Глава 1. Мавік, звук і туга за портом На правобережжі Херсонщини стихло. У напівтемному бліндажі пахло землею, машинним маслом і вчорашнім сигаретним димом. Біля входу сохли мокрі куртки. На ящику з-під боєприпасів лежали пульт, запасні пропелери й кілька акумуляторів, підключених до зарядки. За стіною з мішків і бронеплит лежав темний степ. Десь далеко час від…
Yes, it’s the yacht from chapter 2. It’s the bay from chapter 1. And the old sailor, captain Grin, Alex Grin. A Modern Fairy Tale — by sea’s design. Links
Sometimes a song begins with an image and only later reveals the truth behind it.This one began with an old sailor.
Lyrics Past the pines, past the rails, past the bends in the roadPast the hush, past the rush, where the slow waters flowedIn the attic of a house by a silver-still lakeThere’s a box full of years I was scared to awakeCardboard corners, worn tape, dust like snow in my handsLittle ghosts in a pile,…
Lyrics New York fell crooked, neon bleeding into snow and smoke,Sirens learned to whisper, every promise finally broke,Windows blinked,I walked past the skyline like a rumor that outlived its joke.Subways sighed in rusted time, old gods asleep on rails,Coffee tasted like goodbye, headlines told the same old fails,Trumpet cried,I folded up the avenues and followed…
Lyrics: Braht, live your years, whatever they may beThe streets remember you, night holds you in its pleaNeon, alley, rails, deli light – can’t fleeBrooklyn nights repeat, we changeHistory stays, the endless symphonyRound and round, like a squirrel on a wheelEvery street repeats the same old dealTraffic lights on wet asphalt, headlights slice the darkSirens…
There is a particular kind of conversation that happens on boats at night. When the wind dies and the stars come out, there is nothing left to do. All you can do is sit in the cockpit and be honest. Scarlet Spinnaker is that conversation. Or rather, it is the conversation that almost happens. Then…
Sola has been wrong before. She knows it. Passage is the song where she starts to realize her mistake. The realization happens so gradually and so honestly. By the end, it feels less like a revelation. Instead, it resembles something that was always destined to be true once she stopped looking away from it. A…
A duet of two monologues Lyrics: Harbor lights dissolve into the sea with sparksMarina, water’s calm, the bow in the evening darkShe lived her every night under horizons full of starsWhile I’m just learning what it takes to sail this far I can’t forget that morning bloomFluorescent lights in the buzzing roomDoor slides wide, and…
After the open water, the hospital. After the crisis, the aftermath. Tides of Fate is the album’s only truly interior song. A Modern Fairy Tale gets tangled. Links
