Ludovican /​/​/ Forlorn Shores

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The two new songs by the Karelian vagabond notforme! make up a postcard from the days past, and every postcard have two sides. The front is a bright, yet frantic picture, inspired by the Steven Hall’s imagery, with his shark feeding on people’s memories and a desperate wish to find a fragile balance in life. The back is a simple, but ironically sharp message to oneself. Without a stamp. To be wrapped in cellophane and hidden in the inner pocket. To remember.

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released May 27, 2018

Lyrics, guitar and vocals: Pavel Mokhort Bass guitar and backing vocals: Vladimir Zhmurin Drums: Nikolai Kuskov

Cover design by Vladimir Zhmurin and Pavel Mokhort

Recorded at Kukkovka Hell Studios, Petrozavodsk, Karelia, May, 2018 Mixing & mastering by Anatoly Nikulin, Brno, Czech Republic, May, 2018

Thanks a lot to all of you, who believed in, helped with and waited for the record to happen! See ya’ll in autumn!

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Track Name: Ludovican
In the flicker of an incandescent sun
In the corner of my eye
Ink and shadow runs
Took a form of something vile.
Piercing days and miles
That old memory started cirñling

Some say I went blindly wild
Playing Ahab
High and dry, come, find me
Shaking, trembling, whispering "hold me tight"

Like a relic of a life nine-tenths collapsed
Full of condescending smiles
We've been trading pasts
When the overwhelming tide
Well, it took us by surprise
In the water started pouring

Some say I went blindly wild
Playing Ahab
High and dry, come, find me
Shaking, trembling, whispering "hold me tight"

Now, in the morning light
Our cadences collide
In prose and broken rhymes.
Capsized and left to read between the lines
Track Name: Forlorn Shores
Congratulations brother, you have won
I can't deny that I'm impressed
How confident you sound and all
But I was so sure - correct me if I'm wrong
You were my voice of rhyme and reason
Now you are just a bitter song

Those were the days, the pines, the forlorn shores
The pebbles on the rocky bottom
Reminders of the broken words
A cellophane wrapped postcard with no addressee
I carry in my inner pocket.
Never learn — wash, rinse, repeat

We are what we are
I leave the rest to you
All apologies are the seasoning for the wounds
It took time - the worst kind
Now I wake up with a smile
'cuz we had the days
Memories are forever mine

Those were the days, the pines, the forlorn shores
The pebbles on the rocky bottom —
Another year of "so it goes"
So congratulations brother, you have won
I didn't know it was a contest,
Hope the prize will make you whole

But we are what we are
I leave the rest to you
All apologies are the seasoning for the wounds
It took time — the worst kind —
Now I wake up with a smile
'cuz we had the days
Memories are forever mine
We both should be fine