Текст песни Комба БАКХ - Фёдор Конюхов
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ПС. Аранжиру и разгон делал в музыкалке,спасибо Елисавете. Первым делом стал прописывать контрабас (бас-балалйка,мощный инструмент,гораздо интересней басухи,да простит меня старина Жако). Затем взял волторну (легальный симфонический диджериду!Специальная штука с солидным рэйверским низом!) -совсем здоровую и альт. Потом пошла виолончель. Великий инструмент,эх,блин!. Совершенно не понял,как надо водить смычком,да ещё и вибрато делать. Это неумение делать вибрато (да ещё и в ноту точно попасть!) запороло мне скрипочки. волынки какие-то орут вместо скрипочек! Якоже Путыны! Трубу первый раз прописали с сурдиной. прокачечная пискля-щипля? Это ж тема! джазовая,живая. После ночи мучений с дивными и непривычными инструментами пришлось долго разребать эту кучу звуков:) I wrote when I could not sleep, when I was preparing for confession (although it turned out only a day later - just because I could not sleep in time :). These are classic images "in the spirit of our Church" - the sea of life, erected in vain by the misfortunes of the storm. It so happened that the image of a lone traveler and sailor Fyodor Konyukhov converged with the images of many people scattered around the world and suffering from imaginary loneliness (although sometimes not imaginary). Now it is really hard and bad for many, and sometimes for me too. Everyone suffers - but there is no strength for a breakthrough, of course (although these forces will always be found to hang out and chat). This is how the sea of life of people spoils, sometimes falling into real storms - life, spiritual. And let the image of the Russian traveler serve as a good example for us! When he once again sailed somewhere far out in the open sea and no one was around (it is a well-known thing - he always swims alone) and he had acute appendicitis or something had rotted his hand, then Fyodor Konyukhov OPERATED HIMSELF. HERE MAN! HERE MAN! Let him serve as an example and a model of courage for us, the weak ones! This deeply religious hero, our contemporary and brother in Christ.
PS. Arranger and overclocking was done in the music studio, thanks to Elisabeth. The first step was to prescribe a contrabass (bass-balalaika, a powerful instrument, much more interesting than bass, may old Jaco forgive me). Then he took a voltorque (a legal symphonic didgeridoo! A special thing with a solid raver bottom!) - completely healthy and alto. Then came the cello. Great tool, eh, damn it !. I didn’t understand at all how to use the bow and even do vibrato. This inability to do vibrato (and even hit the note for sure!) Ruined my violins. some bagpipes shout instead of violins! Like Putyny! The pipe was prescribed for the first time with a mute. a high-quality squeaky nibble? Well this is a topic! jazz, live. After a night of torment with wondrous and unusual instruments, I had to sort out this heap of sounds for a long time :)
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