TEN SONGS: NOVA GUARDIA
Image © Eugene Syprun
In the first of our Ten Songs series, Eugene Syprun of Nova Guardia shares ten pieces of music that have had a lasting impact upon him.
1
SUICIDE
Ghost Rider (live)
Almost all the time in my life, I was surrounded by children who wanted to grow up faster. They wanted so much to live and to behave like adults. They were always hurrying. Now they do what they are supposed to do. They left me alone in order to play games. It’s all about acceptance, anyway.
2
SUICIDE
New City
It feels like this in complete silence. New times. I feel only ruins. Only the past, but some small amount of light in the end.
3
FAD GADGET
Lady Shave
Some frightening moments can break in. Feelings of outside pressure. In fact, any society can be excluded.
You always know what you want.
4
IMCP
Psychopath Gospel
Eugene, circa 2010, Sevastopol.
Lots of images, lots of ideas lie on a surface.
When you see something lying on a surface, you should ask yourself - is it a lie?
Lies do what they are supposed to do.
There’s no need to move perpendicular, when you can do it in parallel.
Just walk when you walk. Talk when you talk. Feel when you feel.
Maybe there’s some medicine to put you in a right frame of mind. But sometimes, it’s better just to talk and to feel.
To talk about what you feel and to feel what you do.
5
GENESIS P-ORRIDGE
When I Was Young
Reasons to look in a mirror.
I miss the reflection.
6
TONE SET
Life Is Busy
Life is busy and so are we.
I miss myself being free.
7
THE EXITS
Apathy
When this feeling is lost, from time to time, something is needed to remind us about sincerity.
I miss myself being real.
8
Алексей Вишня
Вурдалаков Гимн
I miss myself being romantic
and the time when it felt right.
9
WILLIAM BURROUGHS
One God Universe
This can happen when you least expect it to happen and when it happens, it can take ages to happen, but it finally happens. The mind shouldn’t be focused outside.
I miss myself being calm.
10
AIR
La Femme D’Argent
I already saw the ground just in front, being vertical. I forgot everything and saw a nightmare dance of some mannequin dolls. No more power to do it anymore.
I will be missing myself, can’t remember whether I had this feeling or not. But it can play again and again, reminding one about how things are temporary and about some imperfections, which are absolutely perfect.
And they always were.
Eugene, circa 2017, Sevastopol.
