Lenin kazel

From: verbit@coxeter.harvard.edu (Misha Verbitsky)
Newsgroups: soc.culture.soviet
Subject: Re: Lenin kazel
Date: 22 Mar 1995 08:25:42 GMT
Organization: Sozialistisches Patienten Kollektiv




In article  DAN@uicvm.uic.edu writes:
>> Alex Petrushko (petr@soda.CSUA.Berkeley.EDU) wrote:

>> : Huj Zabej eto popsa. 40-sekundnye opusy na motiv reggae (sodrannogo)
[...]

>> : o "Radistke Kat posle ebli" mogut sravnitsq tolxko s Laertskim po
>> : stepeni mudakovasti. Neponqtna ih populqrnostx...Akh da, eto zh tolxko

>Eto Laertskiy to MUDAKOVATIY? Da sami VY - petry/soda/edu/berkley - etim
>vsyo i skazano. A gruppu "Volosatoye Steklo" pod upravleniyem Mikhaila
>Laertskogo ya uvazhayu uzhe za to, chto oni stol'ko vremeni "Derzhat
>Granitsu" zapredela dopustimogo v pop-kul'ture, nad kotoroy oni, kak i nad
>vami, ochevidno izdevayutsya: ".. gde petlyurtsy i bendertsy, vsyaki
>lyubertsy da ne-e-egry iznasilovali dochku predsedatelya kolkhoza!".
>Neuzheli ne raspolagaet k "vysokomu schtilyu" besedy "pro fuflo"?
>                                                    SCHERSTYANOY.

        This Scherstyanoy idiot is a drooling brain damaged homosexual
        imbecile who should be nuked together with all Urbana.

        There is no Mikhail Laetrskiy. Mikhail Laertskiy does not
        exist. The ``group'' Volosatoe Steklo was lead by 
        _Alexandr_ Laetrskiy, who I further on call Latrinskiy.

        I have right now 2 CD of Latrinsky which I vainly try to 
        listen through. This is about as close to distilled idiocy 
        as the articles by Scherstyanoy. I mean, there is nothing
        wrong with pushing the taboos to limits. Latrinsky does
        not push anything; and whenever he writes something
        deliberately obscene, he does this with such reverence
        to ``spiritual authorities'' it looks pathetic. He is 
        the reason the punks hate the so-called (by imbeciles like
        Scherstyanoy and Zak) punk rock, which is in fact corporate
        shit dressed up as punk to impress the brainless kids,
        but still harmless enough for the marketeers.

        And KhZ wrote one good song - pesnyu Pro Menta, and then
        started repeating the same stupid gimmick. Which of course
        lead them to the same point of degeneracy as reached by 
        Latrinsky. I mean, in the ``mrachnye gody zastoya'' a crook like
        Yury Loza was bolder, more innovative and broke more taboos
        than those latrine denizens. Which is, I believe, the niche
        KhZ and Latrinsky occupy: the dumb village kids who listened to 
        Loza grew and their replacements are now listening to Latrinsky. 
        And, of course, never Latrinsky wrote anything even remotedly as 
        good as ``Pivo'' and ``Devochka Vesna'' by Loza. 

        Actually I offer a tape of any high-brow stuff (GO, \o A, 
        Zoopark, etc.) for these B-grade antiques: early Mirazh, early 
        Primus and early Telephone, preferably pre-1985).

        Misha.



Vasha lichnaya zhizn' na lyubom etazhe
Na chetyre zamka - eto znachit uzhe
Ne vremya lyubit'. Ne vremya lyubit'.
Vse perestav', pereshchitai,
Perestroy, perestrelyai,
Na paneli u Kremlya
Znaet kazhdaya blya,
Tut kak vsio pereebis',
Pyat'yu pyat' budet pyat'. 

I skol'ko ni poi, skol'ko ni ori,
Skol'ko ni pei, skol'ko ni torchi,
Dvazhdy dva budet dva, trizhdy tri budet tri,
Arifmetika prostaya, ty so mnoi ne kruti.
Zdes' ne vremya lyubit'. Ne vremya lyubit'.

A te, chto pereshli i vrode za tebya,
No tak uzh zakrutili chto vyebli sebya
Teper' dlya dushi naleti uragan
Zatsepi menya soboy, zatsepi vsekh rebyat

Voznesi do nebes 
I puskai sebe letyat
Na chetyre storony,
Kto kuda, kto s toboi,
A kto ne chego ne ponyal, otpusti ikh domoi.

I skol'ko ni poi, skol'ko ni ori,
Skol'ko ni pei, skol'ko ni torchi,
Dvazhdy dva budet dva, trizhdy tri budet tri,
Arifmetika prostaya, ty so mnoi ne kruti.
Ne vremya lyubit'. Ne vremya lyubit'.

Eshcho odin ot'ekhal, tormoznulsya vo sne
Emu prisnilsya nishtyak, emu nastalo sovsem.
Ne vremya lyubit'. Ne vremya lyubit'.

Vasha lichnaya zhizn', 
Kak sploshnoi nekrolog,
Otorvi sebe glaza i prishei ikh na zhopu.
Ne vremya lyubit'. Ne vremya lyubit'.

No ne vremya lyubit', ne vremya lyubit'. 
Nado tol'ko predlog.
Poka budet temno, my raskurim ves' svet,
Esli solntse vzoidiot, s vashikh krysh s'edet sneg.
Ne vremya lyubit'. Ne vremya lyubit'.

-- Komitet Okhrany Tepla

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