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Turahtan (Ersatz-Opera)

INTRODUCTION

Ivan: 

Here is Turahtan, the Ersatz-Opera with dedications to our lost generation...

It is modestly personalized by:  
Sasha, a Russian Writer; 
Turahtan, The Man-Bird,
Costa, Somebody Permanently Drunk...

And Me, Ivan, a Student Forever...
Special thanks for kind supports of Up, Down and other Voices. Real assistance of
Radio has been kindly appreciated!

METAMORPHOSIS

Ivan:

Ones in the evening earlier or later
Me, just a student, call me Ivan
Walking along the main street of the city,
Yes, on the reason nothing to do!
Buildings and houses melding in darkness,
Sunset is falling higher and bloody.
I slowly read these sudden graffiti,
They have appeared on brown clouds.

Night in the Country!
The truth is nothing!
Money and the power!
Revelation!

There are two persons stepping towards me,
Are you sure nobody wants them?
Firstly. A fan of the Heavy Metal
Famous loafer named Costa Vodka.
Wearing a hardly used jeans jacket
Decorated by chains and medals,
He is rattling as machinery.
But I like it. That's so noisy!

The second as well is especially pretty
The man who is tall and so blue eyed,
On bird legs he looks as a chicken.
Seems so strange, but I don't care!
Rock'N'Roll is with me. I know it!
And it's immortal for forever.
In the future... I mean tomorrow
Many things in the night unclear!

Costa:

That's me, I'm Costa, your friend,
We are all ways in touch.
Yes, every day and night time
I have to drink so much!
Full suitcase of vodka 
I've got with me.
And one my mate is here. 
Listen and see!

Turahtan is the stranger's name,
A very good name for a bird migrating,
He even changes his legs this way...

Ivan:

How this move has happened?

Turahtan:

Nobody, even doctors 
Will not explain.
Nobody likes to stop it, 
Nothing to say!
This is my stupid nightmare, 
I can't believe.
Only I dream to rid it, 
Rid to relief!

One day my nails quickly turned to claws
And foot of a bird I'd seen very clear.
Now even feathers would slowly grow...
Why I'm afraid my dear?

Costa:

I know you have a good friend, 
The man I like to drink with!
Recently, Sasha's his name, you've said. 
He is a writer, isn't?
I claim right now that vodka 
Works as a time machine,
Drink it and you are out,
Out of time within!

Ivan:

Sasha is so busy every day.
He writes a book on Arthur Brown.
May be he is dreaming to get today
A Publicist King Crown.

Costa: 

This seems so good and in time. 
Visit him now!
Some vodka for a creator
Is just a fuel above!
I heard he's an intelligent
And pretty silent.
We can help, one moment!
To grow his talent.

ANGEL KEEPER

Ivan:

Angel Keeper, what to do? This is me, but who are you?
Generations take a fix crossing deadly river Styx.
Pure fathers tell us lies no God on empty skies!
Country built on bones blood. They've forgot. Who's really sad?

Generations spilling down! Politicians selling towns!
Two plus two they say is three! Paranoia's high degree! 
Angel Keeper, that's my plea, leave me out to be free!
Destiny is for myself, I'm afraid you will not help!


IMAGINARY FLIGHT TO LONDON

(Ring bell of a door)

Ivan:

Hello, Sasha, I'm with my friends.
I'm sure, you're glad to see us here!
This man is Costa, the vodka keeper and
Turahtan is the person near.

Sasha:

I am not crazy but I well know him,
He has appeared my nightmare monster!
Well, he is coming to my daydream
And I can't push him to fly down stair!

I know he'll start now up from the city into the sky.
This is too dangerous but dignified, not easy flight,
The special trip just straight to London through foggy pall
And he will fly so proudly, strongly as a sea gull!

He must in London to meet the man
To bring my message that's very clear,
"Galactic Zoo" will continue then.
You must be ready! Please fly my dear!

Yes, Arthur Brown will be the person tells our dove
What is the answer of the main question, we don't know now.
Today the wisdom of any nation is very down
And no prophet will be accepted in his own town!

VODKA ROCK'N'ROLL

Costa:

For your heart and your soul
This is Vodka Rock'N'Roll!
In the future, in the past 
Each your glass is not the last!
Don't talk and don't think,
Don't move! Drink and drink!

Are you out? Are you in?
This is Russian time machine!
I will tell you, can you trust 
How many days have passed?
Weeks and months have gone? Oh, Yes!
Just awake in a many years!

Sorry, I forgot to say,
This should work but just one way!
I can show you no lie,
Perfect path to burn your time!
Welcome, friend, tramp a rake!
Can you try to turn it back?

SISYPHUS

Sasha:

Hey, Sisyphus! Move your stone,
Do the job be proud!
And as nude as you was born
Naked go out.

An old writer, that's my pride,
I read one his letter:
Can you leave and never write?
Don't write that's better.
As a literature man
I should write for leaving,
And the reaches will stop me then.
Would I be forgiving? 

Hey, Sisyphus! Move your stone,
Do the job be proud!
And as nude as you was born
Naked go out.

CREEPING

Radio:

(Noise)

Aer mahich, 
Aer mahich, 
Aer mahich. 
Keskel Bana!

(Noise - part of Internal Messenger, Galactic Zoo)

(Noise)

All you need is money!
All you need is money!
All you need is money!
Money is all you need!

(Noise)

Vse vishe, ie vishe, ie vishe
Stremim mi poliot nashih ptits,
I v kajdom propellere dishit
Spokoistvie nashih granits.

(Noise)

Voice:

I'm creeping. I'm crawling. I'm climbing.
I seem as a man, not reptile,
In my fashion suit I'm wearing.
Please look at my honest blue eyes!
A huge capitol from my country
I want to invest in the West.
I'm ready for business and banking,
I'm offering only the best!

I've killed all my mucus by DEO,
My stamp six, six, six is too small!
I'm sure you have not seen ever 
Who easy is paying for all! 
From now I will leave in your city
I'll show you the reason and why.
Do you need a bribe? It is pity.
I just want your soul to buy!

The Passion Play passed for a long time
And trumpets blew just for a while.
Away hardly rode four horsemen. 
You know that my truth is the lie?
The forefathers followed the dragon,
Assisting to kill millions.
Repentance is nonsense for proud
And I don't care at all.

I'm creeping. I'm crawling. I'm climbing.
I seem as a man, not reptile,
In my fashion suit I'm wearing...
Please look at my honest fish eyes!

Voices:

We're creeping. We're crawling. We're climbing.
We seem as men, not reptiles,
In my fashion suit I'm wearing.
Please look at my honest fish eyes!

Down voice:

Coming, coming on DEBACKLE!
Coming, coming on DEBACKLE!

THE CITY

Up voice:

The city comes down out of heaven
As pure clear crystal glass,
Foundation stones are as jewels
Have built forever to the last.
The highest walls are brightly shining,
As pearls on glitter diamond gates,
And golden streets so straight on running,
As lines, just perfectly and straight.

And there is the silver garden,
All leafs on trees are emeralds. 
A river clean is running down,
And flowers are pretty bright.
But golden houses are empty,
You can't see people on the streets.
The city sleeps and calmly waiting.
All sleeps and waiting. That is it.

Ivan:

This city is not for you!
This city is not for you...

EXTERNAL MESSENGER

Voice:

Late, late, late, late...

Sasha:

Many people working hard no force for any art,
Now for better tidings start I am in the way.
I would like to write a book. It is very simple, look!
I believe they will forget troubles every day.

Voice:

Wait, wait, wait, wait...

I would like to write a song. Maybe it can break your chase,
It can be just as your friend helps in any case.
Please forget your daily race, maybe it will come always
And tomorrow you will face dawn of happy days!

Voice:

When, when, when, when...

Ivan:

There was a man slowly walking along a dirty secondary street of East London. 
The man was not young and remains of his hair, so strong, long and perfect 
in the past, was thin and grey. Unfortunately he was not looking up to the 
foggy sky, where a small black dot has been moving under a dark cloud. A 
miserable useless bird was completing its heavy long flight and hardly felt 
with a sudden dump sound near the walker. The red helpless dieing eye was 
looking to the man weakly. The man had carefully stepped the body over. 
This was not recognised who really was this man... Arthur Brown knows nothing 
about our message... 

Turahtan is the stranger's name,
A very good name for a bird migrating,
He even changes his legs this way...
How this move has happened?

One day his nails quickly turned to claws
And foot of a bird he'd seen very clear.
Now even feathers would slowly grow...
This is the end, my dear!

(All titles are written* and composed* by Vincent in 1987 and re-written 
in 2011. *Excluding Vodka Rock'N'Roll, traditional rock music based on concept 
idea of Alexey P. (Peva) in 1972, and something else taken from Radio 
with Aer Mahich by Sasha C... in 1975).

Vincent - acoustic guitar, vocals
Victoria - vocals

(p) 2011 Turahtan