"Wait, don't go, stay with me I can't go alone yet / In the dark so many witches drink kerosene..." (translation)
The cagey post punk hypnotic sway and turmoil of "Постой" (WAIT), by independent Russian artist Mark Ohai, feels wistful and melancholy. Listening and not being a speaker of the Russian language I have a sense, as vague as it probably is, of a Russian Gypsy waltz sped up to a sprint filtered through early 80's new wave and 90's post punk. At first the foreign nature left me feeling a bit lost but the musical melodies inside WAIT and the evocative vocal presence kept tapping me on the shoulder. A GOOGLE translation (as unreliable as it can be) had me lost (in a good way) within the curious poetry of the lyrics and it's mysterious nature.
"Wait, don't go, stay with me I can't go alone yet In the dark so many witches drink kerosene Everywhere the toothy mouth opened the evil Jabberwocky
Don't tell me - boy don't look Flowers bloom, sharp knives sparkle And somewhere in between you disappear If you don't stay, take it with you
A hundred years will pass, or maybe more years I'll sort out the heaps of mountains on the shelves Star dust on boots, lilac, scar, gun The world is always changing, but one day I won’t succeed
In the far distance, where there is no light Where the cold makes your teeth chatter You burn a big fire and wait Hello, hello! How are you? Hello!"
Don't tell me - boy don't look Flowers bloom, sharp knives sparkle And somewhere in between you disappear If you don't stay, take it with you
A hundred years will pass, or maybe more years I'll sort out the heaps of mountains on the shelves Star dust on boots, lilac, scar, gun The world is always changing, but one day I won’t succeed
In the far distance, where there is no light Where the cold makes your teeth chatter You burn a big fire and wait Hello, hello! How are you? Hello!"
Again, I don't know how well GOOGLE handled the translation but I include them for what it is worth and here for any Russian speakers.
Постой, не уходи, побудь со мной
Я не могу ещё идти одинВо тьме так много ведьм пьют керосин
Везде зубастый рот открыл злой Бармаглот
Не надо говорить мне - мальчик не смотри
Цветут цветы, сверкают острые ножи
И где-то между исчезаешь ты
Не остаёшься, так с собой возьми
Пройдёт сто лет, а может больше лет
Я кучи гор на полках разберу
Звёзд пыль на сапогах, сирень, шрам, пистолет
Мир меняется всегда, а у меня, однажды, не получится
В далёкой дали, там, где света нет
Где холод от холода зубом стучит
Большой костёр ты жгёшь и ждёшь
Привет, привет! Ну как дела? Привет!"
Anyway the off kilter vocal countenance by Ohai works well with the inherent sadness of the musical bed and there is something about foreign language songs that seem to, at times, bury themselves in my brain. Maybe it is because the song can, ultimately, be about anything and my mind's eye can go anywhere it wishes to go.
Ohai says this:
[This track and the entire album were influenced by post-punk, the ghostly glow of “Plan 9 from Outer Space”, and the whale that swam into the Thames in 2006.]
-Robb Donker Curtius
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Independent Russian musical artist Mark Ohai
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Independent Russian musical artist Mark Ohai
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