America [EP]

by Voda-i-Ryba/FishandWater

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EP «America». Melancholic and warm, but nervous homage to the culture of the continent from New England to Mississippi. Dedicated to William Faulkner, Robert Frost, Edward Hopper and Grant Wood.


released August 20, 2014



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Dvanov Saint Petersburg, Russia

The band Dvanov was founded in Saint Petersburg (Russia) in 2015. The band’s style is the synthesis of psychedelic rock, blues and folk.
The band’s esthetics tends to little-known Russian “secret South” where the histories of 3000-year-old civilization, nomadic tribes, civil war, endless plains and hidden crimes meet.
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Track Name: Skip It
I’d better tell you about
invisible reasons restraining people.
Let me tell you: suffering gives rise to suffering.
It’s no too kind, but let us forget for a while
about the kindness. I did forget that ageing
would scarcely make us better.
Maybe you want me to tell you about coffee hills of oblivion?
Crushed stone of memory right away dropped to a canyon there.
It’s good that there were not any dreams. It’s bad that awoke
with harden abracadabra’s taste in the mouth.
Crumpled jacket with glued sleeves.
An evening square lit up on the inside.
Skip it.
We are all too sentimental here, and my
mind, as one Black remarked,
is really too rational.
Track Name: America
Go through a bluish hazy forest, covered
by centenary mist, by curvy granite
stones burning red, to empty seacoast
with whalers warming up their muscles
gone numb for idle months of nothing,
preparing to give themselves to vast space
that’s even huger than a whale.

Peer into dense and solid waves’ crests
entirely bestrewed with crumbs of marble,
peer into whirling gulls and beards of people
in crowd on the shore. A strip of coast
is melting in the grip of flow. Fall’s coming;
and time is softly covering the pebbles
the ocean and the deserted house.