Radio Silence
BG, Titov, Seva, Dusha, Dave A. Srewart, Olle Romo, Michael Kamen, Patrick Seymour, Darry Way, Chucho Merchain, Ray Cooper, Dawe Plews, Annie Lennox, Siobahn Stewart, Billy Mckenzie, Harry Dean Stanton, John Stewart, Kenny Smith, Chrissie Hynde, Janice Jamison, Charlie Wilson, Derek
Producteur: Dave A.Stewart
Producteurs exécutifs: Kenny Schaffer, Marina Albee
Ingénieurs de son: Dave A.Stewart, Alan Moulder, Manu Guiot, Olle Romo,
Tim Leitner, Bob Smith, Logan Waters, Lee Manning.
Design des couvertures:
idée - BG & Eric Scott
réalisation - Eric Scott & David Gahr
Cet album a été créé et enregistré dans les studios de New York, Londres, Québec et Los Angeles en avril-août 1988.
Financé par "CBS Sony".
Je remercie sincèrement:
Lyudka – pour l’amour, la douleur et la beauté que nous avons vécu ensemble.
Kenny & Marina – d’avoir donné tout leur possible pour faire naître
et réussir cet album.
Ina – d’avoir fait tout pour laisser aller la musique.
Dave – je te salue, mon seigneur et ami!
Gabrielle & Robert – pour un coin paisible qui m’a donné le courage
d’écrire.
Sir Walter Yetnikoff – d’avoir fait confiance à ce buveur de whisky russe.
Tous à DnA, Anxious & the Church – de m’avoir accepté comme si j’étais
l’un d’eux.
Joanna Stingray pour le premier contact.
Les gens de Mezhkniga – qui ont accompli l’inimaginable pour faire apparaître
cet album.
Les gens de VAAP [L’Agence des Droits d’Auteur de l’U.R.S.S.] – pour leur
ouverture d’esprit.
Victor Khrolenko – d’avoir été la source d’énergie pour atteindre l’impossible.
Don Williams – pour son hospitalité.
Michael Segal – ami parfait.
Richard Feldman – pour toute son aide.
The Film Police - Michael, Steve et... – pour leur patience et gentillesse
à mon égard.
The Big Jo – pour sa confiance et bon single-malt.
The Raven – pour l’inspiration et la foi.
Lou & Sylvia – pour leur honnêteté et leurs encouragements.
Ma Mère – de m’avoir donné la vie et pour son amour infini.
Olle, Patrick, Chucho, Darryl & Manu – pour le bonheur de travailler
avec eux.
Billy – pour son chant magique.
Professor Ray – Sasha et moi resteront ses humbles élèves.
Annie, Chrissie, Siobhan & Marcy – d’avoir porté leur grâce sur mes
chansons.
Sasha – pour sa force énorme.
Mon Maître & Amour – parce qu’il existe.
Mon fils Gleb – j’ai fait tout ça parce que je l’aime.
Merci, mes chers!
B.G.
100 000 disques ont été tirés aux USA, à part les K7 et les CD. Le vinyle est sorti en Russie en 1993, le CD – en 1996.
1. Radio Silence
2. The Postcard
3. The Wind
4. The Time
5. Winter
6. That Voice Again
7. Le jeunes lions
8. Fields Of My Love
9. Death of King Arthur (Poem by Thomas Malory)
10. Real Slow Today
11. Mother
12. Chine (А.Vertinsky - N.Goumilev)
Radio Silence
It suddenly feels like a new year
Like I'm a million miles away from here
I can see some kind of light here
Although I won't name it
I want to talk about moonlight
I want to talk about the wild child, you know
That real wild one, dancing alone
In the middle of the whirlpool
Spinning tales about silence
About radio silence
About some kind of asylum
In the middle of an empty field full of danger
It's strange I don't feel like I'm a stranger
I feel like I belong here
I feel like I've been waiting for a long time
And now I can tell you some stories
Stories about the madmen
Stories about the dream-child
You know, that real wild one
Who dance alone
In the middle of the whirlpool
And I can tell you about silence
About radio silence
About some kind of asylum
In the middle of an empty field full of danger
If you want it
The Postcard
This is a postcard
Saying I'm alright in this beautiful city
This is a phone call
Saying, yes, I am sleeping alone here
But the telephone lines are cut
My hands can't hold the paper
You are on my mind
Nobody knows your name here,
Except when the moon is out
And then they toss in their sleep
Crying out for you to take them
But me I cannot sleep,
I cannot dream,
My heart is shattered
You are on my mind
Once seven colors used to make a man blind
And now we are like birds stuck in barbed wire
Precise, like sunrise
A child just like any other
Made of the bones of the earth
Fragile and deathless
Yes, I'm alright
I'm a church,
And I'm burning down
You are on my mind...
The Wind
Your eyes are colored like wind
The Wind from the northern sea
A wave on the sand so clear
Whoever got me that far must be laughing
Alright, I can laugh as well
So sweet is your touch
May I never go free
But I'm breaking away
To return unbound
And I hear the sound
Behind my shoulder
Like the shape of the swan, gliding
And when the trees are bare
There will be nowhere to return to
But we stay, believing
Your eyes are colored like wind
Bringing incredible news
I don't know if I'm ready,
Does it matter?
Whoever cut me that deep
I love you
And here I stand, transfixed
Listening to the sound of the wind
The Time
Sitting in a corner
In my castle made of single-malt and smoke
With all my friends around me
And I love them "till I choke
And I watch you dance with someone
Someone not even there
And you're simple as in sacrilege
And you are pure as in player
Somewhere there's a point of no resistance
But we make sure there's no getting there
And we're beautiful when we're animals
But so easily scared
And I cannot even talk to you
Stricken down as a hunter to its prey
Sliding down, down this hill of glass again
And there's nothing I can say
I guess it's just the time
I guess it's just the time
I guess it's just the time
And I will see you when the time is over
And then the northern wind calls
And then curtains part
And then the castle wall falls
And there's an arrow in my heart
There's only one way out of prison
Which is to set your jailer free
But then, it's just another bunch of pretty words
That stand between the sailor and the sea
So forgive me, though I know you never will
Battered by your pride
And so I'm locked again within these castle walls
And you freeze alone outside
I guess it's just the time
I guess it's just the time
I guess it's just the time
And I will see you when the time is over
Winter
Now that the summer is gone
Snow's on the ground
I sought and I found
I know what I found is true
But the bitter gray sky
Fades into silence
Only the fire is left
And some say it's not enough
To carry us through
Days of apple bloom white
Silver and steel
Tales of webs
Spun around a careless heart
I dream of the snow-white seagulls
Crying to show me the way
But I will stay here with you
And nothing will ever come
To tear us apart
Look into my eyes sister
No harm will come to you
Look into my eyes sister
No harm will come to you
That Voice Again
I hear that voice again
I hear that voice again
Seems so simple now
Now that the sky is clear
Maybe the road was tough
But at last we're here
I've nothing to hide from you
Nothing to explain
Just this vision of broken wing
And the raven cries in pain
I hear that voice again
I hear that voice again
If darkness surrounds you
I'll be the fire
To guard your sleep
If there's nothing to stand on
I will lay myself beneath your feet
I will show the world to you
And this world will have no stain
Just hold me now
Hold me close
Don't let me go
But close your eyes
And look away
I hear that voice again
Молодые Львы
Когда в городе станет темно,
Когда ветер дует с Невы,
Екатерина смотрит в окно,
За окном идут молодые львы.
Они не знают, что значит "зима",
Они танцуют, они свободны от наших потерь!
И им нечего делать с собой сейчас,
Они войдут, когда Екатерина откроет им дверь!
А что нужно молодым львам?
Что нужно молодым львам?
Когда весь мир готовится лечь к их ногам,
И им нечего делать сейчас!
Но я не скажу им ни слова,
Я не приму этот бой, потому что это не бой.
Все равно, все, что сделано нами, останется светлым,
Все равно, все, что было моим, возьмет себе кто-то
другой!
Так вот вкус наших побед,
Вот зелень нашей травы...
Екатерина смотрит в окно,
За окном продолжают идти
Молодые львы.
Fields Of My Love
Hello sweet victory
So nice meeting you here
Mmm, Mmm
So strange when you think about it
I never did anything out of my way
I just strayed...
Out in the fields of my love
Out in the fields of my love
Out in the fields of my love
Well met and thank you
I'm glad you taught me so well
It was fun being around for a while
So sad you have to stay here
Or, can you spread out your wings and fly with me...
Out in the fields of my love
Out in the fields of my love
Out in the fields of my love
Death of King Arthur
(Poem by Thomas Malory)
Of Lancelot du Lake
tell i no more
But this by leave
these ermytes seven.
But still Kynge Arthur
lieth there, and Quene Guenever,
As I you newyn.
And Monkes
That are right of lore
Who synge with moulded stewyn
Ihesu, who hath woundes sore,
Grant us the blyss of Heaven.
Real Slow Today
This is a dangerous tale
Of oxygen and flame
Tale of running away
Nowhere to run
All I can see is you
Visions of water in the desert sun
Stay...
Things gonna get real slow today
Things gonna get real slow today
Takes one prisoner
Takes one to show him the way
Then comes this lesson in natural history
And these ladies are laughing at me
Can I join the fun?
I know I'm haunted, keeps the flame
bright
I guess I can say I'm alright
Just a burning arrow stuck in my heart
Well, anyway...
And some people say that
We shouldn't cross this line
But there is no line
Only the sky
I want to see you smile
Want to feel us get up and fly
Shouldn't we?
Things gonna get real slow today
Things gonna get real slow today
Takes one prisoner
Takes one to show him the way
Then comes this lesson in natural history
Mother
This city is on fire tonight
Sweet forest fire silent and unseen
The sleepers awaken
Your eyes are open I know you're smiling at me
Some people say you're not here anymore
But your trees stand proud
And laugh and let them pass
So mischievous and holy
And this is a question I'll never want to ask
There's a moon out there and she wants to be growing
There's a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea
I am your child, mother
Crying to be consoled
I recognize you now
Do you recognize me?
There's a part of me that wants to be silent
Immersed in your movement
Stung by your grace
And here is your song, and I'll sing it
I'm coming home
I've never been away
There's a moon out there and she wants to be growing
There's a river down here and she wants to go back to the sea
I am your child, mother
Crying for you to console me
Now that I know you
Do you recognize me?
There's a moon out here and she wants to be growing
Here's a river down here and she wants to go back to
the sea
I am your child, mother
Crying to be consoled
Now that I know you
Recognize me!
Китай
(А. Вертинский - Н. Гумилев)
И вот мне приснилось что сердце мое не болит
Оно колокольчик фарфоровый в желтом Китае
На пагоде пестрой висит и тихонько звенит
В эмалевом небе дразня журавлиные стаи
И кроткая девушка в платье из красных шелков
где золотом вышиты осы, цветы и драконы
с поджатыми ножками тихо без мысли, без слов
внимательно слушает тихие-тихие звоны