Sing along

Мария Послеханова
SING ALONG
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She is about
23,
the tongues reveal she’s
27
and she’s meant to have
endeavors

So what is just
a sort of change
for an artist to become
a model
she’s got to see
the total

What if we all become models?
What if we all become singers?
What if we all ache to be winners?

I wish she knew
the answers
to all of the questions
cited above
I wish she saved
her love


2009

*

Two vodka-tonics and I'm done
The party has not yet begun
There is a face you can not run
It's my initial spurt

The party has not yet begun
Everything's to be set and done
It's inescapable and it's no fun
So be alert

There is someone I did no harm
It's him to be soon in my arms,
And I wish it was you
It hurts

2010
 
*

The things you were trying to tell me
The things you were trying to say
The things you were trying to whisper
They sway
From my balcony
From my balcony
Like some asian dragon looking chains

2015

*

“Think big, think bigger,
the world’s not a village.
You love a thief,
but don’t you love the villain”.

Is that what you said to me?
‘cause if yes, you can take it back.
My words do not come for free:
my heart skips a beat to each track.

“Be bright, get brighter.
You can’t stay beneath the shade”.
But if you needed a fighter,
I’m better off this game.

Is this what you got from me?
Is it clearly understood?
‘cause if yes, I can’t take it back.
And I guess that I never would.

“Take back, wear black,
your words are a jumpsuit
you should take off
before it’s too late”.

Well, off taken your plane
instead of a white shirt
you wore on stage
on that exact date.

Is that what we’ve come to?
Is it that flat?
Futile yet ferocious
and making me sad?

Is any place left for a change in your head?

For a compromise eye to eye yet unsaid?


2017

*

Out of nowhere
this tune bursts,
regardless of its
being useless or worth
its being in vain
or in time –
you turn to the wall,
I caress your spine

Lay like this for ages
As if ‘ve been laying like this for ages

Into the day
this dream turns,
into the race,
awkward and absurd
Despite of its being
timeless and fine
as things come and go
our friendship dies

So lay like this for ages,
as if you’re meant to lay for ages,

you do

Lay like this for ages,
as if ‘ve been laying like this for ages,

please, do

Lay like this for ages,
as now laying, to hell with ages,

you’re through


2019

*

Some dig for the old shit,
some dig for the new.
You may controvert,
say, chacun a son gout.

But how do you know
your audience that good?
Do you believe I got
“old shit” out of the blue?

Well, I ran a research
Heard it on the grapevine
Does your vape has what it takes
to make it now shine? –

and do you ever think
a bit longer than you suck?
Or longer than the backlight
of the screen is out?

Oh, come on, everybody
craves for the feed-back
With plenty of the emojis
emotions we do lack

We also lack style
and so now do I
We lack the new too
We do not compromise

We better change it sooner,
for our skills’ sake
Each one of three’s a star,
each one of two’s a fake

They use to fake whatever –
old friendship or new line
But healthy nerve’s seen through
And luckily it’s mine

And luckily it’s yours
And luckily it’s theirs
All gotta move on
Luckily it’s yours

2019