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В продолжение о 386DX

| Январь 22nd, 2008

  • 386 DX in 2001 (10.3 Mb)
  • 386 DX in the 90’s (8.5 Mb)

    Real Audio:

  • Black Dog
  • California Dreaming
  • House of the Rising Sun
  • Light My Fire
  • Purple Haze
  • Smells Like Teen Spirit
  • Пригородный блюз
  • Серый голубь

    Mp3:

  • California Dreaming
  • Enter Sandman
  • Smells Like Teen Spirit
  • Rape Me
  • Все идет по плану
  • Группа крови
  • Солнечный остров
  • ——>>> Еще

    Real Video: 

  • California Dreaming
  • My Generation

    Live from Paradiso by www.feigl.com

    —-> Many pictures
    from
    Amsterdam concert

    by ZONE

    Texts, reviews:

  • G.H. Hovagimyan
  • Armin Medosch / Telepolis (in German)
  • Josephine Bosma
  • Frederic Madre
  • David J Opdyke / Spiderbytes
  • Noel Morrison / Epitonic
  • -Freq1C-
  • Ampersand Etc.
  • Андрей Горохов / Deutsche Welle (in Russian)
  • Макс Волков. Интервью с А. Шульгиным (in Russian)
  • Кейко Судзуки (in Russian)
  • Е. Шарофиева. Интервью с А. Шульгиным(in Russian)
  • Вилли П.: СКИФ (in Russian) 
  • Igun Shakor (in Russian)
  • 386DX — cyberpunk-rock group

    | Январь 22nd, 2008

    386 DX. Легенда русского рока
    Easylife Records / Контркультура, 2002
    Диск
    Этот диск вышел как бесплатное приложение к журналу Контркультура №5

    1 интро mp3  
    2 кто виноват mp3  
    3 мусорный ветер mp3  
    4 пригородный блюз mp3  
    5 верю я mp3  
    6 иду-курю mp3  
    7 под небом голубым mp3  
    8 все идет по плану mp3  
    9 солнечный остров mp3  
    10 группа крови mp3  
    11 я хочу быть с тобой mp3  
    12 серый голубь mp3  
    13 рок-н-ролл мертв mp3  
    14 последняя осень mp3  

    Denergized lyrics

    | Май 2nd, 2007

    [404]four hundred and four —
    bloody numbers in the night
    i need you no more
    ’cause i’m not able to fight
    your final surprise
    on the edge of my way
    the monochrome eyes
    of your pornography
    scan dead FM waves —
    full of passion and fear
    for nightcity maze
    and for girl that was near
    like bitmap image
    she smiled always to you
    someone opened her cage —
    and dreams never come true…

    * * *

    my unreachable girl
    forget that numbers can lie
    ’cause when my time is gone
    you won’t hear my goodbye
    nameless lost grave —
    heart is idling no more
    disconnected as slave
    and four hundred and four-
    stigmatized on your back
    like reset karma tattoo
    your tears became noisy-black
    and i’ll never find you
    unauthorized access —
    absence without leave
    thoughts in a mess…
    i think, i have to go heave…

    * * *

    four hundred and four
    not found alive

    four hundred and four
    no chance to survive

    four hundred and four
    you’re lost in hell

    four hundred and four
    say me farewell…
    [navigated]

    navigate around bloody concrete
    ambulance car has come too late
    suicide rush, fairway lost
    save this checkpoint at any cost

    acceleration of gravity drive
    moth-eaten wetware is no more alive
    crash landing in the TV screen —
    running broad jump from window sill

    ambulance sirens or i am asleep
    see you tomorrow in morgue… on your lips
    i’ll be a tear of cold autumn rain
    serial number is now my name

    * * *

    see you tomorrow — in twilight of morgue
    obituary notice is my error log
    see you tomorrow — in spring of my years
    and then — try to forget my cadaver face…

    see you tomorrow — in twilight of morgue
    obituary notice is my epilogue
    see you tomorrow — in corporate grave
    beyond soundtrack of dead radio wave…
    [karma]

    i read your blogs but can’t recall you
    observed your eyes in bustling street
    we hear each other in the dernier cry
    your catwalk is too far from me
    this avenue retains your light step
    these slums remember my decay
    who clipped your wings, who made my life a misery?
    whose number blinks on call display?
    i was a hero, now I’m a traitor
    you were a drop in sullen rain
    i was a tick in capital sentence
    without chance to catch your train…

    now we operate other bodies
    you’ll never recognize my face
    i’ll never catch you in the crowd
    another blood in our veins
    transfers again forbidden pleasure
    is boiling when we sleep alone
    another dream that we are watching
    helps to forget ancestral home
    you were a slave, now you’re the master
    i was a victim and I am
    you rush for airplane in Berlin
    my corpse got cold in midnight tram…
    [after tommorrow]

    red line — fairway on your hand
    coordinates of coming end
    breaking news — and you silent smile
    and your bleeding heart is no more mine
    endless rain as the end of your story
    system files are now for read only
    neuro engines are damaged
    soul has left it’s body cage

    * * *

    how can i clone your flesh?
    and download your soul from hell?
    or better i’ll kill myself…
    or better i’ll kill myself again…

    * * *

    chrome dust on cadaver fingers
    last corridor to the opened window
    i’ll be waiting there for you —
    let’s enjoy the dark side of the moon
    red line — fairway on our bed
    coordinates of of coming end
    breaking news — and you silent smile
    and your bleeding heart is no more mine

    * * *

    how can i clone your flesh?
    and download your soul from hell?
    or better i’ll kill myself…
    or better i’ll kill myself again…
    [black clinic]

    hysteretic error in my head
    last evening doctor’s round
    unpleasant touch sensation and
    exhaustion background
    my strength of mind decays
    surgery team is waiting
    my soul was burnt in the x-rays
    you were so fucking pretty

    my girl…

    * * *

    hospital bed usage —
    now we are on the edge
    of our love at death’s door
    and we were living for —
    emergency service attempts,
    painkiller in her hands,
    karma re-activation,
    and feelings debilitation…

    * * *

    i’m not recoverable malfunction
    spare parts are sold to junk shop
    grey dusk concealed forcible abduction
    my body waits for coded stop…
    life support for the rest of life
    binary scream in wires
    no chance to stay here alive
    and now i feel the silence…

    * * *

    hospital bed usage —
    now we are on the edge
    of our love at death’s door
    and we were living for —
    emergency service attempts,
    painkiller in her hands,
    karma re-activation,
    and feelings debilitation…
    [NEURO]

    last winter graved all memories
    all disappointed yesterdays
    all fragments of recycled dream
    and delay of premortal scream —
    i’m dying hear, i’ll die without
    your plastic cross and punished god
    without you i’ll celebrate —
    so hurry up, evacuate…

    * * *

    last winter graved all fiends and friends
    ethereal ice in shaking hands
    grey alleys are blinking in the dusk
    my death is still wearing your mask
    game over and i’m crying hear
    without painkiller and you near —
    without you i’ll integrate
    into the core of coming fate…

    * * *

    horizons are now interface
    of final level, health percents
    displaying that the death is near
    last winter graved all pain and fear
    i’m dying hear, i’ll die without
    prosthetics and your donor blood
    without you i’ll celebrate
    i’ll celebrate my endless end…
    [bruteforce]

    two colors only
    monochrome and liquid red
    escape-landscape in window
    aren’t you mad?
    existing conditions
    can’t deny your smile
    delivering my body
    from this rusty sky
    trapped like a virus
    lost in cyberspace
    give me a reason
    to leave your place

    * * *

    connecting to your body
    opening your veins.
    my hate declaration
    finally begins

    * * *

    blinding halo
    incandescent tungsten
    mind treatment —
    i’ll never be your fan
    existing conditions
    can’t deny my role
    delivering your body
    from nonexistent soul

    * * *

    connecting to your body
    opening your veins
    my hate declaration
    finally begins…
    [cyberpunk]

    industrial rain and worn out smiles —
    i’m walking with you in the smog
    we left our home, dropped our knives
    and gently escaped in this patch of fog
    we’ve found our port of refuge and calm
    tank ship became rusty — have it your way
    healing the grievous bodily harm
    let’s get tight in this neon cafe…

    lips are unmapped and forever closed
    ’cause our dreams contained crime
    never fear, ’cause they’re lost
    we knew, how to kill time
    game directive is read only, and —
    is intended for pay-days
    when we buy a new digital story —
    for the special case…

    industrial rain and worn out smiles —
    i’m walking with you in the smog
    we left our home, dropped our knives
    and gently escaped in this patch of fog…
    [spare parts]

    reanimation without flashback
    but full of screenshots of sin
    suffering and brutal treatment —
    barbed wires across my skin
    hell guardians are awoken,
    are searching for me in the night
    bloody footsteps betray my escape
    detected in infrared light…

    * * *

    and my princess became a whore
    i found her corpse on the Rubicon shore
    our wedding-rings are spare parts —
    our freeware love has fallen apart
    these horizons of restless days
    this existence in time delays
    sex before capital punishment —
    last present from the government
    an alphabet has chosen her name —
    the time has come to feel the pain
    now we should move in real-time
    the time has come, the time to die…

    * * *

    reanimation and total recall
    full of screenshots of surgery —
    our batwings were amputated
    and we can’t suck other energy
    security modes are activated
    cops are searching for us in the night
    your convulsions betray my escape
    detected in infrared light…

    * * *

    and my princess became a whore
    i found her corpse on the Rubicon shore
    our wedding-rings are spare parts —
    our freeware love has fallen apart
    these horizons of restless days
    this existence in time delays
    sex before capital punishment —
    last present from the government
    an alphabet has chosen her name —
    the time has come to feel the pain
    now we should move in real-time
    the time has come, the time to die…
    [keygen]

    this is the catwalk
    maintenance for dead
    give me a promise
    and i won’t be sad
    accepting my fall
    time-out and excuse
    all suicide raids
    not possible to use

    your smile

    detecting the numbers
    watching around the edge
    looking for exit
    when your voice begins to flange
    permanent waiting
    inactive state of mind
    accepting the distress
    not possible to die

    alone

    setting the limit
    calling back home
    checking the digits
    on the gravestone
    undying flowers
    plastic emergency
    file-info text
    access to me

    i wait
    [clockwise]

    was strangled without you… face-to-face
    located in black-and-white recorder trace
    worst lethal thoughts, based on the rest of my time
    and all your circular trips are finally mine…

    call button is bleeding, hello — and phantom-limb pain
    display illumination reflected on wet monorail
    at standstill are all clockwise rotating parts
    of our metal discard and black market implants…

    denial for non-payment and eyelid closure reflex
    forever isolated in thoughts of illicit sense
    night-long terms of intimacy beneath our eyes
    neon signs are transmitting the barefaced lies…

    was strangled without you… face-to-face
    located in black-and-white recorder trace
    this outer city hid me like the realm of shadows
    and only creeping lines on unruffled meadows…
    [denergized]

    i want you…
    my dirty rain
    grey lips through dust
    and rusty autumn wind…

    i need her vision —
    erased the tapes
    de-energized and
    trapped in memories…

    06:12 a.m.
    re-animate —
    and kill again
    your hidden yesterdays

    * * *

    alone and numb —
    in covert channel
    of nightclub
    with pretty fiend apart

    bring me bad news —
    search for her profile
    in the streets…
    in lethal interface

    beyond my dream
    beyond decay —
    re-incarnate again
    for neon yesterdays…
    [DNA]

    missing the target, i unload my gun
    can’t hate your beauty, so you can run
    never recall your warm naked skin
    personal hell, as a ticket to win
    how can i flow in the enemy line?
    without you and without call-sign?
    morning farewell and the sound of rain
    in the background for my single game…

    quicken your steps — there’s someone behind
    someone will die in this december night
    your plastic hero has just left his life
    it was your nightmare, you are still alive

    drug dosage form — nonfixed access
    now i need only artificial sense
    creep’ line can’t lead me to your cold bed
    median strip — all the memories dead
    i’ll be fine, i’ll be OK
    i sold my soul, but not DNA…
    [empty cell]

    tonight… i’m not ready for crime
    you’re not ready to die
    i’m not ready for war
    i’m not waiting for you

    please, take my bleeding hand
    you’re still my final friend
    draw the diseased flatline
    connect your flesh to mine
    connect my veins to knife
    log-out from carrion life
    be quiet, be quit, be clear
    my bath… like hell’s carrier

    * * *

    tonight… you’ve forgotten my name
    running to morgue in the rain
    i was waiting for sign
    i was ready for lie —

    implanted in your breath
    verifying my death
    making white-hot our lips
    giving the farewell kiss
    in blue suburban light
    de-energized city night
    as long as you are here
    although the end is near
    [body prison]

    the sky smells like your blood
    and your last photo on ID-card
    and your last reverb telephone goodbye
    but username can never die

    passive resistance, wait for me
    i’ll taste the hell’s extreme degree
    i’ll fly above the limbo gates
    i loved you, but now it’s too late…

    * * *

    now you’re enemy from my nightmares
    now you’re damage for all my systems —
    distress signal in body wires
    and so I am your first victim

    our perverted love’s sweet decay
    rusty clouds and neon digits
    now your last words are floating away
    with your poisoned perfume spirits…

    * * *

    the night smells like your skin
    no possibility for me to win
    no chance to find your empty shell
    no chance to say the last farewell

    dead assets of the dear past
    our heroes died in live broadcast
    i came the day after the fair
    i’ve lost your breath in prison air…

    * * *

    now you’re enemy from my nightmares
    now you’re damage for all my systems
    distress signal in body wires
    and so I am your first victim

    our perverted love’s sweet decay
    rusty clouds and neon digits
    now your last words are floating away
    with your poisoned perfume spirits…
    [rainbow hunt / VHS autumn]

    you are my midnight patient
    you are my neon beauty
    you are my strange relation
    you are my fall of duty
    your lips discover my space
    your lips discover chaos
    innocent lust on your face
    bringing two graveyard flowers
    you’ll come to me through sunsets
    horizons, screens and subways
    searching for me in the net
    you’ll find my corpse on Friday
    then let’s play here your last game
    wires’re transporting our blood
    please, dance with me in the rain
    kiss me, as kissed you the mud…

    *all lyrics is written by Case

    А если?…

    | Апрель 14th, 2007

    Хожу голышом по замершей квартире.
    Сосед гашишом лечит нервы в сортире.
    А солнце взойдет и сегодня опять,
    Но мне глубоко на него наплевать.

    Ничто не спасет в этом ебаном мире.
    Мой друг — сатана в своем собственном тире.
    Моя голова — не дружу с ней опять…
    Но мне и на это сейчас наплевать.

    Тотальный контроль придет в завтрашнем дне,
    И мы разовьемся на этой волне.
    Потом, и как прежде, мир будет стоять.
    Надейся, и мы станем им управлять…

    Возможно не люди, а постчеловек
    Продлит наш короткий и тягостный век.
    Поймет ли хоть кто-то, что стало все так,
    Как это сегодня звучит — «КИБЕРПАНК»?

    17.05.04                        cyDzeen

    КРИК

    | Апрель 14th, 2007

    Ослабею, я балдею!
    Не пойму, зачем я здесь.
    Хочешь будешь или станешь
    Тем, кто видит насквозь сеть?

    Непрерывность цикла цифры
    По спирали режет нерв.
    Стать предметом обожаний
    Проходящих мимо стерв?

    Много думать, давить кнопки,
    Изрыгая страх и спесь.
    Постоянно, где угодно
    Видеть смерть и боли смесь.

    Прогореть, как микросхема,
    Одержать над ними верх
    Чтобы было не обидно
    За себя да и за всех…

    17.05.04 cyDzeen