I want something strange!

Hello, Andrey! February 18, 2003 (it was 00:04 then) Andrey Frolov in his letter to All wrote: AF> Again I want all kinds of notes/tabs/chords. AF> This time they demand from me the chords of Yanka Diaghileva's songs. AF> Please help! ─────────────────── ──────────────────── ─────────────────── ──────────────────── YANKA DYAGILEV ****QUIET Whirlpool**** Hm Em C G Hm For a rainy day - a tired dance of drunken eyes, holey hands Em C G Hm The second fell, the fourth sat down, the eighth was taken to the circle. Em C G Hm For wires from under the wheels, and for three letters from under the asphalt Am G Am Into the calm pool of a wild head. Em Hm Em Hm Cold sweat. The circles disperse. Iron horse. Protective color. Carved caterpillars in a row Attraction for beginners - horses fly in a circle, And the clockwork kaleidoscope rattles with crooked mirrors. The wheel turns faster To the sounds of the march, head off. The moth ate the flowered shawl. Three and seven on the cards And the bull, driving away flies with his tail, climbs up the hill with a heavy heart The billiard balls rolled in half from the collision On both sides,Yes, in the corners of space and latitude. And behind the fragments of display cases are scraps of festive outfits, And under the runners of the sleigh is the living flesh of other people's layouts. And behind the counter, a parrot takes tram tickets out of a hat To the nearest bridge, On a helicopter without windows and doors, Into the quiet pool of a wild head, The wheel rotates faster. YANKA DYAGILEV ****RIGA**** Em C G Am And you throw your words into my hole Throw your knives at my doors Throw handfuls of your peas at my walls Your grains - into the contaminated soil G D Am Em On the broken bushes there are shreds of flags On the broken lanterns there are broken loops On discolored eyes - cloudy glasses On the frozen ground - white stones Throw your beads in front of your upturned snout Throw empty wallets on the road Throw coins into striped caps Your songs - into the open abyss In my coal there is dried bread and cockroaches In my hole there are colored paints and a voice In my blood sand mixes with dirt And on the mattress are the hands of the year before last And behind the doors they dig holes for trees Children shoot cats with slingshots And cats cry and scream at the top of their lungs Cats fall into empty wells And you throw your words into my hole Throw your knives at my doors Throw handfuls of your peas at my wallsYour grains - into the contaminated soil YANKA DYAGILEV ****ON TRAM RAILS**** Em C Am Em And we will go with you and take a walk along the tram rails Em C Am Em Let's sit on the pipes at the beginning of the ring road Em Am C Em Our warm wind will be black smoke from the factory chimney Em Am C Em The yellow plate of the traffic light will be the guiding star If we succeed, we won’t return to the cage until nightfall. We must be able to bury ourselves in the ground in two seconds To remain lying there when gray cars drive towards us Taking with them those who did not know how and did not want to wallow in the mud If we have time, we will continue our journey crawling along the sleepers You will see the sky, I will see the earth on your soles We will have to burn our clothes in the oven if we return If we are not met at the door by blue caps If they meet you, keep quiet because we were walking along the tram rails This is the first sign of crime or schizophrenia And from the portrait “Iron Felix” will smile at us It will be very accurate, it will be very fair Punishment for walking on tram rails A fair punishment for walking on tram rails They will kill us for walking on tram railsThey will kill us because you and I walked along the tram rails YANKA DYAGILEV ****DECLASSIFIED ITEMS**** Dm Gm B A Declassed elements in the first row They must be given everything in first class Their first class in the school of life will be prison. And by the eighth they will be posthumously accepted into the Komsomol Ten steps from here the traffic light was blinking Yellow light for two minutes to end the rains And in the underground passage turn left And in the underground corridor the lights go out The corridor between the fences through the corpses of centuries Through years and storms, through the work of fathers Through shots and explosions, through emptiness In two minutes you can contrive to skip a mile By the prickly dots, by the eyes of the leaders There, outside, a dead cold through the tears of rain On orders to beat infection from underground holes According to the great order to build the old world Declassed elements in the first row They must be given everything in first class Their first class in the school of life will be prison. And by the eighth they will be posthumously accepted into the Komsomol YANKA DYAGILEV ****MY SADNESS**** Dm G C Am I repeat ten times and again: Nobody knows how bad I feel... And the TV is hanging from the ceiling, And how bad it is for me - no one knows. This whole thing is so fucked upThat I want to start again from the beginning. The verse is sad, it’s like that again I repeat “how I feel bad.” === Cut === Vega/ex-Style Group. FIDO: 2:5030/1006.19 ZXNET: 500:812/19 E-mail: vega56@mail.ru

____ | | /___ | February 19, 2003 | | |/| ||< > | | Dear Vlad Sotnikov shouted | | | |/||/ | | into the void: “I want something strange!!”... | | / | . The echo answered him and I... AF>> This time they ask me for the chords of Yanka Diaghileva's songs. AF>> Please help! VS> YANKA DYAGILEV [sniff!] A big THANK YOU! 8) Our paths will cross again.

*** Regarding the letter found in the echo MY_MAIL Hello, Andrey! February 20, 2003 (it was 00:20 then) Andrey Frolov in his letter to Vlad Sotnikov wrote: AF>>> This time they ask me for the chords of Yanka Diaghileva’s songs. AF>>> Help, please! VS>> YANKA DYAGILEV AF> THANK YOU SO MUCH! 8) As always, please :) Who else on this network besides me will help you in this will it help? :) Vega/ex-Style Group. FIDO: 2:5030/1006.19 ZXNET: 500:812/19 E-mail: vega56@mail.ru

____ | | /___ | February 21, 2003 | | |/| ||< > | | Dear Vlad Sotnikov shouted | | | |/||/ | | into the void: “I want something strange!!”... | | / | . The echo answered him and I... AF>>>> Help, please! VS >>> YANKA DYAGILEV AF>> THANK YOU SO MUCH! 8) VS> As always, please :) Who else is on this network besides VS> will I help you with this? VS> :) Also Sasha Kolotukhin. Only he helps with non-soap. :) For which a huge THANK YOU to him too! G) Our paths will cross again.