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Kingdom Went LP

by Ilya Krivo

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1.
Nothing Dead 03:49
There's nothing dead about the sea. There's nothing dead about the sea, Only the people that you see, Only the people that you see. The lowest point on the earth, I guess you get what you deserve. Well they're all in disease, Well they're all in disease. I'm sure there must be a hell, I'm sure there must be a hell, no. Eat the animals Smoke the plants Let the minerals save us. Save us. I'm sure there must be a hell, It's 4 km deep. About a century left. And every year it recedes. I'm sure there must be a hell, where they just just eat shit. The lowest point on the earth, I guess you get what you deserve. I'm sure there must be a Hell, I'm sure there must be hell, no. Eat the animals, Smoke the plants, Let the minerals save us
2.
Oh oh oh, Solomon's seal, above the city gates defying gravity. We don't just simply go to the holy land, but we rise, we rise, we rise, we rise. First stop is the gift shop. The tour guide is a blessing every Atom that she sees. But don't you cry just yet, oh no. Cause we got a special spot for you do that into. I step over my brother, shove my sister in the face. Get out of my way, for I've come to see the holy place. Stock up here on candles; get your oil too. There ain't nothing wrong with a sacrilegious zoo. Women are a crying, children gagged and bound. Plenty of blood here for everyone in which to drown. Priests denying private prayers at the time of mass. Well an angry mob it corners him and starts to whoop his ass. Well I step into the circle, Well I just cut in line. Who ate all the biscuits? And drank all the complimentary wine? We don't just simply go to the holy land, but we rise, we rise, we rise, we rise.
3.
Kingdom Went 04:04
Standing at the weeping wall, where each one thinks they hear a call. Let your master wash your feet. Make love through a cotton sheet. Kingdom Come and Kingdom Went, Now they're jacking up the rent. And if histories repeat themselves, I'll raise my voice and strike the bell. So behold. All your riches cannot stop, the rapid failing of your crops. You check for guns and check for knives. You confiscate a million lives. Kingdom Come and Kingdom Went, Now they're jacking up the rent. And if histories repeat themselves. Well i'll raise my voice and cast a spell. So behold. Now behold. Men and Women kept apart. Do you feel the splitting of your heart? All the creeds they gather here, all in love and all in fear. Kingdom Come and Kingdom Went, Now they're jacking up the rent. And if histories repeat themselves, well i'll raise my voice and strike the bell. So behold. Now behold. Now Behold. Now be whole.
4.
Golden Tulip 06:44
Golden Tulip, I've seen the war. Golden Tulip, I wanna see no more. I wanna see no more. Your faceless smile, your toothless meals. Your leveled city, rebuilt to the T. Your master pianist and your archives of death. Immobile soldiers, guarding the flame. Your gardens and statues of foreign affairs. Your sundial is shining on a peacock lake, Your camera's a clicking, your gold in a dish. Your conscience is emptied into the lime graves. Golden Tulip, I've seen the war. My golden tulip, I wanna see no more. I wanna see no more. Your space age names and your barbaric calls. Well you know it suits us, the resort to hotels. And now just the echo of the division bell, Your eyes to the heavens, Copernicus stars. Your practical crosswalks and your Reagan bust. Your filtration plants sealed like a prison. Your walls and your garrisons, your sore scraped knees, your jungle libraries and your walnut trees, your roundabouts and your dense smoking rooms, your lover locks, bound by the river, your old winding streets, sell you any everything. your emperor tourist, your sausage and beer. From my Golden Tulip, I’ve see the war. from my Golden Tulip, I wanna see no more. I wanna see no more.
5.
Make the Cut 06:08
C'mon old child, sit down here. Let me whisper secrets in your little ear. C'mon old son, spread them thighs. Radiance and glory, worry in your eyes. No need to forgive you, Mother I know. We had to make the cut, now we called it home. And if I was given a rifle to shoot, And if I had died, they would bury me, with the news. C'mon old child, stand up now. They will penalize you if you don't bow. C'mon old son, we had to escape, that radiation story, thievery and hate. There's no need to shame you, Papa I know, we had to raise the knife, now we called it home. But if I was given a button to press; and if not by my hand you'd die from the stress. And if I was given that sovereignty to save, and If I had died well they'd probably put me into, an unmarked grave. No need to forget you loved ones I know, we're on the other side but we know our home. And since i've been given a chance to survive, your doubts and your worries cast them aside. And since i've been given that sovereignty to save And when I do die, will you put me into... an unmarked grave?
6.
Dima 05:05
Well they locked him up for two years, for doing himself harm. Well he stuck it to the man, And he stuck it in his arm. He used to beat his mother, pack his things and run. Oh that poor nice woman, don't wanna lose another son. He said thank god that they had caught him, and straitened out his head. Left to his own demise, he'd probably be dead. He used to be so skinny, a vodka bottle neck. and he used to take amphetamines, he used to be wreck. He had read the bible about 1 4 times, what else can ya do when your doing time He wouldn't eat the food that they served him there, and his mother brought him lunches, the only one who cared. He said he had nine friends killed off by greed and hate. and he used to have a lover but he told her do not wait. Now he works on a farm smoking penny cigarettes, you can’t change nothing here, he’d drop a bomb instead. He thinks that it will escalate, all the fear and pain. The same shit will go down, there’s nothing you can gain. And if you leave your country, this land you will not miss. Now you can grow your hair long, and smoke the cannabis
7.
Mashrutka 04:26
Even when you cannot sleep, how the night it flies, with every breath. With every breath the floorboards creak like leather. In the early nights, you are a stranger among strangers, a wolf among the cats. Your eyes more dangerous than your paws. Well I had a dream where words lined up in some inevitable beauty. You told me this your brow was raised, higher than your tail. And days they would not end, like lonely sleepless nights, only anticipating phantoms. Their screams are like the kettle. Try to digest, ink, wood and metal. While the earth is cut down. In order to feed space. In life we pile atop each other, but in death our sovereignty, it lies side by side. In a vengeance so it seems, the only death, the only death that is worth it, is your own.
8.
Used To Live 05:42
Birds are singing 2 am Got my luggage in my hand Well I used to live in... In this heat I cannot sleep I am sweating out my feet. Well I used to live in... Yea I used to live in... Tonight. Breakfast is served... There’s Vodka, beer and Cognac on the table. Patiently we fight to speak, like the parrots in the trees. Well I used to live in... Old man smoking at the window “Now there’s something to remember” Well I used to live in… Breakfast is served... Haven't you heard... There’s Vodka, beer and Cognac on the table. Breakfast is served... Haven't you heard... Where is all the herb? There’s Vodka, beer and Cognac on the table. That’s where I used to live in... Tonight.
9.
You never liked me in the morning, I’m like a little falling star. You try my patience it is burning, I’m thinking just not what to do. I’m thinking not just what to do. I'm sitting on a strangers bed, but I got all my clothes on. I’m glad you had your fun, its like you don’t know us at all. You could have played the songs we love, you could have looked us in the eye. Instead you had to play with dogs, Instead you had to play with dogs. I put myself on a cross, I put myself in the ground. I wore all my favorite clothes, even my new green hat. I wore my grandmothers chain, and you were right I disappeared. Became a traveling man, didn’t know when I came home. No I didn’t want to come home. You keep a chiseling away, but the records they are proof. You got your head held high, there’s no need now to lower the noose. I tried to give you a ride, but I wouldn’t slow down. I thought that I was just bird, that you could watch from your window. I had that family recipe, burning in my guts. I was a drinking from the town well, well, sporting Mongolian leather. I was one with the thunder, you had to cover your ears. And all that your pretty eyes saw, a man a dancing with dogs. A man a dancing with dogs

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This work offers an epic allegory; a concept album about the human condition amidst war and religion, family history and immigration, love and misanthropy, and achievements and failures in acquiring knowledge and understanding.

Recorded at Monarch Studios in Vancouver BC.

Written, Produced and Mixed by Ilya Krivosheiko

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released June 8, 2019

Ilya Krivosheiko - Vocals, Mandolin, Guitars (with flares of harmonica, jaw harp and flute)

Martin Reisle - Cello, Harmonies (1,2)
Spencer Swarts - Batterie
John Evans - Pedal Steel (2)

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Indie folk with blues, country and world flavours.

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