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ЩЕНКИ - Шрамы

Пылают прошлого огни
Сжигая место наших встреч
Не увести тебя от них
Не удержать и не сберечь

Ветер сорвет последний лист
И ты исчезнешь, словно тень
Я словно лист, падаю вниз
Чтобы остаться в темноте

Прости мне, милая, прости
Все обещания спасти
Легкую дрожь холодных рук
Сладкую ложь манящих губ

Прости мне, милая, прости
Вот мы у самой пропасти
Все, что от нас осталось - только
В памяти острые осколки

Слепая осень и печаль
Холодный город сеет гул
Лаская пылью на плечах
Врезая в память влажность губ

И в отражениях витрин
Мне всюду виден твой портрет
Оставшись в комнате один
Я так хотел... Но тебя нет

Прости мне, милая, прости
Все обещания спасти
Легкую дрожь холодных рук
Сладкую ложь манящих губ

Прости мне, милая, прости
Вот мы у самой пропасти
Все, что от нас осталось - только
В памяти острые осколки

Электроптицы- Осколки

Лиры

🎸 Scousers Scouse – For those who don’t speak the Queen’s English, but own every room they shout in.

This ain’t just a track. It’s a full English with extra sass — served on toast, wrapped in chip paper, and hollered straight from County Road to your eardrums. With jangly riffs brighter than the Blackpool lights and lyrics sharper than your nan’s side-eye, this is Merseyside’s answer to musical therapy.

⚓ Expect:
– Guitars jangle like stolen Aldi trolleys on cobblestones
– Lyrics that punch like a pub quiz argument
– A chorus that wears a footie scarf in summer
– And a dialect so thick you’ll need subtitles and a pint

💬 For fans of:
– Talking too fast, too proud, and too loud
– Tunes with backbone and shell suits with history
– Bands who say “la” more than “love”

Whether you're born on the banks of the Mersey or just wish your voice had a bit more swagger, “Scousers Scouse” is your anthem. It doesn’t whisper. It declares.

🎶 Dead proud. Dead funny. Dead boss.
💥 Press play — or get out me pub.

Lyrics:

Aye, I don’t chat posh, don’t need no frills
Me words come loud like Anfield thrills
Say “alright, la?” in the corner shop
And me vowels bounce mad like a dodgy bop

Me nan says I’ve got gob like me da
Talkin’ boss nonsense from here to Fazak
I don’t do grammar, I do heart
With a Scouse beat soundin’ dead smart

🎶 Scousers scouse — dead proud, y’know
With a voice like rain on County Road
We don’t whisper, we declare
Proper sound, we’re everywhere

Scousers scouse — la, that’s the way
From Lark Lane sun to Kirkby grey
We don’t speak, we proper shout
Scousers scouse — no messin’ about 🎶

She said, “Yer sound mad, can’t understand”
I said, “Try learnin’ with a pint in yer hand”
We don’t do quiet, we don’t do shy
We say “ta-ra” with a wink in the eye

Grew up with tunes an’ footie shirts
Dead proud of me roots, and the Scouse it hurts
But we laugh it off with chip shop slang
And a deadpan jab from me uncle Frank

🎶 Scousers scouse — built on jokes
In shell suits, boots, and smokey pokes
Boss at banter, soft at heart
Scouse chat’s proper workin’ class art

Scousers scouse — with jangle in step
Talkin’ dead fast with nothin’ left
But pride and chips and songs we hum —
Scousers scouse, we don’t play dumb 🎶

We don’t say much — just say it loud
In Aldi queues or footie crowds
And if yer don’t get it, that’s your loss
Cos Scousers scouse — and we’re dead boss

🎶 Scousers scouse — we make it rhyme
Outta pain, outta laughs, outta tea-time grime
We talk like tales in a taxi ride
Scousers scouse — full Mersey pride 🎶

So if I sound like the telly’s broke
It’s just me sayin’ — I’m sound, no joke

Scousers Scouse

🔥 “That’s How We Love” – Indie Rock × Jangle Pop × Post-Punk heartbreak for emotionally gifted pyromaniacs.

Ever tried to hug someone so hard you both fell apart like a poorly-assembled IKEA chair? That’s this song.

💔 What’s inside?
– Guitars jangling like nervous confessions in a therapy group
– Lyrics stitched together from burned journals, broken promises, and one very poetic paper cut
– Drums that sound like your inner child screaming into a pillow
– And yes, a chorus that kisses you, then ghosts you, then comes back with an apology playlist

🎯 Perfect for:
– Crying in your bathroom mirror and rating your tears by aesthetic
– Loving too much and explaining it with astrology
– Whispering “I’m fine” like it’s a punk anthem

🛠️ You’ll hear the sound of holding on too long, letting go too late, and calling it growth because your therapist said so. Also: velvet scars, busted spoons, and doves that need a union rep.

This is romantic damage, wrapped in guitar reverb and poetic delusion.

✨ Go ahead. Press play.
Ruin your day... beautifully.

Lyrics:

That's how we love
With cracked up hands and crooked grace
Serve it hot then leave no trace
We sip the spark, we bruise the bloom
And call it love
(Hey)
Still call it love

Giving hurt when hearts are thin
We pass the light but bleed it in
No roadmap here, no cruel intent
Just echoes moving through cement
We try to hold, not break apart
But holding tight can crack a heart
We meant the warmth, not all this sting
But even doves can lose their wing
To give it all
And take it back
To fill a soul
And leave a crack

That's how we love
With busted spoons and velvet scars
It starts with hope, ends behind bars
We drink the burn, we taste the gloom
And call it love
We still call it love

Like ink we drop in open seas
We drift through warm uncertainties
We hold the light then let it fall
Walk barefoot through the broken all
To breathe a risk, to speak a flame
A smile can sting, a glance can maim
But what's the game to never leap
Or dive through fire and swim in deep
Don't fear the bruise
It's how we heal
Don't blame the taste
It made it real

This is our way
To give, to fall, to still return
To love through ash, to breathe and burn
To risk the scar, to call it bliss
A maze of grace we can't resist

That’s How We Love (Indie Rock Version)

HER name is Amy - TheAbiffSolaris

Texts/music -- Electroforez, ex. 6: music -- Electroforez, text -- K. Nikitin (Stanislavsky)

recorded at one of the villages near Tosno-town

mixing/mastering -- The Drumkilla

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Перемотка - Встречная

Щенки - Уходи если хочешь

Hi there — welcome to my corner of the web.

I’m here for one simple reason: to share my music with you.
Take a listen, explore, and I hope something here resonates with you. Enjoy the vibe!

Scousers Scouse

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