Stripper
aggressive brutal male vocals, dark new age, dark new wave, 80s, horror synth, slow 60s dark funk, Horror, Creepy, clap, spacey echo, post-rock song, quirky indie tunes with catchy hooks, energetic neon pop punk anthems, euphoric future bass vocals, techno, electronic beat, grimy bass voice, Prehistoric Finno-Ugric Ritual, Cosmic Drone, Shamanic Trance, модерн, удивительный, мега бас, эхо женский, slow drawn-out singing, deep, expressive contralto + eclectic mix of musical genres: rhythm and blues, soul and jazz, пиратский металл, яркие синтезаторные слои, взрывные ритмы
Stripper
aggressive brutal male vocals, dark new age, dark new wave, 80s, horror synth, slow 60s dark funk, Horror, Creepy, clap, spacey echo, post-rock song, quirky indie tunes with catchy hooks, energetic neon pop punk anthems, euphoric future bass vocals, techno, electronic beat, grimy bass voice, Prehistoric Finno-Ugric Ritual, Cosmic Drone, Shamanic Trance, модерн, удивительный, мега бас, эхо женский, slow drawn-out singing, deep, expressive contralto + eclectic mix of musical genres: rhythm and blues, soul and jazz, пиратский металл, яркие синтезаторные слои, взрывные ритмы
Lyrics
Stripper /// пляшет скука: название русской версии
The stripper dances in a negligee:
on a table and on a pole.
At home, putting
on her nightgown,she cries
into her pillow: has this
fate really befallen her?
Morning comes again:
day beats its hoof
at the window, and fate restlessly
weaves rings,squeezing her
in a vice and launching
her into a vicious circle of travels
* Faceless walls,
an empty apartment,
the bed has gone cold.
We are losing the art of
loving, trusting...
and most importantly: waiting.
Every night she cries into her pillow:
Is this really my destiny?
Or does she just not understand?
Her thirst for love never fades,
but, frankly, no one seems
to notice the stripper herself.
And the pillow embraces
her and gently wipes away
her tears. The stripper falls sweetly
asleep and forgets the bitterness.
Dreams softly imperceptibly
overwhelm her, and resentment
is driven out. Sleep erases all suffering.
* Faceless walls,
an empty apartment,
the bed has gone cold.
We are losing the art of
loving, trusting...
and most importantly: waiting.
Early in the morning,
waking up, the stripper
opens her eyes and,
plotting the hunt, arms akimbo,
imagines: how late tonight
quietly engaged in robbery.
She imagines: male arms
that dream of holding her
tightly and giving her
fierce love perhaps she dreams
of the flaring power
of passion intended
only for her and during
such visions
she is located in anticipation.
* Faceless walls,
an empty apartment,
the bed has gone cold.
We are losing the art of
loving, trusting...
and most importantly: waiting.
Morning comes
again: day beats its hoof
at the window, and fate
restlessly weaves rings,
squeezing her in a vice
and launching her into
a vicious circle of travels:
the same as she Seeking a cure
for boredom ladies girlfriends
of loneliness passionately
seek happiness.
They make mistakes, but they wait.
* Faceless walls,
an empty apartment,
the bed has gone cold.
We are losing the art of
loving, trusting...
and most importantly: waiting.