It seems like we were here together just yesterday. As if these had not been thirty long years. I walk again along the evening promenade, my face is blown by the wind, which brings the same salty taste from the sea. Cars are twinkling around.
Time seemed to freeze here forever. Despite the past years, the old-fashioned neon sign of the same roadside shop still winks, and inside everything is almost at the same places as that summer. I find and take the same marmalade that we took then and ... Oh my goodness! I see a video cassette with the same naive, stupid cartoon, which then amused us so much. About crazy space terraforming robots. Yes, yes, now I recall this ridiculous children's name: "Destruction Crew". Today, like thirty years ago, I take this tape from the shelf and go to the cash register.
Once again on the street, I understand that I feel as if unknown forces gave me the opportunity to return to my youth for a short time. To those days when you and I were only sixteen, and we spent all the holidays loitering around this seaside quarter. How youthfully and recklessly I was in love with you then! But i couldn't find the courage to tell you at least something about it. I thought there was still so much time ahead, and maybe even you will understand everything by yourself. Ludicrous teenage shyness ...
And then the summer ended, and each of us left for our city. We parted as if a wave had broken on the shore. Then I did not regret anything, because all life was ahead. And now, thirty years later, I'm here again. Now I understand clearly more than ever that since then I have never been able to truly fall in love with anyone. If only i could rewind everything like a cartoon on a videotape! If only i could...
I'm on the couch in a cheap motel with sea view. I brew cheap coffee that gives out with unroasted grains, put marmalade on a plate, insert the same video cassette into the ancient video double and press the "Play" button. Everything is as then. Everything ... except you. In a reckless outburst, I grab a tube of a hotel telephone that has faded from time to time and dial the same number that you wrote down on my notebook that last summer day, painting a funny curved face below. I hear a call signal. Holding my breath, I'm waiting...
credits
released August 8, 2019
Pavel Durnikov — music and arrange (1, 2, 4); lyrics (4); vocals (1, 4, 5)
Pavel Volkov — music and arrange (3, 5, 6); lyrics (1, 5); mixing (3, 5)
Anton Biessonov — guitar (3); mixing (3, 5); saxophone recording (3, 5)
Dmitry 'Mityay' Baystruchenko — saxophone (3, 5)
Cover: Pavel Durnikov
Released by Distorted Synth. All rights belong to composers.
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supported by 4 fans who also own “Marmalade & Cartoons (EP, 2019)”
Get in the car, we are going back to a neon dream of soft lights, cool nights and good times. These synths and drums will have you grooving and remembering so vividly it will bring a tear to your eye, a time machine of an album! Elvendandelion
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