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Produced by Boris Grebenshikov and Chris Kimsey
Mixed by Chris Kimsey
Mastered by Chris Kimsey
Design by Sergey Milyutin

Recorded at Eastcote Studios, October – December 2024
Recording Engineer: George Murphy
Assistant Engineer: Ed Clay
Studio manager: Julie Bateman
Demo recordings: London – St.Petersburg, 1990 - 1998

Pictures of You (Boris Grebenshikov/Sergey Kuryokhin)
Vocals and guitar: Boris Grebenshikov
Keyboards: Sergey Kuryokhin
Piano: James Hallawell
Opera Singer: Julia Cubo
Roland & Moog Bass: Konstantin Tumanov
Tympani & Backwards Instruments: Chris Kimsey
Drum Programming: James Hallawell & Chris Kimsey
 
Talk With Me  (Axios) (Boris Grebenshikov/Sergey Kuryokhin)
Vocals and guitar: Boris Grebenshikov
Keyboards: Sergey Kuryokhin
Bass Guitar: Ben Nicholls
Drum Programming: James Hallawell & Chris Kimsey
Nord Harpsichord: Konstantin Tumanov
Choir :
Inca Luxton
Sophia Elliott
Anthony Clark
Faye Clark
Rosie Clark
Willow Clark
 
Eloise  (Boris Grebenshikov)
Vocals and guitars: Boris Grebenshikov
Programming: Chucho Merchan
Bass Guitar: Ben Nicholls
Backing Vocals: James Hallawell & Boris Grebenshikov
Drum Programming: James Hallawell & Chris Kimsey
String Arrangement: Tony Visconti
Conductor:James Larter
String Quartet:
Violin: Djumash Poulsen
Violin: Roman Lytwyniw
Viola: Jordan Bergmans
Cello: William Jack
French Horn: Isaac Shieh

Slide (Boris Grebenshikov)
Vocals, guitars and slide: Boris Grebenshikov
Flutes: Oleg Sakmarov
Double Bass: Ben Nicholls
Verse Silde Guitar: James Hallawell
String Arrangement: Tony Visconti
Conductor: James Larter
String Quartet:
Violin: Djumash Poulsen
Violin: Roman Lytwyniw
Viola: Jordan Bergmans
Cello: William Jack

Too Far Away From Here (Boris Grebenshikov)
Vocals and guitars: Boris Grebenshikov
Keyboards: Boris Rubekin
Oboe: Eleanor Tinlin
French Horn: Isaac Shieh
Whistle: Liam Bradley
Nord Harpsichord and Mellotron: Konstantin Tumanov
Bass Guitar: Winston Blissett
Drum Programming: Chris Kimsey
Percussion: James Larter
Backing Vocal: Colleen Sexsmith
String Arrangement: Konstantin Tumanov
Conductor: James Larter
String Quartet:
Violin: Djumash Poulsen
Violin: Roman Lytwyniw
Viola: Jordan Bergmans
Cello: William Jack

SPECIAL THANKS TO:
Sergey Serebryakov
PP aka Nevada
Лидия Любченкова

We started out at sunrise bridge
Grumpy stark and fair
With sparkling balls 
                       between our legs
And dolphins in our hair;
My life is so much simpler now,
Carmethene and blue, 
Yet it’s nothing more than 
Empty gilded frame
For pictures of you.

There’s painters on the frontline
Oils running in their veins;
The generals in state of grace
Transported home in chains.
It hasn’t been confirmed yet
But rumours might be true:
There’s nothing 
More serene and clandestine 
Then pictures of you. 

Whatever lies in store for me
It will be nothing new - 
The only thing 
     that makes it all worthwhile 
Is pictures of you.

Talk with me;
Don’t stare me down
The pages of your rosary, 
Illustrious and fair;
Talk with me;
The windy beach,
The night is near,
Deliver me 
From brimstone and shadow.

I can talk with you,
I can walk with you,
All throughout your life,
Stay with you 
Smile on 
Light in your fire;
Laugh with you,
Starve with you, 
Man and a wife
Stay with you, 
Say to you: 
Axios. Axios.

Once in a while,
Never again;
Laws of multiplicity
Apply to me, 
Black and white, 
Why should I care;
Just talk with me, 
Talk with me -
Pages of your rosary 
One by one,
Deliver me
From brimstone and shadow. 

I can talk with you,
I can walk with you,
All throughout your life,
Stay with you 
Smile on 
Light in your fire;
Laugh with you,
Starve with you, 
Man and a wife
Stay with you, 
Say to you: 
Axios. Axios.

Eloise
Standing in the rain outside,
Wondering if the sky’s really made out of air;
There she is,
Always looking right at me - but is she? -
You can’t really tell
And I don’t really care.

Eloise
,
Something of a child,
Something of a bride,
And sometimes just not there;
Help me please
Discover ‘bout your secret life
And a purpose behind the clothes that you wear.

I just need
Some time to settle down,
Just need
Some time to settle down
Just need to get my feet on the ground,
Before I can dance with you;
But now,
I can’t even see you now,
And she turns
And she smiles
And she says:
I know. I know.

Eloise
Staring at the sea,
Seven white birds sing
Lost in her hair;
I’ve heard she is
Lethal for the likes of me,
Well, you can’t really tell
And I don’t really care.

I just need
Some time to settle down,
Just need
Some time to settle down
Just need to get my feet on the ground,
Before I can dance with you;
But now,
I can’t even see you now,
And she turns
And she smiles
And she says:
I know. I know.

And who said she ever knew about me?

Slide, slide,

Slide as we did of old,

From the hands that keep out the cold,

From the fire that burns low –

Slide. Slide.

 

Slide, slide.

Slide throuth the darkest days,

When you step out of the haze

And you find yourself broken –

Slide. Slide.

 

Does it make us that strange?

 

Slide, slide,

Slide as we did of old,

From the hands that keep out the cold,

From the fire that burns low –

Slide. Slide.

Hi there, twilight. Are you still alright? 
Do you see a moon out there in Heaven tonight? 
Somebody’s shaking 
Somebody is sick with fear 
I thought I’m alright 
But you are too far away from here. 
 
That was the sweetest that I’ve tasted yet. 
Secret, secret, 
Do you feel it like that? 
Do you still read me? 
Do I make myself clear? 
I thought I made it 
But you are too far away from here. 
 
And a moon is full tonight 
And it feeds the flame 
Very old book said, “No blame”. 
Is it the white light? Or is it pain? 
Do we tend the fire? 
Do we pray for ... rain. 
 
So you better stay silent 
Better Hold your breath 
See the tigers dancing on the willowy path
Look at them swirling 
See how they disappear. 
I thought I’m alright. I thought I’m alright. 
Almost alright. 
But you are too far away from here. 
I thought I’m alright. 
But you are too far away from here.