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Сахарная Голова

by Zimne

Understatement and an introspective minimalism both run through the trip-hop catalog of Siberian duo Zimne in Novosibirsk. Together, Anton Kremarenko and vocalist Natasha Shilova continue to nurture their restrained aesthetic in a frozen location.
Genre: Electronic: Trip Hop
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3. Секвойи
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4. Родина слонов (feat. The Owl)
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5. Море (feat. Hale De Mars)
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6. Адель (feat. Птицами)
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8. Нимб
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ABOUT THIS ALBUM


Album Notes
"Our work differs from British trip-hop in that we draw upon Russian traditions within literature, cinema, and the visual arts. We were raised on that heritage, just as the British mentality will be formed in its own way. In goes without saying that we work with a classic British sound, but given our own unique combinations, what results is our trip-hop!"

The core difference is lyrical. "Our main literary influences come from the Silver Age of Russian poetry. We means people such as Marina Tsvetaeva, Vladimir Mayakovsky, and [later, kindred spirits] like Bella Akhmadulina."

"When it comes to the future of Zimne, we merely hope to remain inspired - and therefore write additional music." The most basic goal of all stays both simple and elusive: "To live with purpose."

Despite the isolation of Novosibirsk, that purpose is manifest. According to a happy irony, the real-world difficulties of an isolated locale actually allow for greater peace, quiet, and self-awareness. A minimalist aesthetic reflects not only a bleak location, but also a satisfaction born of very little indeed.

MAYFLY

My quiet nerve
And insect fear.
Fly over here:
Declare yourself.

An afternoon––all’s well (so far).
We’ll falter and put out the stars.

Poetry changes
An impossible act,
Shine into me.
Destroy my day.

But then… and all’s well (so far)
We will tumble and put out the stars.

BEING

Every single atom
Is guilty of chasing
The quarks in the park
And feeling the joy.

We tangled amid the stars
And fell through outer space.
We swam through windows,
Both drunken and soaked.

I only want to consist of you
And of novel emotions.
I only want to consist of you
And radiate.

We love at nighttime
To think of the past.
It makes us happier
In different universes.

I only want to consist of you
And of novel emotions.
I only want to consist of you
And radiate.



SEQUOIAS

To collapse
Amid concrete
Above sequoias.
To lose the moon
And explode.

To collapse
Within nothing,
Towards your hands.
To kiss the moon
And explode.


HOME OF MAMMOTHS (with The Owl)

The sun will scorch my dresses.
Africa––awake
And touch me from afar.

The waters will open their arms.
You are, Far East,
My newest joy of al!

Your quiet speech is dear to me––
The home of all my mammoths.


THE SEA (with Hale De Mars)

Poems.
The poems within me
Have fallen around me.
They’ve fallen quiet.

Dream lie.
They anger the smoke
Of a gesture, of a stony gaze.
And rightly so.

Come swim
In my nocturnal sea.
Noiseless ice floes
Plow onwards, across it.

Let me sleep; brace my shoulders.
You know I have nothing…

I will die.
Falling into your rivers.
Like snow drunken lips
Into your rivers.
Let me sleep.
I’m your tenderness––after winter.
I remember your healing power.

ADELE (with Ptistami)

Black stains turn red.
Adele doesn’t kiss lips.
But a swing bears
Her deep
Inside filthy hotels.
I found several
Dead bees inside
My jacket pocket.
Sorry, let’s just
Talk about it.
Hiding in a glass
Under a dome of
Cheap Soviet lamps.
Ladies’ men sample
Her honestly
Exhausted body.
A crucifix bumps
Against her
Collarbone and shoulders.
I remember you
As a tiny girl
In a plaid dress.
Leap into a dog;
Vanish for a year.
We wanted to
Wake up as children.
But the world shrank
To the size of our gait.
The ridges
And smoothness
Of bloodied eyebrows.
I will love with the
Earnest, childish
Love
Of a freshman.
I will kiss
All the scratches
And bruises.
Adele smiles.
A wide-eyed gaze
Falls to the floor.
I ask “the moment
To tarry!”
Adele smiles
But a swing bears her
Down.
Away from
The squares
Away from whatever
Hurts.
Away from whatever
I said to her a boy.
Away from the songs
Sung on a seaside
Cliff.
Then I understood:
It will all pass.
It will all lose
Any meaning.
We will say: “Renounce it!”
We’ll stop
Heeding our heart.
The petals
Of yellow cherries
Will nourish
The earth.
The arch of your lips will crack.
Their filigree will be torn apart.
And then I understood;
It will all pass.
But I’ll tell nobody.
I’ll soak in a bath
And was off the filth.
Adele opens
The curtains.
She lets in
The vultures
And thieves
Through the windows
Like a kitchen
Knife.
I remember you
As a little girl.
I recall how
You loved
Ice cream.

Ships sink in your eyes –
If only I could.
Ships sink in your eyes –
If only I could…


THE ROOM

The winds made a room begin
To moan and rumble (too much).
You believe that? I’ve a rumpled
New world within me.

The swollen streets slowly
Melt with the spring.
But I won’t go––it’s too windy.
Stay with me.

How many people really
Stared deep inside you?
How many are like me––
So quiet, oh so quiet?

Slowed by the clocks,
Your slumber in bed.
I know… Come to me.
Wildly to me.

Loose the strings inside my head;
Leave my cheeks and eyebrows
Unscathed.
Loose the knots in my head.
And then upstairs,
In love’s name.



HALO

Toss me
My hollow halo
And I’ll drown it
In an icy abyss.
That’s all I want.

Come drink and dance,
Come drink and dance with me…

In the night
We feared bombs on the wing.
We flew
My love.
That’s all I want.

Come drink and dance,
Come drink and dance with me…


TRIP (with Andrey Khrapov)

I will steal your November away
In the smoke of a simmering state
If what you want most
Is to hide from the winter,
I fell towards the Pleiades
Weightless and flightless.
You’re within me
You’re my trip.

My life always consisted
Of building your hell.
If what you want most
Is to never wake up.
Flow slowly inside
My symmetrical worlds.
You’re within me
You’re my trip.


GIANT

Every
One
Aims
Higher than the rest.
Every
Third giant
Anxiously
Loves others,
But I…

I will come
If you keep burning
Like a distant, fading giant.
Until I’m old and grey
I hope to bear my lonely
Body to the clouds.
I will adore
A new sun
Within a new you.

Tomorrow
Will be
A new,
But broken day.
Tomorrow
Is a new reason
To live
In the dark,
But I…

I will come
If you keep burning
Like a distant, fading giant.
Until I’m old and grey
I hope to bear my lonely
Body to the clouds.
I will adore
A new sun
Within a new you.

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