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OUTSKIRT GRAY
март 2003



Set list:

Outskirt
I am not for this
Outcast
Passion to her colors
Why are they watching?
Storming nights
Dream of wicked tongs
Gray
Can’t forgive this place
For a better tomorrow

Intro:

Программа «Outskirt Gray» несёт чёткий социально-психологический характер. Но, в отличие от дебютного альбома «The Mad», показывает жизнь не с глобальной, а с локальной, личной точки зрения. Первое стихотворение предлагает нам переместится из шумного центра мегаполиса на его окраину («Outskirt»). Там мы и знакомимся с главным героем – девятнадцатилетним молодым человеком, который не может терпеть всю серость и блеклость своей жизни в этом сером и блеклом месте. Но окраина не отпускает никого. И герой, как и почти все в этом убогом углу люди, опускается до приёма наркотиков – другого пути от одиночества и давящий атмосферы у него нет («I am not for this», «Outcast»). Но как-то вечером на улице он встречает молодую девушку – не такую, как все. Она помогает ему справиться с тягой к наркотикам и становится его единственной надеждой в жизни («Passion to her colors»). Однако окружение не даёт им покоя, с ненавистью ревностно наблюдая за их счастьем («Why are they watching?»). После того, как главный герой завязал с наркотиками, ночи стали для него тяжёлым испытанием: кошмары мучают и истощают его («Storming nights»). Его последний сон – история из средних веков, рассказывающая о несправедливо обвинённой в колдовстве и изгнанной из деревни женщине («Dream of wicked tongs»). Проснувшись утром в поту, он включает новости и узнаёт, что… его любимая была изнасилована и зверски убита этой ночью («Gray»). Месть молодого человека страшна: в агонии он убивает всех, кто попадается ему на улице в этом безликом мире («Can’t forgive this place»). После этого от полного отчаяния он кончает с собой, вкалывая себе чрезмерный объём героина («For a better tomorrow»).


"Outskirt"

Welcome to the noisy city!
Fountains, monuments so pretty!
Well… with them not all is told –
But for new, built also old.

Cities got might, beauty, fame!..
Outskirts are not the same:
All bright lights are off to dark,
Noise is gone, left yell and bark.

Lonely lantern shines area,
Here’s a special atmosphere:
Buildings of brick differ not,
All yards garbage and trash got.

Please, don’t tell ‘bout paradise,
As, seems, sun here doesn’t rise!
No strength to here your speech
In this darkness… Stop your preach!

We are others – not from Eden.
In our outskirt life’s hidden –
Every one here is like dead…
Throw away beauty from head!

Those, who moved here from the country,
Search here life, but fell here antly;
Men from center come for rest,
But this silence makes them pressed.

Thou nobody finds what wants –
Only emptiness and bonds…
Attics are full of the bugs,
In the basements youth takes drugs.

That’s inside and on the streets
Isn’t better – ask the kids:
Even playing for a while,
They can’t portray single smile.

Please, don’t tell ‘bout paradise,
As, seems, nothing’s here to rise!
No strength to here your speech…
Oh, shut up!.. You dirty leech!

We are others, not from Eden.
Life in outskirts forbidden –
Every one became a dead…
Nothing left to throw from head…

Really, man on edge can’t feel,
Even if they truly will.
Human’s mind can’t live like this…
The indifference disease!

All is def: grown-ups, youth, kids,
Even granny that dog feeds.
Dogs have also got edge marks –
Listen to their hollow barks…


"I am not for these"

I am on my own
In apartment roam –
One of hundred cells,
Which man buys and sells.

In my 19 years
No one of me cares,
I care of no one,
No friends – they have gone.

Just a single man…
Seems, suffer for ban
Not in distant rocks,
But in outskirt box.

I wanna live! Help me save my mind!
Or it’s gonna leave… Here I am like blind.
Need object in life. Help me find my path!
Help me to survive! Here I am like def.

Hollow I’m inside:
No aim, life-light,
Action interest –
Just like egg in nest,

As if I’m unborn,
A not sprouted corn…
I need to break out,
Open eyes and shout!

Needles pierce my arms,
Down my world comes –
Drugs strongly me hold.
Overcome? Not bold…

I wanna live! Help me save my mind!
Or it’s gonna leave… Here I am like blind.
Need object in life. Help me find my path!
Help me to survive! Here I am like def.

I’m in hole so deep,
That in it can rip;
It’s one more or less,
Not a human – mass.

Neither good nor bad,
May be a bit mad,
I’m not strong, not wick,
Possibly I’m sick.

Don’t know what I’m for,
Brain can’t think it more,
But one point it sees:
I am not for these!

I wanna live! Help me save my mind!
Or it’s gonna leave… Here I am like blind.
Need object in life. Help me find my path!
Help me to survive! Here I am like def.


"Outcast"

All I want is happy living…
Even this I’m not receiving,
So at least a happy death:
In drug fever meet last breath.

That is why the drugs I’m buying…
Oddly: why still not I’m dying?
Thus the doze – my only light
In this gray city’s far-side.

After same daily depressing,
When sunset is seen processing
Is the best time to pierce vein…
Piercing also always same.

No-emotion brain cells reeling,
And no one to share my feeling,
As all habitants are dust…

I am just an outcast!
In this fucked neglected place
Mental pain spreads without trace!

With each day things get more braiding,
Every color slowly fading.
All has turned to black and white,
By some pressing threads is tight.

No! These all my mind is breaking,
Everywhere is rude awakening.
Still nobody talks to me –
Can things any worse here be?!

And I’m forced to drug abusing,
Blowing over, to confusing.
Like no chance here to break loose,
I can’t help mortal abuse.

We could make if try banding…
Alas! Find no understanding –
Every heart corrodes gray rust…

I am just an outcast!
In this fucked neglected place
Mental pain spreads with out trace!


"Passion to her colors"

I saw you on the street,
On gray street of gray city.
By lantern light you have been lit…
Oh, you were so pretty!

That moment all have changed inside –
With me that happened never.
Now you my god, my divine guide…
Please, make it last forever!

You’ve turned all things into so good
And made life something special.
Oh, I’m for you all time in mood –
Attachment and strange passion!

When look at you – forget of all,
Else nothing to me matters,
And after touch my flying soul
Gets as high as you get us.

And now we are united whole,
We back up strong each other;
For you I’ll always stand as wall,
If gray men ever bother.

I promise that I always will
Be near when you calling.
For you restrain me from drug deal,
Pretend my hopes from falling.

You took me from my deepest hole,
And I am no more hollow.
Till I’m with you – again won’t fall…
Forever want you follow!


"Why are they watching?"

We are walking by the street,
Near bench we stop and sit.
You are smiling in great mood,
But not everything so good,

Cause from each side yellow eyes
Throw their angry silent cries,
Trying burn out our hearts,
Wanting break us into parts.

Why are they watching me?!
Why do they look at you?!
Hope you cannot them see…
What now we have to do?!

Gang from our neighbor yard,
Near store a smoking guard,
Even granny with her dog
Want to put love under lock.

Pairs of eyes, hundreds of them
Their hatred on us ram.
I can’t gray men understand:
Why against our shine they stand?

Why are they watching me?!
Why do they look at you?!
Hope you cannot them see…
What now we have to do?!

I see you have noticed that
Yellow-eyes-in-gray won’t let…
You say you’ll spend night alone
And refuse my taking home.

I can well you comprehend
And just softly kiss your hand.
Want more ardent passion prove,
But… they watching single move.

Why are they watching me?!
Why do they look at you?!
Hope you cannot them see…
What now we have to do?!

I come back to my gray flat,
Feel just as a hunted rat,
Want to get for coke some ice,
But in bricks I see… their eyes!


"Storming nights"

Now the 12 o’clock again here coming,
Bringing me some dreams that might be charming,
Touching me with softness of the sleeping,
Showing hidden fears that mind is keeping.

But I’m not so sure as it’s frightening,
For all my dream visions strike as lightning.
When through all my thoughts my mind is roaming,
Sometimes it may get so heavy storming.

Here comes storm in my mind!
How can ever way I find?
In the morning may get sick –
Against storm my mind is wick.

I’m afraid of everything, dreams can bring…
Nightmares could well go in a non-stop ring,
And if brain gets nightly much too loaded
It will turn into a hard corroded.

So it’s 12 when used to take the “sky dust” –
Second doze stops feeling of the outcast.
I can’t help drugs, can’t do with them nothing,
Thus I fall in sleep smiling and laughing…

Here comes storm in my mind!
How can ever way I find?
In the morning may get sick –
Against storm my mind is wick.

But I’ve promised you to stop drugs taking,
That is why I lately spend night shaking,
As without boost nightmares more awesome –
It gets harder to awake and cross ‘em.

Sleep is awful after I cropped dozes,
But for this from gray start growing roses –
Roses that you brought into my life…
Thus I start to feel that I’m alive!

Here comes storm in my mind!
How can ever way I find?
In the morning may get sick –
Against storm my mind is wick.

It gets harder more and more!
Storm is knocking in front door!
It is wind, thunder and rain,
Making of me an insane!

But at last I open eyes –
Out of window it’s sunrise.
That is what through storm I’ve seen –
What could that dream now mean?


"Dream of wicked tongues"

“Bitch! Bitch!”
“Get lost, witch!”

These are cries that she has heard
On her running from deep fiord.
She was going to nowhere,
To the place that man don’t dare.

Lady sent out from her home
To forever be alone.
Her strange knowledge of some magic
Made existence be so tragic.

“Bitch! Bitch!”
“Shut your speech!”

Even word she couldn’t say,
And her closest friends betray.
Every one was screaming loud:
“Back to village not aloud!”

Just of healing neighbor well,
Citizens decided: “Spell!
No demon will live here!
Go away, witch! Disappear!”

“Bitch! Bitch!”
“Get lost, witch!”

Echo clutched men’s ugly voice
To live her there no choice:
Run that high as she just could,
To the highest mountain wood.

But she stumbled and wringed neck;
All have thought, she’s gone to heck,
But her clean and slandered mind
Pease in Eden is to find.

“Bitch! Bitch!”
“Yea! In hell will burn that leech!”


"Gray"

Back to morning... Woke in sweat.
Cannot make it out if bad.
Fucking nightmares! Shit! Once more…
Why I’m seeing them? What for?

For example, what this meant?
I just can’t it understand.
Hidden sense? I need prompt card –
For my brain this is too hard…

Everything is aching… Hurt!
What makes of me outskirt?!
The remote – where could it be?
Want to see news on TV.

Yea, I found it. Very good!
Now I need to find some food.
An announcer in the box –
What will say that old sly fox?

“…now we back to news of city.
Little lady found dead, pity.
She was raped before her death.
No one knows who’s she crossed path.

16 wounds have stopped her life.
They were made by blade or knife.
Here is the photo of young miss –
If you know her, call us, please.”

No! This must be a mistake!
Always something wrong they make…
Why? Why she? This cannot be!
Ain’t her photo that I see!!!


"Can’t forgive this place"

Can’t forgive this place!
Such a huge disgrace!
What they doing these all for?

Everything I’ve lost,
One I have loved most…
I can’t tolerate this more!

All of you will pay,
People of the gray!
Will not hold me any law!

You have driven me
To the cruelty…
I will smear on walls your gore!

You will come through rack!
You will suffer heck!
Till the last of you will fall…
I’ll get you all!

Here me, outskirt gray!
Down on knees and pray!
Want a miserable cry!

Look, I come for you,
There aren’t chosen few –
Everyone is gonna die!

To zero decrease
Awful gray disease…
Is it sweet in grave to lie?!

This is not a dream –
Here the first to scream…
You in hell gonna to fry!

You will come through rack!
You will suffer heck!
Till the last of you will fall…
I’ll get you all!

What is then I do not know…
"For a better tomorrow"

Tired I stroll silent night through this street,
Trying recall, how each other we fit.
And down I’m going, I’m falling on ground…
In front of my eyes all starts spinning around…

I look at red liquid that covers my hand…
Forgive me! I’m sorry! I couldn’t prevent…
I took the revenge! I vanished them… Late!
Your image in my eyes is starting to fade…

The sky up my head becomes blacker than black!
It’s just pain and grief and there is no way back…
I’m so deeply lonely, enormous my sorrow!
Is there any hope? For a better tomorrow…

The feeling of syringe in my hand makes wick,
I’m pushing it on, I prick and I prick…
Right all that I’ve got… That is last for my life.
Seems, overdosed it 4 times, may be five…

My legs and my arms keep growing numb fast…
If born as a freak you will die… outcast!
The last that I see in my life of gray heck
Is not dark gray asphalt, but sky… thank you, black!

My heart beats twice slow, it’s going to crack!
I’m clutching night air, I feel its huge lack…
My sweet one, remember, I promised to follow!..
They spelt blood on hope for a better tomorrow…

Poems, texts, conception, design and arrangements were created by Fjodor Chrome and are his own property.
The original copyrights on every poem and on the whole «Outskirt Gray» project are internationally registered.
Unauthorized copying or other copyright infringements are strictly prohibited and illegal!

(c) By Fjodor Chrome in 2003.
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