Where's Satan?, by Valery & The Greedies

Where's Satan?

by Valery & The Greedies

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1.	Where's Satan? 04:43	lyrics	buy track
Where's Satan? Southern men drink fire, They burn their livers on pyre... And it were their kinks, That we did the same things... Southern cops drink urine All this for finding Janine... All this was done, So that we'd made off the town... Southern women - milk and roses, But all the same talks and lips... And I think, all this what for? Maybe King wants more and more! Where's Satan? Where's Satan? In their bodies, There's Satan! Southern people look with reproach, On everyone, who chase to Scotch... But they don't care a straw - You gonna live according to their law... Southern cities called me back And all my gypsy band... Infatuation in our bodies... King wants our bodies... Where's Satan? Where's Satan? In our bodies, There's Satan! Where's Satan? Where's Satan? In my body, There's Satan!
2.	Cynicism 03:18	lyrics	buy track
Cynicism. Cynicism - is my ego And just the time be exposed... I cast a shadow On all the things, that I saw... Cynicism - is my drifting On the waves of being... This is not setback, It's only what I think... Cynicism - is my power Over disturbed mind... Time to be honest, fella, Escape the outside... Escape the outside... Escape the outside... Cynicism - it's a envy If isn't given to you... It's rare feeling In all things, that we do... Cynicism - it's a boomerang Boomerang against himself... It returns to sender, And always finds target... Cynicsm - it's a strangeness, And you don't know on that side... Time to be honest, baby, Escape the outside... Escape the outside... Escape the outside... Time to be honest, baby... Time to be honest, boy... Time to be honest, fella And don't try to be a kind... Time to be honest, baby... Time to be honest, boy... Time to be honest, fella Escape the outside... Escape the outside... Escape the outside...
3.	Use The Moments Of My Adequacy 04:10	lyrics	buy track
Use The Moments Of My Adequacy. I wasn't a fool: Had a clear mind... And never before Was I ever kind... I search for the books And money in it, And all my skill Spent for new fit... I need a health certificate, And a right for sanctuary... I need a rest and my hung, And I need an aery... Film-director Knows my thoughts... His new creation About my "gods"... But I don't wanna Look at the screen, As my reflection Shows, I'm so lean... I need a health certificate, And a right for sanctuary... I need a rest and my hung, And I need aery... So, use the moments of my adequacy While I'm healthy... Well, use the moments of my adequacy, But not today... So, use the moments of my adequacy While I'm healthy... Well, use the moments of my adequacy, But not today...
4.	Walking To The Depth 03:50	lyrics	buy track
Walking To The Depth. Son, I've seen the gulf, It is mysterious and dark... The depth covered by gold, And hall is like a ark... I went to the sailor, He told me 'bout bottom of the sea... But how can you speak about it? About what you never see... ...Depth. I'm walking to the depth... I'm walking to the depth... I'm walking to the depth... We built the tower of Babel, It seemed we're on the top of the world, But when high water came, We found ourselves... On the depth... We're walking to the depth... We're walking to the depth... We're walking to the depth... Walking on... Walking on... Walking on... Walking on... On the depth... I'm walking to the depth... I'm walking to the depth... I'm walking to the depth...
5.	Dances On The Bones 04:17	lyrics	buy track
Dances On The Bones. The gaping abyss - These vain attempts... Time to make an end of This fun and games... While the people fell down, We're burnt fires... While the houses fell in, We're began to dance... While the people fell down, We're burnt fires... While the houses fell in, We're began to dance... (Can you feel my own...?) (Can you feel my own...?) (Can you feel my own...?) (Can you feel my own...?) Bony fingers, bony legs - This is all that has remained... Keep moving on your remains... To move! To move! Bony fingers, bony legs - This is all that has remained... Keep moving on your remains... To move! To move! Dances on the bones. For all these skeletons. Dances on the bones. For all these skeletons. (Can you feel my own...?) Dances on the bones. (Can you feel my own...?) For all these skeletons.
6.	Bloody Vomit 03:22	lyrics	buy track
Bloody Vomit. Lights are put out, Sideboards are closed, Guests are turned out In darkness and frost... My bloody vomit Was a tale... My bloody vomit - Now it's a fact... It's on the real... My bloody vomit Was a tale... My bloody vomit - Now it's a fact... It's on the real... Doors of this week Won't open once more... Forget all these feasts And what was before... My bloody vomit Was a tale... My bloody vomit - Now it's a fact... It's on the real... My bloody vomit Was a tale... My bloody vomit - Now it's a fact... It's on the real...
7.	Tears Of Master Of Kung-Fu 04:03	lyrics	buy track
Tears Of Master Of Kung-Fu. Where's my protection Of my soul? The another connection Has left me alone... Where you do my guru? Or maybe you're a fraud? I thought, I knew you, But, seemingly, not... I should have thought, That this doctrine is hoax... Down with protector And all remainder idols and gods! Whom to entrust the protection? Whom to expose the fears? Maybe the new connection...? Come on, "master", shed tears! These tears of master of kung-fu - It is your shame, it's up to you... These tears of master of kung-fu - This only thing that you do... These tears of master of kung-fu - It is your shame, it's up to you... These tears of master of kung-fu - This only thing that you do...
8.	Bashkir Horror 04:14	lyrics	buy track
Bashkir Horror. People don't cry, Even, if they die, Even, if on the neck Tie... People aren't afraid, But it's too late - In future just the ones Gate... Someone says, That it's dangerous, But it's my future love... Honeydrippers pies, All around is spice, Poor red soil... Gneiss... Roll up for the tour - This is our rule... Join right now On the tour... Someone says, That it's dangerous, But it's my future love... Someone says, That it's dangerous, But it's my future love... It's my future love...
9.	She-Wolf 06:31	lyrics	buy track
She-Wolf. Like a every of my bros, Like a every of her sons, I was born from only one's womb - She-wolf, mama, she-wolf, ma... She-wolf, mama, she-wolf, ma... She-wolf, mama, she-wolf, ma... Everybody of the shaman's sons, Everybody of the shaman's bros, Everybody talkin' by word of mouth... She-wolf, mama, she-wolf, ma... She-wolf, mama, she-wolf, ma... She-wolf, mama... Bridge! Everybody talkin' 'bout my ma, And nobody knows, who was my dad... I was born under shaman's sign... She-wolf, mama, she-wolf, ma... She-wolf, mama, she-wolf, ma... She-wolf, mama, she-wolf, ma... Everybody talkin' by word of mouth... ('bout my) She-wolf, mama, she-wolf, ma... She-wolf, mama, she-wolf, ma... She-wolf, mama... Bridge!
10.	Use The Moments Of My Adequacy (YYYYY Remix) 05:01		buy track

about

"Where's Satan?" this is the album by Valery & The Greedies (New Wave/Funk from Russian Federation).
Album was recorded from 4/22/2011 to 5/26/2011.
Aldum will be release at 7/18/2011.
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credits

released July 18, 2011

Anatoly Nikulin - guitars/lead vocals
Lev Sibikovsky - guitars/backing vocals
Grigory Anushkin - drums/backing vocals
Sergey Matyuk - bass/backing vocals

Musical producer - Anatoly Nikulin
Associated producer & cover design - Sergey Shkuratov
Sound engineer - Sergey Ilchenko
Illustrations by Andrey Gorokhov