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The firsrt single "Stained​-​Glass Windows​/​Galactica" out now! Listen on soundcloud and download here: http://itstopstoday.bandzoogle.com/music Music by Sergey Steblyov and Arseniy Ilnitsky (Illhz or Low Pulse). Lyrics by Sergey Steblyov. Artwork by Anastasia Tarkhanova and Sergey Steblyov. Lyrics: 1. Stained-Glass Windows

Took your weight off my walls, so my stained-glass windows are in

Full, full growth, full, full growth. 

And I like

Dank golden autumns, cold-ass winters

Breaking all of my oaths

And watching those who bite my throat.

Now it's illegal to be part of those who ain't no part of you

You ain't got me, I'm the sun at the sunset at the seaview

And It's illegal to be part of those who ain't no part of you

Ran out of evidence, for my eyebrows you gotta pardon me Might regret in future 'bout this trip to the white noise

But in mu church Freedom comes and all of them bishops pull out the toys

Dead are all summers like dead are all nude bodies 

Better never see the white skin, wait for autumn, add more clothes

Dumb sunny days had better never come after night studies Got your hands off,

How you had taken off

Now those who ain't gouged away and ain't shot yet away,

Are sought

Still I feed self-esteem with cries and moans

And maybe that is weak of me and mean of me but I got used to.

Funny is your guess-work, 

Should have been paid in deutsch marks And still hard To tell it from that dogs' bark.

Stained-glass, sorry, I hurt you but Thought you're my virtual  All for that honey

Stained-glass, sorry, I'm plastic as  Beaches, and only past  Somehow can touch me.

Stained-glass, sorry, I hurt you but Thought you're my virtual  All for that honey

Stained-glass, sorry, I'm plastic as  Beaches, and only past  Somehow can touch me.

Now those who ain't gouged away and ain't shot yet away,

Are sought

Ain't gouged away

Watching Mister Ripley, Sipping Guiness Stout,

Talking with Faust and Hamlet and all them others in doubt

They would understand me if I told 'em how I feel about

All the factories of faith by the end of a season sold out.

And two were smoking in my mouth and to stop it I was unable Back then should have understood we're all desperately unfaithful

Used to mash up my adressees and being heavily retrospective

Got one more ugly thing to say: gothics made effective, so I'm like 

Stained-glass. Sorry, I hurt you but

Thought you're my virtual  All for that honey

Stained-glass, sorry, I'm plastic as  Beaches, and only past  Somehow can touch me.

Stained-glass, sorry, I hurt you but

Thought you're my virtual  All for that honey

Stained-glass, sorry, I'm plastic as  Beaches, and only past  Somehow can touch me.

2. Galactica

We struggle just where we hang out The list of choices is that short tonight. In every foreign country looking for my own one We're on sight. Who needs a fridge in exchange for cloudbreakers and spaceships and ground-shakers who could bring hell down? Now I'm my own cloudbreaker under the rule of damn lakers and ambassadors paid for clouds. So we exchanged lives and deaths for architecture I got love for now. So we exhanged the songs with the meanings to the songs without meanings and that was right 'cause

I think I love all of this so much I could speak Italian.

Walk out of the apartment see another galactica outta here

See, I'm just afraid of my own language and I sing my fear 

I see you're not afraid of little damage, wanna be my compatriot?  I hold this liquor and I hold this kir, kir, kir, kir

Maybe you thought of me better, my speech is not coherent.

What the doctor says, huh? 

"Can you sleep my dear at all?"

My stream of consciousness, your armored train of thoughts,

Every time we walk out the apartment another galactica outta here, see

All the spaceships are replaced by planes

That we're riding again and again

Leaving beloved country for which we got hatred.

Girl, wanna be my compatriot?

Girl, wanna be my compatriot?

Girl, wanna be my compatriot?

By the will of summoned comissariat I close borders and you're my compatriot, girl.

Who needs a fridge in exchange for cloudbreakers and spaceships and ground-shakers who could bring hell down? Now I'm my own cloudbreaker under the rule of damn lakers and ambassadors paid for clouds. So we exchanged lives and deaths for architecture I got love for now. So we exhanged the songs with the meanings to the songs without meanings and that was right 'cause

I would always love the way you walk across the country, hold a bottle, you know

And for all the text messages the readers are so subtle, you know

And dark bathrooms from childhood and the lights turned off  Sometimes prefer them instead of those with self-proclaimed photomodels, you know