Auriga

by Ignu

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    Recorded, produced, mixed & mastered by Grzegorz Mukanowski
    Artwork & design by Maciej Radecki
    2019

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1.
Czarnolas 06:25
Gna ogiera pod batogiem Pana Gna ogiera pod batogiem kata Skra bryzga, spod kopyt błoto pryska Skra bryzga z bierwion paleniska Pali mnie pusty gniew burzy się młoda krew Gna ogiera przez pola tego świata Gna ogiera przez bory tego świata Gra trąba kuranty w górę ciska Gra cytra melodią z brzucha tryska Pali mnie pusty gniew burzy się młoda krew Wpadłem tu gdy dzień rozpostarł był wdzięk zmiótł wnet cały lęk w mgnienio-błysku skrzeń Lustra zwodzą mnie tam w półmroku, w tle powie niech kto wie Czy tam znajdziesz mnie? Czy to jest nasz złoty strzał? Czy to jest nasz czas? Zdobędziemy Parnas Kogut będzie nam piał. Czy znowu tu widać nas? Czy mamy ten czar? Antenatów dar, by wejść w ten czarny las. Gna rumaka wola swego pana Wznoś, wznoś, góry, góry Burz, burz, mury, mury Pali mnie słuszny gniew burzy się gorąca krew!
2.
Mystery Man 04:55
We used to play the sweet saxy The green-eyed monster hidden deep inside our head Now we're in to watch some creepy photos – caught on tape by evil's peeking lense Oh the sweet wifey We're the boss of town With a helpless frown Look above if u want to see, see beyond fake reality Imagination dying, with artificial silence and you have to know that Rene is dead We used to fix broke automobiles Despised the music but we'd love to fuck you well Now we're out to get this hateful perv lout Sharp knife cutting his fatty throat I can't see, what I've done, in this bad dream Look above if u want to see, see beyond fake reality Imagination dying with artificial silence and you have to know that Alice is a liar Imagination dying with artificial silence and you have to know Dick Laurent is dead
3.
Auriga 04:28
Ogarnia mnie spleen w gwarze mych myśli spowija mnie ćma światło mi wyślij wygina, przegina, została tylko chwila I trwa, i pcha w Otchłani odmęty czerni u stóp się wawrzyn zwiędnięty wyrywam się, lecz została tylko chwila Nie liczcie tu sylab to marna sestyna Niech język da to co się w głowie zaczyna Czy ironia nas zje? Została już tylko chwila W Tartar strącon, ład mój zmącon Jerzym się stać, czas bić smoka, krwią plwać w galop idę, została jeszcze chwila Godzina wybiła Konie rozhukane, marionetki szmaciane, czerń i biel Konie rozhukane, marionetki teatralne, biel i czerń Ślepy, przywiązany, na nich gnam Jak mam grać zadać cios, czy do kolan paść? [J.Słowacki Horsztyński, akt IV, sc. II] (...) Będę zgrzytał i giął w ręku żelazne sztaby, a raz zasnąwszy snem okropnym wpojenia – nie obudzę się, póki ostatni z was nie skona za moją wielkość i dumę. Duma jest duszą duszy mojej. Będę szczęśliwy wywracając przesądy i prawa. Duma jest to harfa, która ma tysiąc strum – tysiąc wielkich i cienkich tonów, tysiąc wzniosłych i błahych triumfów. Stańcie wy na szachownicy świata! (...) Jak mam grać? Pogoń rwa czarne skrzydła Jak mam grać? Beczki prochu, iskra, myśli chwiejna
4.
As the captain’s come to pass In the night of summer stars Journey home didn’t seem right The rest went back We would still last Lust for gold and lust for fun We desired another jam A will to play, power to stay by the sea, by its sweet breeze Soon we craved for some love, but not the one your momma knows Rumbling on those empty streets we’ve met the devil's crawling dick As it turned out the place was right The devil’s lair – the money sack To celebrate the coiny catch we dropped the love inside our hearts The night has turned to day, the shadows turned to light So put your seatbelts on We’re gonna have a ride So please turn off your phone I don’t know where to begin with There is only that much space in my brain’s capacity Pigeons running here and there, I think that it’s a pigeon program designed for spying There she goes! The windy Lady Talking on her phone with the guy she’s craving It’s time to get some wine The drug is wearing off The day has turned to night The light has turned to shade Cruisin’ round the sleepless caravan the day has come to run, to run around the town There is no space to play There train is on its way The train we need to pay for – gold is far and long-gone Shower time For 15 bucks Fresh and clean Where’s the crack? Left alone and missing home Helplessness is near The final stage, the journey ends Was all this for real? Being aware that the schedule’s there, but our names ain’t on that list To break the rule and the evil system we’d get cracking wherever we could The sign is clear, but no one can hear that we’re short on drinks and food A ticket home would suffice for good It seems the sea-folk’s off the mood The voice inside is letting out a pleading cry for help “Kids go home, don’t serve no one!” Was really all that could be heard Oh! For the thousandth time I must say this to you There are so many things that are greater than you What have you got I ain’t got? Answer me! For the last time you showed your ignorance Oh please! We’re gonna make it through You must focus on things, that are important to you Without a doubt you can offend someone Without a doubt you can’t reach the thing C’mon! Reach the thing.
5.
Bongo-doggo 03:57
As I’m walking at night and looking for high The streets are kinda crooked and sandy Ice cold beer is clang’n’clinging, but my capital starts a’shrinking Give the bottle and drink our wine We’re playing bongo-doggo in this time Show your teeth and go full mad We’re at the beginning of the clash I just want you for a couple of words I won't do no harm I love watchin’ how you fit no matter what you do Iron legs and black jeans short skirt no respect for any cop nor government no respect for sissy douchebags Pistol wrist crushes your losers heart Cocaine nose and marijuana in your lungs Pistol wrist and punchin’ everybody's face Blondy head appeared there out of nowhere Motorhead shirt, smooth walk, fun on trampoline As we’re walking at night and looking for high We’ve made some noise to collect our trophies Red hot heads looking for a spree We’re taking everything for free Give the bottle and drink our wine We’re messing with coppers all the time Hone your teeth and go insane We’re ready to make a new level of hell Go insane and drink whole lotta gin! Go insane and collect your new sin!
6.
Nieboga 07:08
Różo słodka mi, trwaj przy mnie wieczności kwitnąco W ogrodzie rosłaś mi, ujrzałem ciebie i − przepadłem W głowie młodzieńczość tkwi, żar werwy stale tli, Płoń, płoń, lecz nie spal się Ja tu jestem by przegonić wszystkie sny utwardzić ziemię i skłonić nieba Samego siebie zakląłem, przekląłem Oczy, usta, my Rąk swoich szukamy w ciemnościach Nieboga dała dłoń, ja poszedłem z nią − przepadłem Czekałem w cieniu chmur, Ogrodu runął mur, Lecz to historia, Przyszło być Przeszły wszystkie sny, uważnie patrzymy. Czy widzimy? Co jest wkoło? Wkoło! Tylko pąki gwiazd na czarnym suknie rozkwitają! Po nim mrówka mknie, która wie że jest tu i teraz. Ogrodnik czule lecz z dystansu woła jej: „Przyjdź do mnie, jaką jesteś!” Myślą wieczną oczarowana kierowana a ja wiem że sukno ciągnie się w nieskończoność fałdy trudnią jej pąki czasem w chwasty, dziury zmienią się a ja wiem, że ci co wszystko znają, nic nie wiedzą, nic nie czują a ja wiem, że ci co nic nie wiedzą, niech tańczą Ja wiem, że nie tylko gwiazda mieni się Ja wiem, że kocie oczy świecą się Ja wiem, że wszystkich węży nie, nie zdławi się Ja wiem, nie wszystko na raz, odpocznę sobie, porosnę mchem… Nie! Ja chcę wyrwać się! Jak mam to zrobić, gdy w klepsydrze piach zasypuje to co dało początek nam Jak mam to zrobić, jak tam wejść Tam gdzie kwiaty kwitną noc i dzień Różo słodka mi przy mnie trwaj jak mam dostać Cię gdzie indziej, niźli w snach?
7.
Goldswan 04:08
The dream was almost there I almost had it all My mind was in between the living and the gone Then comes a whisper of the beauty of your voice I must've been a little stoned The room was dark, the voodoo boys had seen it all Your shaky voice had spoken, had gotten me awoken Then comes a whisper, I must've been a little stoned Facial disorder I don't know who you are You wanna leave this place just like me Please do get closer, I know too well who you are Tonight I'll sleep some more, my broken heart has found a cure At times our thoughts are hoping to stray off of the core But there is nothing wrong about dipping self in joy So look around you, sister, just light it up and take a stroll I'm feeling older The body not the mind I'm losing hold of my sobriety that's left behind When this will be over I'll synchronize what I've untied Look over the yonder and feel the warm breeze that fills you inside. Unlock your limits, feel the rhythm, just go with the flow don't you push it into something that you could never feel before there are no limits, feel it, beat it, just go with the flow put it into something fine, complete and beautiful The dream is here and now, Please don't deny these words Time to take action to replenish what we've lost So look around you, brothers, Fill up your lungs and let it last The time is now or never, the love is in our hearts the eternal, glowing spirit fills us all with light Don't fuck it up my brothers, we're all here, rolling, right? Picture the ocean sand, the waves, how they all shine so bright.
8.
In the night, where dreams are so far In the night, where sleep is so far In the night, in a cab, through the city you ride, make money, make some sense and kill your time Through the crowd you saw a star In the night, hookers and pimps are in charge In the night, in a cab, through the city you ride, make money, make some sense and kill your time In the night, through the crowd you saw a shiny star They cannot touch her In the night, in the messy crowd you see the lies Little lies, bigger ones In the night, when streets are full of trash In the night, in a cab, through the city you ride, make money, make some sense and kill your time In the night, you’re sick of all that trash In the night, in a cab, through the city you ride, make money, make some sense and kill your time You’re praying for the rain that will wash away that bollocks and mess before the break of day Here is a prophet and a pusher, partly truth, partly fiction Here is a guy, admirer of porn, a walking contradiction, brilliant folk. Here is the one who stood up against the scum, the dogs, the filth, the shit. Here is the man who will clean that night with Magnum 44 and Colt 25. I can see now, what to do To be noticed and What will make me someone I can see now, what will make me a complete man in my eyes to the end of my time Shave your head, wear a combat jacket Stab with a knife every showy scum Make your way through the evil’s lair, for every price you must rescue the lass.
9.
Ulysses 05:32
From the far, far waves sounds immortality In the deep ocean blue I see a flashing trident We’ve almost reached the port We’ve almost saw our homes And then sun turned black And then currents turned rough The storm has come I’ve destroy the whole city with a wooden horse I fooled a one eyed giant I fooled the daughter of sunkeeper crossing through death’s kingdom sailing between the creatures And for all these years I’d just want to see my home Sailing to my port The storm has come Far from my home where olives are green, I'm losing my time for the violent sea And I could just kill anybody, just to see my kin and family And when I say it There ain't no place for jokes And I could just kill anybody just to see my kin and family The storm has come And I've made my mistake I'm losing my way The storm has come.

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Dear listener, the record you are holding/listening/watching is the fruit of two, beautiful but also hard working years. We would love to thank all the people that supported us. We will remember that all of this is only possible, because a dream of ours was dreamt by many. Bear in |the| mind, that the music we create has to evolve, because we want to transcend all genres in the body of one band. Do not get attached to music styles or any type of classification for that matter. We would love and will work hard to be able to present a different kind of art to everyone. We hope our live performances will fully satisfy you, however, because of the distance we might have to let go of the idea of visiting some cities, still, feel free to contact us at any moment. May we all enjoy this album and understand that it unfolds a journey, and a secret that may one day become yours. We count on AURIGA to take you and us safely to our and anyone’s destination.

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released April 3, 2019

All songs written by Ignu:
Lubosz Majewski - vocals
Jan Szegda - guitar & vocals
David Condis y Troyano - bass & vocals
Cyryl Skiba - drums & percussion

The All-star Experimental Ignu Friendly Orchestra:
Alia Fay - flute & vocals
Laura Aïda Gantner - violin
Jan Machalski - keys
Pat Rajko - trombone
Rafał Kozaczyński - didgeridoo

Recorded, produced, mixed & mastered by Grzegorz Mukanowski
Artwork & design by Maciej Radecki
2019

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