Newlyweds

The teenager who does not dream of becoming a musician is bad: it would be good for a rocker or rapper. In order to “create”, and “express it”, and tell the shitty world everything that he thinks of him. “Salt” decided to look into the eyes of talents: schoolchildren with guitars and rappers of pre -conscription age. There is an eternal set of simple maxims and non -casual rhymes from which we all grew up.

PoisONed Way

Compound:

Vocals - Yana Guryeva, 16 years old, school number 114
Shocks - Alexander Nechaev, 17 years old, gymnasium No. 7
Solo-Gitara-Alexander Zamakhaev, 17 years old, school number 114
Rhythm Gitar-Alexander Nekrasov, 16 years old, school number 114
Bass gitara-Alik Tsvetkov, 16 years old, school number 47

Photo: Alexander Khomutov / Salt

PoisONed Way are inspired by the Ramones group. They play, respectively, pop-punk. They gathered six months ago, but they had already gone through serious personnel troubles: the first bassist left the team in order to play emo-kor. Apparently, he has not grown before serious music.

- In fact, we have problems with the name. While the working version of “PoisONed Way” is translated - “Poisonous path”. We decided to call the group like this, well, because it symbolizes the desire to pass all the obstacles in its path - this is the word “way” from this. And "PoisoneD"? Well, there are different obstacles. Perhaps ours are these, poisonous.

PoisONed Way - TV.

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Lyrics tv

Returning home after a difficult day
You turn on the TV, please yourself:
News, culture, TV shows, porn
And Angelina Jolie icon as if.

All that dust, all that rubbish
Where is he now? Yes, it is there
There was no room left in your head
And in our time this is appropriate.

Degradation of the nation, freedom of speech
Do you still not understand:
You are managed, this is a game
And it's too late to put pressure on the brakes?

Sit - sit, look - look,
Turn on the box and a buzz of catch.
If you want to be a naive fool
I wish you good luck, dull day after day.

Burning your life without dreaming about anything,
You will be in the control of a stranger,
And one measure: life first start,
Walk back without looking back.

MC overheating

Alexander Pospelov, 17 years old, school number 47

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The MS has overheating in the idols "Triad", "Casta" and Smokey MO. He writes “text” not only about Perm teenager Dolce Vita (see “rap pati in the hut”), but also on acute-social topics: “about Russia: like the streets, like gopniks, skins there, as this whole thing appears.”

- Creative pseudonym? Well, somehow it turned out. As it were, I sorted out a lot in my head. Somehow it happened: "Overheating." In general, we have a group, as it were, there is, as it were, another person, Styk (racam of the Berezniks). He writes the text too. Only he is now as if not in Perm. In general, as it were, the “trust” is called a group. Well, we, as it were, looked in the dictionary what this means - we seemed to like. We, as it were, produce the product, it turns out that it seems to us, as it were, because the text is our, as it were, a spiritual product. Here. I have been friends with the stick from childhood. Well, hip-hopo-Rap, as it were, were carried away together. It’s just that somehow it turned out to be somehow rhyme. Something will happen in my head, this, well, affected, this, and as it would be written-Hop! And I would like to shift. So far we are still looking for ourselves, different directions, as it were, have: a lyrical, psycho-lyric direction. Well, this is when, as it were, the text is half -type from metaphors as it were. You can’t understand it the first time.

MS overheating-rap pati on the hut.

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Fragment of the song "Rap Pati on the Hut"

We all gathered to listen to me minus
And read the text under them.
All at home. But no! We are waiting for him one.
He will bring us a minus on the disk recorded.
Everyone is no longer tolerated to listen to tracks
And drink wine, but yes, there is no minus.
We cannot read without a minus, it will be nonsense.
We will not read the text for nothing.
Already we all have saliva,
And everyone looks at the bottle of wine.
“Where is this one with minuses?
Where is he? " - Everyone is asking me.
And I am sitting and waiting for a minus. I, like you, want to drink wine
And read the text under the minus.
"We are waiting for him for a long time!" - They tell me in a voice. I don't know where he is.
Everyone is not tolerated, the hunt to hear us,
But there are no minuses and we will not read. Pass!

"21 grams"

Compound:

Vocals, guitar - Alexander Krylov, 14 years old, gymnasium No. 7
Shocks - Olga Perminova, 16 years old, gymnasium No. 7
Bas-Gitara-Victoria Namedny, 16 years old, gymnasium No. 7

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“21 grams” is a girl’s group, and this is felt: in seven months, two participants changed in the trio. The brand new - Sasha and Olya - turned out to be diligent girls. The group is already gathering an album: four songs are completely ready and two more in work. True, they don’t want to professionally make music “21 grams” in the future. This is unreliable.

- “21 grams” is the weight of the soul, bullets, five cents and a chocolate bar. But we are more oriented that the soul weighs so much. The name accidentally appeared, and it is clearly not the last. It does not suit us now, because we did not think at all when it was invented. Just someone suggested: “And let's“ 21 grams ”!” And all the same: "And let's!" Now we think what to change for.

21 grams - forgive me, my notebook.

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Lyrics of the song "Forgive me, my notebook"

Forgive me, notebook
Because there are so many tears on your pages.
Forgive me, winter,
For the fact that I stomped snow, struck the ice.
Screaming if it hurts.
Enough to wait
So far, Nadezhda dies.

Chorus (twice):
And he will find you again, he knows that you are!
You just have to wait, it remains only to sing.
He is in reality or even in a dream
He will leave, noticeing the trace.
Wait! You could just wait!
No need to run!
Now the rest of the glass rains. Rains!

Fruitty Rocket

Compound:

Solo-gitar-Artem Pleshkov, 17 years old, gymnasium No. 5
Vocals, guitar - Evgeny Zamakhaev, 20 years, Perm State Institute of Art and Culture
Drums - Anton Kolbin, 19 years old, Perm music college
Bass gitara-Arkady Epanov, 21 years old, Perm music college

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The Fruitty Rocket group was invented by Zhenya and Artem in school. The guys in it gathered, as for a selection, multi -instrumentalists: they can even play on pots and an ironing board. True, the song about the healing power of Rock-Rolla (“It's All BecAuse of Rock'n'roll”), the text of which is given below, Fruitty Rocket is performed on traditional musical instruments: guitars, bass, etc.

-The name “Fruitty Rocket” came up with this: I wanted something funny, funny, funny. Well, to show power, and the intentions are serious. What could be more powerful than the rocket?! Moreover, there is the word "rock" inside. Well, “fruit”, to make it funnier. And juicier.

Fruitty Rocket - All BecAuse of Rock'n'Roll.

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Lyrics IT's All BecAuse of Rock'n'Roll

Today I am SO Cold
And I am so weak,
All BecAuse of Yesterday's Drink.
Today I Am So Emty
I'M Lay on the Ground
All BecAuse that my head's going arund.
I canon move
And I canon hear
I canon Speak
And i canon see
But give me, Honey,
A Few Minute
And I Will Walk and Talk and Sing!

Only a minute a minute ago
I Was Sick and I Was Slow.
But Now I Feel So Well and I Feel So Cool
All BecAuse of Rock'n'Roll!

Hey, My Life is Crazy
My Life is Fun
All i've Got - Is EVERYTHING I'VE DONE.
Please Donmet Intrude into My Life
I am Free and Life is Mine.
I am lureing
I am Breaking
I am screaming
And I am Shaking
Yes, I Use EVERY CHANCE
When My Guitar Falls Into My Hands!

Hey! Forget Your Troubles EVERYTHING IS All Right,
Let's Repeat the Act of Last Night!
Just Give the Freedom to Your Soul
Let's Get Rock
Let's Rock'n'Roll!

MS Territory

Ruslan Chocolate 17 years old, gymnasium No. 5

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The first real concert at the MS was at fifteen. Professional recognition came soon: Ruslan took third place at the regional festival of rappers in Krasnokamsk and received the Grand Prix at the Mafia rap festival. What is not surprising - the young man is damn diligent and fruitful: more than 50 copyright tracks on his countries "in contact". True, he did not write anything for the last two weeks: he passed tests and exams, therefore, to emotional shakes such as a quarrel with a girl and world news - everything that usually inspires - Ruslan Chocolate Chocolate Kokomkina did not.

-A creative pseudonym-well, this is somewhere a distant dark past. Somewhere, probably, the sixth grade, I was such a piculk-mee. That is, "Cry" in English "tears", right? Then he thought that this was not very serious, he began to write in Russian the edge, edge, land, MS-MS-MS Kai. Well, ms edge. Well, in my opinion, for me the edge is how. So I associate it: here is the edge of the Earth, that is, here is directly the edge, line. That is, you can fall down, or you can turn left and go. Here.

Lyrics of the song "Heaven"

Earth, thin ice, heaven, nights and days,
I was called a wanderer, and I stood on Tattai.
Total outcome, saved life.
Thoughts became the fate and faith of the earth.
I'm not afraid, I know everything, though
I am at random, this is my fruit.
One year is equal to my hundred,
I am going for a century, but not yet tired.
But people began to make morality from.
They just switched to what is said above.
Well, let me, I will not say anything.
They chose this poison themselves.
Let there be no hope, let Vera disappear,
Let people answer for themselves for what they did.
And dug a hole for themselves, forgot about
Laws and rights, and you are a swarm with them.
Irony has nothing to do with it, the wanderer is simply
Not tired of going, the earth is tired without the owner of the deserts.
The land that has become fluff will turn into a scattering,
Their ashes will be ashes of rotten fire.

Let the sky put pressure on the chest,
Let the sun on the body burn out the way
Let the air be caustic smoke for them,
After all, people themselves consider their days to zero.

The Selengetie

Compound:

Vocals - Lev Zakharov, 17 years old, school No. 145
Solo-Gitar-Artem Michkov, 19 years old, Perm State University
Bas Gitara-Marina Sukhorukova, 18 years old, applicant
Drums - Alexander Politov, 21 years old, Perm State University

Photo: Alexander Khomutov / Salt

The group in January 2011 was collected by the “smallest”-vocalist Leva Zakharov. From the very beginning, the guys wanted to play British Pop. Therefore, they write texts in English. They rehearse The Selengetie constantly and with manic persistence - they are interrupted only for sleep, food and exams.

- “Selengetie” from Latin and the language of Masai translated as “the vast expanse of the moon”. They took just such a name, because the most important events for the group, due to strange circumstances, depended on the phases of the moon. When we were invited to speak for the first time, it was a full moon, it was after our rehearsal. We already finished, played out the last song, and a young man came to our point and offered to speak at the opening of the photo exhibition “Up”. There was also a case when for the first time with the group we decided to arrange an evening of “spiritual synchronization”, go somewhere, this day fell on the new moon. The birthday of our vocalist Leva also fell on the full moon. "

Selengetie Live

Lyrics Always We Find Hard Ways

We Don'T Remember Wonderful Days.
I HATE THIS Difficult World for it's Fucking Tests.
SO, I KNOW I MUST ALWAYS LEARN,
But I just Want to Live and Smile,
I Just Want to be alone,
When My Problems Kill My Time.

I Understand Your Life
But sometimes i hasenmet thinks
That you have many time
Because World Haven't Dig Dream

I haveen`t chant, I hasenmet time
I Just Want a Little Smile
Toometimes My Life is only Proud
I Just Want Some Kind.

"SNY RAZMU"

Compound:

Vocals - Anna Patokina, 16 years old, Lyceum No. 1
Solo-Gitar-Irina Filippova, 17 years old, gymnasium No. 17
Key - Anna Platonova, 19 years old, Perm State Institute of Art and Culture
Guitar and flute - Ilgiz Sakhabutdinov, 20 years old, Perm National Research Polytechnic University
Bas Gitara-Alexey Batalov, 23 years old, graduate school of the Perm National Research Polytechnic University

Photo: Alexander Khomutov / Salt

SNE RAZ already has their own managers: Sergey Kuimov and Anastasia Norina, who write texts and music to the guys. Basically, something eclectic and experimental: “SNs Razum” work at the junction of Gothic-metal and a melodic-sympho-metal (to know what the difference is between them). Soon they are going to record the first album with the romantic name “whisper of blood”.

-The name is funny and in a sense mystical story. As conceived initially, the name of the group should have reflected the theme of music itself so that it could immediately determine its style and direction. For a very long time, English and Latin phrases were reviewed, relying more on the theme of words, fantasies and snow. And the first track - the “flight” has already been recorded. And in order to somehow identify authorship, Sergei wrote “S&N”, that is, “Seryozha and Nastya”, which soon decreased to “SN”. And then when communicating with someone in ICQ, Seryozha described: instead of SN, he wrote SNS. And immediately it became clear - here it is! "Dreams"! “Dreams of reason” - the name of the exhibition in Yekaterinburg, with the etchi of Goya and Dali, which we really liked.

SNE RAZUMA - WHERE THE WILD ROSES GROW.

Fragment of the song "Moth"

The wind burst into the window
The doors are wide open,
All reflections are broken -
Shards in a crumpled bed.

Away along a branched path.
You go up to the edge
If you want to see freedom
Birds of lost flock ...

Chorus:
With a whirlwind, reaching the last border,
You, suddenly frozen, realized
That, having torn the page,
She was irrevocably losing her.
The life of unfulfilled dreams has gone,
Eternal ice does not melt.
What a pity, you forgot one thing:
In the fire, the moths burn ...