Lyrics.

Woke up and I'm right in your tango
Million flaps in front
And you're about to start your part
Fire can only lift you higher
Soothing rests of mine
On sleepy silver edge of night
Noone is welcomed to the sabbath
But I will always long
The show you are to do alone
So let me to the stage and I will follow
I will stand my legs in clay under cover
Of the night when you change your hair to moss 
After dance when you turn yourself to thorn forlorn

Get up, it's time to drink your tango
Drawing steps inside
I follow twenty other steps
Will ya perform dance on fire?
Don't tell me your nightmare
Incendiaries are on your way
Take off the veil you never think of
Mockers' eyes away
Imagine, watch, anticipate
So let me to the stage and I will follow
I will stand my legs in clay under cover

Move on, the noise inside is too strong
And holds your breath away
Diluted with the light of day
Too long I had my lung in vapor 
I promise all my voice
Begotten in the depths of womb 

Lost in you mournful
I'm silent whenever you come
I am barren without you
The sorrowing wind is long gone
I can't say for now
There's your wind, there's mine
Here in limbo, no one knows

Jatango. Parts IV-V

Jatango. Parts II-III

Howl

The second album of In A Nutshell is called Arrhythmia. It is a further exploration of dark corners and mazes of inner conscience. This time everything sounds even more experimental and darker than last time in Ultraviolet Test. A hidden entrance into another world, where live invisible ghosts and shadows of alienation of the modern civilised society. This album expands intrinsic intellectual space, bridges through the thin line of the horizon, leading to the land where dreams disappear. 

07 - Window Cat

Gone for the white hole
Long for calm 
Without nothing you let me to choose
Damn all the kindoms I ever had
Without nothing I wanted to lose
And you go further inside your time
Leave no traces of things I adore
No more faces I tried to hold 
No more you, 
No more you wish to come
 
Safe for the slumber
Living out
On the couch that I'm digging so long
Bars on the pages
I try to morn 
Feeling seconds that passing along
Keys from the spaces
Seem so real
Stretch a hand, don't regret and forget you're a clown 
with an echo
For thousand years
When you're laughing and loading me on
 
Shelters can hide us
I've lost in the past
And I ask you to  go back
Cause you're dragging me on
 It's not just a dream
That I go to the end
Am I losing it all
But you dragging me home.
Turn your life backwards
Seven words
Seven words that i said long before
Stuck in your cages 
Former lord
I don't want you to hear any more

I’m bird to fall in you
I am bird to fall in you like you
I am merciful in you
I am beautiful in you, like you
Show me the answer
Live or not
Without crunch if I'm falling to you
Without you...

Falling Bird to Dance

First EP from the full-length album "Jatinga"


Jatinga

Late August is known to some as time when Perseids lighten up the
night with desperately beautiful bright falling stars that leave
traces of smoke in the summer sky. On one of such August nights,
somewhere around midnight, hundreds of bird sillouettes approach the
fires set up by the villagers of Jatinga, a small village in India.
Caught in strange state of a trance, these lost and confused creatures
dance in the dark southern skies among the stars and meteors as they
fall into the hands of the celebrating peasants, just to be coocked
immediately - a gift of generous gods is thus accepted by the people.

Named after the place and the phenomenon, Jatinga, the third album of
In A Nutshell, a psychodelic prog-rock band from Moscow, is a concept
album. It tells the story of how miracles come to this world and leave
it, all being doomed to vanish in the boiling brew coocked by the
greedy, joyful, angry, deceived and deceiving.

An artist dreaming of himself as a bird, highlanders dancing while
being exiled or shot, an oil -stained bird crawling cross the beach
and muttering its curses, a shaman reincarnating as a bird, doomed to
return to Jatinga life after life to witness the same people, birds
sharing their experiences with humans, teaching them the great dance
of life and then dancing into their hands on a starry night - all this
ends with an honest, sarcastic yet very poetic epilogue.

These parables might easily match the picture of the world around or
within you, just as they may just go past you unnoticed as the things
reflected in the  song do in real life.

Classical arrangements join the classic rock four-piece, and jazzy
influences fuse with world music, be it a Caucasian choir, percussion
or an accordeon. Jatinga is an attempt to reflect the sounds of the
world on that late August night. An attempt that took us three years.

Angoscia

Priapism (lyrics)

I’m the gun flooded barrel
In a crate you gonna catch me
Through the rows of the days
I dont wanna miss you so much
so put me in the other state
shame on you girl…

through the day you deny my
right of sanctuarity
you prohibit the touch
calling me callin’ in vain
wilderness full of lust
shame on you girl …

so turn me blind
to any of your kind
still i want you
well i want you

Smiler carving the gEsture
wipe another harm
recollecting the bruise
to alter it-pure in a dark

I fasten your body a pain
shame on you girl …

cause i’m a gun full of hollow
pin a cry upon your lips
and foreseeing the grims
i dont wan- an-honour that mean
enlist me to another state
praise for you girl…

so wrap me up
in oversudden calm
still i’m fallen
And you - to stare
in haughting serene face
to neglect you -
for i want you

Priapism

In a Nutshell - So close (official music video) 
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=HR9AmDkrU_g

Lyrics:
...if you find my tale
scratch in on the wall
i neversaw you praying
i will stop it all
and once you said by mail
nobody to call
i will go down
you don''t you can''t
step off your rails
hanging on the stage
among so skinny fellows
looking face to face
i ask no other's questions
Dropping shade instead
I wish I digged down all crowns

And if you hang so long
Find another home
Depicted stone/black and strong
Ready to stand all
And then you'll find your way, find your way
You've gone through trial

Behind the board up doors
Catch me by a hand
Skies never been so close
Fell to see you off
And then you'll find your way, find your way
I walk away

So Close

http://youtu.be/19_WW_ap9iE

a story of dreams and afterglow told in animation by
Petra Freeman and
accompanied by "Epilogue", a song by In A Nutshell from the band's 3rd
LP, "Jatinga".

Epiloque

КЕРДАЧА ШЕРА Ц1АЙСАГО ДАЬ ДУ1А

Ва-а даьла дошо хоза Малх!
Дуне (деррига) сийрдадаьннад.
Ва-а вез-воккха Даьла
Шу маьрша хилийта тха
Ва-а даьла дошо хоза Малх!
Дуне (деррига) сийрдадаьннад.
Ва-а даьла дошо хоза Малх!
Камаьрша боаг1а

Based on Pagan Ingush Prayer

Kerdacha Shera Cjasago Daj Duja

Taram. Reflections on Shamaniac

A TEXAS TRIP UNDER THE HALF MOON

Lost in a hollow bottomless height
I've felt her slap, then i have lost my demons
But i will find another
Way to a different sand
Full of savage chants
They've missed you.
Glorious widow has called my name
I've paid my dues 
I'm waiting for the window
To let in songs of terror
From different cage
From different age
I’ve missed your, your love

You will never ever find no mercy
In the place you're in so
Say your prayers or die
As truth becomes a lie
See the window calling for your footsteps
Guess you knew the price
They'll make you pay
You feel them try 
I have paid, paid my dues so now it's
Time for me to claim
The gold that i deserve
I'll wait for your to serve
& i'm standing, staring at the window
Waiting for the sound of
Iron feathers cut
Through the air

Has thou slain, slain the jabberwocky?
Heard the piper playing (prayer solo)
At the gates of dawn?
Wonder what you saw.
Well i have burned my very bones and
The iron bird will give me new ones
Oh, is it bad?.....

................

I'm coming down
Looking around
I'm sniffing death
& you're so cool (when you)
Walk around 
As if on a leash for
Twenty-five days in the desert
You're so (my) cool
Laying at my feet these pebbles 
Of divine and sick illusions
But I'm to, to, to lone
I'm to, to, to, to on my own

N dirty depths
I only could seek some advice from the fear in my gut 
Come 
From monster to monster i'm constantly hoasting...
It's clear enough
To break from the chain
& to flee to the sheltering sky 
I'm free, i am no-one's son
I've carried the ice and the fire
I'm crushed and i'm burnt
Tossed by his hand
I'm carved in stone

Lost in a hollow
Couldn't find my way
I've seen her walking past the misty garden
But i'm alive and no-one 
Get me in the cage
I felt locked forever with you
Glorious widow
Has called my name
I've paid my dues and i've lost my demons
But i will find some other
Somewhere near that cage
I felt locked forever with your.....

A Texas Trip. Under the Half Moon

Long-winged shine

Water from above is pouring down on me
Nestling on my chest they turned me to a tree
Standing in the dark  I hear them laughing
Stuck inside my mouth they're never meant to be

Come, enjoy and sleep, you're in my finger tips
Damn, I'm pretty tied, I'm lifted from my feet
Falling one by one in tearless valley
These are just the dead, trapped within my head 

(They) Stay behind my back, they're coming with the rain
I'm sober and insane
Cutting deep inside they're gonna  smell divine
My perfect shine

Extend me your arm
Delusive and calm
Throughout the night
Joyful light (is) my healing balm
Hides behind  
Reminds me of the long-winged shine

Breathe with the dead
That pass through my head
Play tricky in me
Ancient birds, they count my time
From behind the long-winged shine

Long-Winged Shine

Wacky Dance

Danсe, lucky chance, fatal sense
But I take it into my dirty hands
And ghostly guest is shaking
You showed me the price
I shoved it in your mouth
Like thunder from above
I'm faking you
Don't tell me your name
Go throw it in the fire
Let the witch burn in shame
I'm looking into no-one & no-one 
So what?
What about your love?

She's a pawn, she's a queen
Her endless spiral dance
Chokes me in hidden rings
I'm facing you with smile
Took sesame and rice
& shoved it in your mouth
Fortune cookie
Let me sing on the moon
That’s pregnant with a song
From my heart, from my blood
The song is full of love

But it’s all
Dirty as sin
No fee
You’re ready to bring
On me
The sun is going down
We are falling throw the cracks

Dance wacky dance wacky dance
I thought i had a chance
Your attack, your defence
Coming from nowhere
I shed my weary skin
Staring from within (at) the dance
And no chance 
Beneath the sun of maya
They dance
Beneath the sky of maya
They dance
They sing a song atonal
You don't
They spark a dance eternal
You don't


It's sex, it's sex
When you come in hate
I'm not, i'm not, i'm not of your faith
And i feel your disgrace

But  i wanna dance with you
At the time I choose
At the time when I want to give up


Dance, wacky dance, wacky dance
I though i had a chance
Your attack, your defence
I spark a dance eternal,
You don’t
So live it alone
I’m not of, I’m not of your faith
At my dance

Wacky Dance

Blues....

In the house that I’m sure you know
Under round black hole 
I’m strong and nobody knows
That I’m here to stay
To find the rule of the play 
In the world, in this intricate place
I was born to chase
My tireless detachments became the song of praise

And if you don’t recognize your face
I’ll make out of lace
Each time the moon comes my way
I wish I took it’s warmth
And saved for long-long walk
The yellow tune will sing me your name
Long trip for my brain
When my frozen mind became a burning flame

Tell me where to go
And finally I’ll show
The bliss of being wrong 

I will do what I was meant for
For here and there you say
You started inventing the game
That no one can escape 
If the story book includes my name
With no getaway
I stop, I can not inhale
I fall and then I flow

Clinging to my boat
Made of dark and void
The entire world

I will do, I will do my hair
And start the funny way through the river
No change, no voice, all foregone
In the funniest of the rivers
All my way I will make with the pulse
Of the funniest of the rivers
I won’t forget, won’t forget any bend
Of the funniest of the rivers
But I will dance, I will dance, I will dance in the rain
Warm me up, wrap me up and then once again (then again only once)
I will move through the time
With the funniest of the rivers
Be the one, be the one, be the one
I gonna hold, wrap me up with the pulse through the time
Without stop

Blues to Honorable Mr.Tungsten's Nephew

The second song's part (Ingush language)

You are asking me about the expulsion of Ingush people to Kazakhstan?
That is how it was.
February, 23 in 1944 was a very cold day.
All men, old and young, were invited to the gathering in Atahi
settlement (we now call it the Death Valley) to celebrate the day of
the Red Army.
The entire nation was assembled there, including women and children.
Then the soldiers put cordons all around the place of gathering. These
were the NKVD troops (Soviet secret police).
There were machineguns on the roofs.
Then they said that we were to be deported to Kazakhstan. There was no
use resisting. People thought they were summoned to celebrate the
holiday, so nobody had any arms with them.
The situation was awful: cordons, soldiers, machineguns… People felt
depressed, they were embarrassed and didn’t know what to do. They
didn’t even know much of Kazakhstan. The whole situation was a
difficult one.
But then one of the Ingushs stepped forward and said: “We are to leave
our place, we don’t know what lies ahead of us and we don’t know if we
stay alive or not. But still it's an Act of God and we should forget
our discords, feud and forgive each other. Many years ago one man
offended my father, but I forgive you”, - he said to someone in the
crowd. One by one people came out of the crowd and said the words of
forgiveness to each other.
But soldiers couldn’t understand what they were talking about and
thought they were going to rebel and put up a resistance and started
shooting at people. Many people were killed then, many were seriously
injured.
It was a terrible ordeal for my people.
And when the machineguns were shooting, my grandfather (later he died
in Kazakhstan) suddenly shouted: “Play your accordions (some people
had musical instruments with them for they thought they were invited
to celebrate a holiday”). No one will see us weakened; no one will see
us suppressed!”
He shouted to his sister Hava: “Dance!” - jumped out in front of the
soldiers that were shooting at the crowd and started dancing with wild
inspiration. Other people following his inspiration started dancing
and clapping. They seemed to go mad.
Soldiers were taken aback and stopped shooting. This dance put
inspiration into people. And they kept dancing while making their way
to the freight trains, and coming into those trains under the tight
control of the soldiers. That was how they were deported to
Kazakhstan.

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Psychalia (feat. Sydney Wright)

Lullaby (Reprise)

The Snow Whale & the Roc (feat. Anastasiya Zimina)

Sufi Queen

10 - Shamaniac

Perseids

Centuries-old
Flying back to the world
They were limbs and the skin
Milky vein in between
Gently breathing me in
And I’m telling my self  
If it brings any help

Feathery tie
Seem to loosen the cry
Healer’s washing his hands
Lepers go straight in chain 
Beating dust from the flame 
When I’m asking my self 
If it brings any help

Twas a time when I missed you 
The time found you

Centuries-old
Flying back to the world
Bitter taste of the sore
I don’t feel anymore
Over sated before
And I’m telling my self  
If  it bring any help

Centuries-old
Making empty my\your world
Bitter taste of the sore
I don’t feel anymore
Overamped before

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