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Tired Of Tomorrow's You

by Yotsuya Kaidan

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1.
Сцепив зубы, лишаем зубов. Сплевывая сгустки крови на землю. Валяясь в пыли. Это для тебя. Это все тебе. Насмешливый взгляд мы ловим в толпе. Это для тебя. Это все тебе. На школьном дворе, превращаясь в гиен. Размытые силуэты танцуют танец войны для тебя. Я помню эти времена. На заднем дворе старшей школы. Я помню эти времена. Цветы заляпаны кровью. Я помню эти времена. Как бы не выплюнуть зуб? Редукционизм о падении зиккурата навряд ли приведет нас к мелкой трещине. Скорее фундамент прогнил и превратился в пыль, как и мои чувства к тебе. Без следа - исчезли напрочь. Битвы за тебя - так привычно. Мы были юные и смелые. Сколько камней ударялось о гладь твоего безразличия? Это не тебе… Это нашей вечной юности. Showing his teeth; knock out the teeth. Spitting blood on the ground, lying in the dust. All of this for you, it's all for you. I catch your quizzical look in the crowd. All of this for you, it's all for you. Turning into hyenas in the schoolyard. Blurred silhouettes dance the war dance for you. I remember those days. In the yard of the High School. I remember those days. Flowers spattered with blood. I remember those days. Trying not to lose a tooth Reductionism of the fall of Ziggurat revealed foundations not only cracked, but rotten and turned to dust. Much like my feelings for you. Gone completely, without a trace. Battle for you. As per usual. We were young and bold. How many stones hit the surface of your indifference? It's not for you... It for our eternal youth.
2.
Сквозь проспект в черный дом. Там где ты - черно даже днем. Очередной променаж из сегодня в завтра. Снова стираются кеды о чешую асфальта. Потерянный в лабиринтах притворно уютных домов. Приторный диалог, ни с кем, ни о чем. Понимаю, что проебываю молодость в зазеркалье перевернутом вниз головой. Среди вечного холода красивой гавани. Без надежды, без работы. Сбитый с пути. Слюна между наших губ. Без этого я холодный труп. Просто утонуть в океане твоих волос. Мягких светлых волос. Просто позволь вдохнуть этот запах еще хоть раз. Дай мне прильнуть к твоему лбу. Между пальцев скользит идеальная гладь волос. Светлых твоих волос. Вдохнуть бы твой запах еще хоть раз. Through the house's black avenues. Where your blackness eats everything even during the day. Another promenade from today to tomorrow. Again shoes eroded by scaly asphalt. Lost in the maze of falsely cozy homes. Сloying dialogue, with anyone about nothing. I understand that my youth is fucking gone. Through the looking glass upside down. Among the eternal coldness of the beautiful harbor. Without hope. Without work. And led astray. Drool between our lips. Oh, without it I am a cold corpse. Just drown in the ocean of your hair. Soft blonde hair. Let me breathe that smell once more. Let me caress your forehead. Between fingers glides perfect hair. Your blonde hair. Breathe that smell once more.
3.
Горло рвется, но это пройдет. Сквозь бесконечную боль, рот дарит тебе глоток свободы, дарит чертеж надежды. Тонкий намек на то, что мы возможно спасемся. Я и ты вымираем - тасманские тигры. Мне срочно нужно взять тебя - тасманские тигры. Пасти мелькают сродни черных дыр. Это наша пляска во имя революции. Догорают фонари. Твой привкус во рту и мокрый снег под ногами превращается в грязь. Эта свобода - наша ловушка. Падает идол - давит меня. Torn throat, but it will pass. Through endless pain your mouth draws breath of freedom, of hope. A subtle hint that we may be saved. You and I are dying - tasmanian tigers. I urgently need to take you - tasmanian tigers. Jaws twinkle like black holes. This is our dance for the sake of the revolution... After the lights were extinguished. Your taste in my mouth; wet snow turns to mud underfoot. This freedom is our trap. Falling idol crushes me.
4.
Я - Стормо. Ты - Голиада. Ты сущий хаос, а я ,как всегда, сгорблен, зажат в углу. Но сегодня я дам отпор. -Знаешь что? Нам пора… Слезы. В истерике душишь меня. -Знаешь что? Нам пора… Потекшая тушь, царапины на щеках. -Все кончено! Не будь дурой! Твоя обнаженная грудь и спорить тут трудно. И вновь мы сплетаем ноги в узлы и стонем средь простыней. Глаза это свет черной звезды. Холод, который разрушит мосты. Фотоальбом, где ты засушила цветы, красиво горел. Мне не нужна ты. Нигде. Ожог на руке ноет и нарывает. Где же твои холодные губы? Я прогоняю тебя. Нарциссизм. Психопатия. Сталь внутри. Нас тянет к красивой оболочке, пустой внутри. -Да, я с тобой. Я рядом. Сталь внутри Прижимает к холодной кирпичной стене. Да, фонари догорают вновь, так же как и моя любовь, так же как и то, что ты зовешь "любовь". Стормо и Голиада I ам Stormo. You are Goliad. You are sheer chaos and I am hunched in the corner, as always. But today I will fight back -You know? It is time... But the answer is just tears; you smothering me in a hysterical attack . -You know? It is time... Creek ink, scratches on my cheeks. -Everything is over! Do not be silly! Your chest naked, it is hard to argue. Once again, we weave legs in knots and moan among bedsheets. Your eyes - the light of the Black Star. The coldness that destroyed bridges. Your photo album of dried flowers beautifully burned... I don't need you anywhere. The burn on my arm aches and throbs. Where are your cold lips? I cast you away .. Narcissism. Psychopathy. Machiavellianism. Steel. Steel inside… We were drawn to the beautiful shell empty inside. Steel inside. -Yes. I'm with you. I'm near. Steel within is pressed against the cold brick wall, steel inside. "Yes, the lights burn out again, just like my love; just like your idea of "love" Stormo and Goliad.

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7" vinyls are available through our labels:
Samegrey
Dingleberry
Zegema Beach Records
Rubaiyat Records
Lifeisafunnything
Upwind Productions
Unlock Yourself
TRVS Records
Winter Sea

All songs were written by Yotsuya Kaidan at abandoned shoe factory from the period of fall 2014 to summer 2015. Recorded in a few cold and rainy days of October and November 2015 in SPK music studio, Odessa, Ukraine. Mixed and mastered in December 2015 by Will Killingsworth at Dead Air Studios, Amherst, Massachusetts, USA.
Artwork by Empty House.
Recordings produced by Samegrey Records & Yotsuya Kaidan.
On these recordings, Yotsuya Kaidan is:
Valik Сrybaby - vocals and lyrics
Artem Shiva - guitars and background vocals
Valik Glorious - drums
Artem Salmon - bass

This record is dedicated for all who broke our hearts, and the cat who tragically died under the wheels of the car that was carrying all the stuff we needed to record this EP to the studio. We sincerely believe that our shitty songs are not worth your street life. In the name of your memory, we tried to make this record as good as possible.

We would like to say thank you to:
Those who believed in our band and supported us during our 2 year silent existence, especially Artem Lebedev for his dedication, friendship and kind words that helped us in difficult times. To Will, for his work on the opposite end of the world, as well as for his patience and for his understanding of our desires and vision for the final result. To all organizers, who allowed us to play shows, and all the bands who we had the chance to share the same scene with. To Artem "Empty House" for the excellent visual part of this record. To Christina Ika for the inspiration to write the lyrics and to Natty for helping with the literary translation of it.
And of course to both Andrews, Marcus, David, Fionn, Tim, Ivan and Andrea for their help in releasing this record.

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released April 9, 2016

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