[Intro: IC3PEAK]
I don’t want friends
I don’t want meds
Been feel, been love
Don’t talk, don’t tell
I don’t want meds
I don’t want friends
Been feel, been love
Don’t talk, don’t tell

[Verse 1: IC3PEAK]
How can I take pleasure from this life
If I only see the drop, drop, drop, dropped sun
I fucking love it said I cry, cry, cry
Said I cry cry cry wanna see you cry

[Chorus: IC3PEAK]
Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry cry cry
Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry cry cry
Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry cry cry
Cry, cry, cry, cry, cry, cry cry cry
I just want for, to see you cry, ah
I just want for, to see you cry, cry, cry
I just want for, to see you cry, ah
I just want for, to see you cry, cry, cry

[Bridge]
I don’t want meds
I don’t want friends
Been feel, been love
Don’t talk, don’t tell
I don’t want meds
I don’t want friends
Been feel, been love
Don’t talk, don’t tell

[Bridge: Tommy Cash]
Uh
La-la-la la, la-la-la la
La-la-la la, la-la-la la (Excuse me, eh)
La-la-la la, la-la-la la
La-la-la la, la-la-la la

[Verse 2: Tommy Cash]
Excuse me, that I’m leaving the kaif life
I could go left, but I choose the right side
No stop signs, no matter if it’s rain or shine
I walk the line (walk it, walk it, walk the line)
Top of the ice-peak, where the plants will never blossom
But I guess it’s OK, when I'm drunk on White Russians
And I got one last cigarette left
Oh shit, oh shit
Нахуй надо, Tommy never wore Prada
My sweat is my Escada, Ferrari is my Lada
No homo, this magic throat makes me money
But this printed paper never made me happy
No real job, just hanging with my bitch, smoke
I wish I had a brother, something like Klitschko
So I’d never feel alone, like I do
Fuck a million views, fuck expensive food, fuck up Mr. Hood
If I am a vision, then I can see clearly
I’m struggling to focus, it’s getting hard to feel it
I rarely feel the ground, I really try to grip it
I’m really tired of trying, I want to just skip it

Skip, skip

[Outro: Tommy Cash]
La-la-la la, la-la-la la
La-la-la la, la-la-la la
La-la-la la, la-la-la la
La-la-la la, la-la-la la
La-la-la la, la-la-la la
La-la-la la, la-la-la la
La-la-la la, la-la-la la
Опа

TOMMY CASH & IC3PEAK - Cry

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January Sun

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My strap ons are being replaced with uniforms and icons. My government is total waste, laws are useless.

В 2014-м меня выпустили из тюрьмы и посадили в кровавую ванну. Аннексия Крыма, боевые действия на территории Украины, сбитый боинг, нападения на политических активистов (включая нас самих). Убийство Бориса Немцова. 

Я пробовала резать вены, вышло неубедительно. И хорошо - органы были бы рады, если бы я просто сама себя прикончила. Так появились Органы - свидетельство постоянного противостояния между жизнью и органами, которые убивают к чертям собачьим. И да, жизнь побеждает. Через смех, юмор, абсурд жизнь побеждает.

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There are a lot of ways how government could try suck on your energy and life. They could imprison you for singing. Or they could kill you for speaking up against them as they did with Russian anti-Putin politician Boris Nemtsov. They could close all independent media outlets. And they could control your body and sexuality. They could try to swallow your vitality and creativity. 

Do you really want to live in according to tradition? Do you want to make America or Russia great again? You don’t want to end unwilling pregnancies with an abortion, like Trump? Then cut your balls, motherfucker, and there will be no need for abortions. But leave my pussy alone and don’t touch me with your dirty tradition. Relax, man.

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Produced by David Andrew Sitek

Video: thanks to Kiev and I.M.
Photos: big love to Andrey Noskov & Alexandr Sofeev

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СБЕРБАНК

Hush, may I ask you all for silence?
The dreamer is still asleep
May the goddess keep us from single vision
And Newton's sleep
The dreamer is still asleep
The dreamer is still asleep
He's inventing landscapes in their magnetic field
Working out a means of escape
We'll cut across the crop circles
The seer says no
Not much time left for these escape attempts
Look at it this way
In ten years' time
Who'll care? Who'll even remember?
One dies like that, deep within it
Almost inside it
It's there for a reason
I'll give you my old address
And take that little book
To tear and cut the paper
The beginning is also the end
Time defines it, time defines it
It will end
Like close friendship
Nothing could be further
We forget the space between people and things
Is empty
We forget,…
Pressing into venerable degeneration
Such radiant pollution
The god with the silver hand surveys this vast contamination
The dreamer is still dreaming
The dreamer is still dreaming
In the heart of your heart
Your eye remains
Is that hurt you? Is that blister you call loveless?
Your whole life is a cold slow shock
Your whole life is a cold slow shock
Take all your time
Track the shabby shadow down
Through hissing mists of history
The dreamer is still dreaming
The dreamer is still dreaming
Hush, may I ask you all for silence?
Will he wake in time to catch the sunset?
Hush, may I ask you all for silent?

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