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Praha 8 Za Vodárnou 1
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by Alexander Piterskiy
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Digital Album
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- about
- “Praha 8 Za Vodárnou 1” is a real address in Prague. There you can find a hotel of Academy of Sciences of the Czech Republic, which the author was living in for 10 months in 2008/2009 and where all the tracks included in the album were composed. All six. Songs 7-14 are bonus tracks which have been composed within last three years.
- credits
- released 27 July 2009
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- tags: electroacoustic experimental czech republic electronic instrumental
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- Some rights reserved
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Suddenly for himself Alexander Piterskiy was born in the summer of 1986 in a place no longer on the map, Leningrad, USSR. By ... more the age of 13 he had gotten the idea that music could be his way of his life. Like many children that age he dreamed of having a guitar and a puppy, but he was getting high marks in physics and math, so his parents gave him only the puppy. less
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- Track Name: Dance if you believe
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In Russian:
Я - в центре Вселенной,
сжатый осознанием себя в точку.
И вовсе мир не вращается вокруг меня,
это просто я замкнут в его вращении.
Шаги, как стены, что вырастают в ритме вальса...
Эй, кто танцует вкруг безнадёжно спящего?
И всё бы ничего, но хотелось бы тишины,
совсем немного, буквально на пару тактов.
А спящий, что спятивший, - он тоже видит не то, что все.
Первым взмахом своих ресниц, он рушит мир, в который недавно верил,
и звёзды которого помещали его в центр своего бега,
недостижимый для них; и вкруг - раз-два-три, раз-два-три...
