Tango Supreme

by Stone Cold Boys

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released October 8, 2012

Recorded in 2011–2012
Band's line-up:
Evgeny Zvyagintsev — vocals
Ivan Khvorostukhin — guitar
Stanislav Petukhov — bass guitar
Pavel Makarov — drums

Music by Stone Cold Boys
Lyrics by Evgeny Zvyagintsev
Mixed and mastered by Alexander Afonin
Cover art by Dmitry Papkovich
Special thanks to Natalia Levushkina

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Stone Cold Boys город Москва, Russian Federation

Alt/Stoner/Rock band from Moscow. Formed in 2008, the band has released two LP's 2 EP's to the praise of Russian critics and listeners. The band mixes the divercity of it's members musical tastes to compose pop-driven fuzzy rock, clearly inspired by 90's alternative wave. ... more

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Track Name: Fairy Saddle
I'm a fairy saddle boy
I overgrew my toys
I need some new to play
New game rules to obey

But dust is everywhere
And doors are marked with glare
I need the one unsigned
The world it hides behind
and...
Everybody on earth is gone
They're looking for astro-sweets
Fairy-saddle girl, now we can plant the tree
Now we can launch my ship

Hey you! Do you feel pleasure?
To watch me hang and sway
Can't you see? I've got weghed and got measured
And failed
Lord I have failed
Oh, if that world could be real
Where I
Have never failed
Track Name: Sinner's Bell
Padre, here's the bell
Ring it when I sin
When I'm hangin' with somebody's wife
Doing drugs or drinkin' wine
Don't hesitate
And slam with hate
The bell,
Goddamn,
The Bell!

No hypocrites
With "but"s and "if"s
Just pure sins,
My drama queens
Drop your disguise
Admit your crimes
Be brave to claim
Yourself no-saint

Ding!—Adultery
Dang—for Gluttery
It would be so nice to have
A sinner's bell on every pal
Who fakes remorse
Thus doing worse-
To Church
He goes,
Oh, Lord!
Track Name: Tame
Too late to
Be afraid
Sinister games now we play
Deep cuts and
Led taste in
My mouth and we are kissing
My beast, he
Plays inside
He growls sleepy and tired
You tame him
You stroke him
And then he purrs in delight

Tame my body
But don't touch my mind
No stone can sharpen it
But you may try

I'm home now still homeless
My victory ain't flowless
You're weary but you don't call
For burrying my tomahawk
I'll show you that feeling
When bottom hits the celling
Overwhelmed in your bed
That rag is wet just wring it
But you say
Go and play
Come back at the end of day
You tame me
I'm yours only
And when I fall asleep you love me

Tame my body
But don't touch my mind
No stone can sharpen it
But you may try
Track Name: Dog Days
Fair enough
Ricochet
Empty hands, pocket holes, such a waste
Scorge to ash
Shoot to kill
After all every dog has his day
And I swallow
Though tearing throat
That dish you've served so cold
And I see how
My turn shall come:
One perfect plan
With a flaw
...and It's all about one thing:
I know something that you don't know
Never(know), never(know), never(know)—
But you never show it...
Voice is gone
Shape is blur
But I won't give it up: there's no cure
In this new world
Not a word
Not a glance—are we friends no more?
And my cold guns
Lay 'bout and rust:
You were not there—
Don't pretend
You hold that door,
The one I've slammed
It won't budge
You'll not bend
And so...
Till better
End
Farewell...
Track Name: BabyDoll Lover
This lady won't bend
Cuz she's too cheap
And she has no friends
Nobody but me

But I said "Come play with my gun"
And she said "No fun,no fun!
BabyDoll Lover, you're ROUGH!"
I say that feeling's too far from...

...Love
For a nice piece of meat
And there's nothing wrong
At least not for me

But I said "Come play with my gun"
And she said "No fun,no fun!
BabyDoll Lover,you're ROUGH!"
I say that feeling's too far from

...Love
For bouncing hips is a tragedy
Cuz Hustler's not enough for me
That german stuff is tough
All day I plead
"Show me the way to love your body"
And you keep making fun of me
Your plastic lips are teasing me
You'r stupid smile's a mask
All day I ask
"Show me the way to love your body"

...Love
For a nice piece of meat
And there's nothing wrong
At least not for me

But I said "Come play with my gun"
And she said "No fun,no fun!
BabyDoll Lover,you're ROUGH!"
I say that feeling's too far from

...Love
Track Name: Holy Chopper
Got scars under my clothes
See mine and show me yours
Read'em and treat'em well
They have their tales to tell

As Holy Chopper sways and swings and hiss!
I duck and hide
I'm just a man my roots are deep in land—
I take my time

Liars into the fire
Chop! Drop into the pile!
Baby we cannot hide
Not from the Butcher's Eye
Track Name: Conquista Questo
My heart is beating the drum
I sweat and pray my lord
Give me that dethly skill
To slay the enemy's lot
They hunt me down like a beast
And chase me through the swamp
Mosquitoes fist on my blisters—
But I'm not gonna fall
So comeandgetme

The time is eating my mind
I make to mountain's top
The beast won't give up the fight
Untill it's head is off
And where the oceans meet
The blood will colour dawn
I listen to the beat
I hear the hunter's drum
Bom!
Conquista Questo Killa!
Track Name: Boom-Stick!
Long-legged and chewing babes
Could you tell me, please
Were you born to be stupid?
Stupidity's contageous and cannot be healed
Do you want me to shoot you?

I tell you, I tell you
I have no spell to spell you
I'm not ya, I'm not ya
Ya doctor California
I've got you I've got you
I've got you from my vantage point while you chat and never know—
That I'm a'loadin my boom-stick!
I think I'm loading my boom-stick!

Your kids are vicious animals
They torture my cat
And film it on their cell-phone
Oh, Bradbury's a prophet—
It's no laughing matter
Just heads to drop the bomb on
Track Name: Paul's Vacation
No birds fly above me, no dogs are marking my tree
I'm sick of it, sick of it all—do you see what I see?
I need private space, I need breathing place so badly
Another day out—another shot down—lifestory
Yeah-yeah,
MOTOR
Hang me! (loose rag)
Can't be! (that bad)
Serfing the crowd, animal's loud and angry
Deep down in my ears headphones—I do hear nothing
Get deaf and get blind, inhale to survive,
When walking the glass pretend like it's grass—keep smiling
Hang me! (loose rag)
Can't be! (that bad)
You'll wrap me in a towel
And take me to the hospital
Track Name: Magic Stuff
One drag ain't a killer
One drop's not a blood loss
Tonight in you favour
And no matter the
(Cost)umed plays made for playmates
Smooth strawberry draining
Tremble, hush and obey
Keep it secret and safe

She's got some magic stuff

That rib you were made of
Is not Adam's, maybe
You could tell a bit more
Of what hides under sur
(Face)ing night in your favour
Fish in troubled water
Prey has sweetest flavour
When you get it cornered
Track Name: Ulysses
I've got sun beating down upon my face
I have nothing to gain from this place
I sail, I sail, I sail
Till I fall off the edge of waters

Grab the steering wheel
And save my drowning vessel
Ulysses' no more
Ulysses needs some rest now
So come on fledgeling
Step in my Shoes of Heroes
Sacrifice and bleed
Yeah
Have no Fear!

Will you burn me to snowwhite ashes?
May I leave for the house of fathers?
I sail, I sail, I sail
Till I fall off the edge of waters

Grab the steering wheel
And save my drowning vessel
Ulysses' no more
Ulysses needs some rest now
So come on fledgeling
Step in my Shoes of Heroes
Sacrifice and bleed
Yeah
Have no Fear!