitar.

Somehow it is also a celebration of our time on earth and its beauty, its immense influence on us, even during hardest periods. We hardly know for sure - where our spiritual origin is. And perhaps we are just guests and foreigners here. So let it be also a wave of gratitude to my immediate family, my friends and my beloved for their presence around.

credits

released July 30, 2021

all music & lyrics composed and performed by Ian Kubra

recording, mixing and technical assistance by Boris Lesnoy

cover photo by Anastasia Markelova

gratitude for recording space to Maxim Ilyukhin

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