Get all 12 TANGERINECAT releases available on Bandcamp and save 35%.
Includes unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app, plus high-quality downloads of Ask Owl - Mwnci Studios, 2022 (Live), Glass, Anti-Lullaby, House of Shards, Something Broke Inside, Many Kettles, Roses from Blood, I Don't Want to Be a White Master, and 4 more.
1. |
||||
Yes I'm white but I don't want to be a white master
I was born on the outskirts of Kyiv
In what we call the bandit region
At three I learned what sex was
At five death
At seven fascism and violence
At ten poverty labour and hunger
At twenty I was accused of robbing the till at work
Because it was me who needed the money most
But they lied
The general manager did it
And at twenty one the police named me as a thief
But they lied too
They did it
But you might be a murderer
They said as I was kicked out of the dorm onto the street
She might rob or kill us
Said the husband of a friend who had invited me to stay
Power has no charm or delight for me
No regard no solace for authority
Yes I'm white but I don't want to be a white master
The white masters dehumanized me
Turned me into an object that holds no potential of being a friend
Or partner who feels worthy to be loved
Reduced me to being a safe way to satisfy sexual desires
A silent slave
Serving personal
And without consequence invaded my personal space
Once I was a believer
Then I became an atheist feminist anarchist
But suddenly I froze with horror because always and everywhere
There is someone who has decided that he is better than any other
This is the white master
Alas there are many of us
Power has no charm or delight for me
No regard no solace for authority
|
||||
2. |
Roses from Blood
04:24
|
|||
I'm not the one
You see in me
I am a wanderer
I dress in black
My face is pale
White as snow
You could never guess
I feel at all
In the depth
Beneath my eyes
The scornful tales
Of sorrows lie
For I'm a witch
And pirate too
You could never guess
I feel as you
In contrast to
My pale face
I have a button hole
With blood red rose
Roses on my hands and chest
They always will appear
When I'm in pain
|
||||
3. |
Mudak Salad
05:13
|
|||
I just ate a salad for dinner
The best one in the supermarket
It lured me away from the counter
But poisoned my gut in an instant
With layers of ripe plum tomatoes
And crispy bits hidden within it
All swimming in soft mayonnaise it's
A savoury sweet combination
So sick I was I thought I'd snuffed it
The last one that I'm ever eating
They say it's because I'm a target
A magnet for salads they're saying
The problem could well be my liver
The problem could well be my karma
If only I had been successful
If only I had been more healthy
If only I had been more noticed
Or maybe I have too much talent
Too brave and too honest & friendly
It's clear to be seen that the salad's
Foremost motivation was envy
Could it be the fact of the matter
That I was so sly and so cunning
In times of great woe and despondence
The salad was caught unsuspecting
And ruthlessly cruelly pursuing
A dish of both fame and importance
I swallowed it down without mercy
And suddenly salads all over
Stood up on behalf of their comrade
The dressing was finely concocted
The balance of flavours was fitting
But Rational doctor Sound Judgement
Whose thinking is frankly outstanding
Put forward his case oh so clearly
The salad had far too much mayo
|
||||
4. |
Outlets
06:06
|
|||
“... and then, when he died, his children wasted ten billion dollars in a few years; threw it to the wind, squandered it... don't know what on. And they had to sell this building. They cried and cried but sold it for 30 000 gold thalers... this building... And the family of the Polish king moved in... John III Sobieski... Here was the residence of the whole king! The King himself who's sitting up there...The King... Look, he's got a crown... And he's got a sceptre and six knights who guard him from morning till night around the clock. And on the second floor the king's castle remains. There are these four luxurious rooms there that you can go inside because it's an open historical museum, and look at how kings lived in the 18th century. There is such luxurious moulding on the ceiling... There are such amazing carvings... some kind of wooden furniture... handwork done in the 17th and 18th centuries... floor made in such a way as if it was a rug... And when you pay to go in, they will give you these big slippers, size 60, so you don’t scratch that parquet flooring, but so that you even polish it for your own money...”
Monologue of tour guide addressed to a group of children on Rynok Square in Lviv
In a world made of power outlets
Reach out to touch
Electric shock
Chronic electric trauma
I can't even count the burns
Again and again
Some people have nowhere to hide
From their own vulnerability
And the only shelter
Is denial
Nothing hurts
Nothing happens
I don't exist at all
Let's make the world safe
Let's make the world safe for all
|
||||
5. |
Street Voices
05:16
|
|||
I love roofs and gutters
I love hidden back alleys
I love abandoned mill courtyards
I love inner city corners
The pigeons
are nesting there
The rats
crawl from their lairs
The snakes
slither in the night
Spiders spin
their endless web
I love your twisted bodies
I love your ugly faces
I want to hear your voices
loud and angry voices
on the streets
in the heart of town
I'm tired of saints
I love you
|
||||
6. |
Many Kettles
07:12
|
|||
Part I: Mass of The Black Cats
Cats on the rooftop sleeping
but one of these nights
To the sound
of crickets croaking
We will awake
And boiling over
In disgust like kettles
We will turn the world
Upon it's head
We are the Holy Cats
I am the Holy Cat
I am the Almighty
many kettles boil within me
Amen
Part II: Brew
Out of my window
Factories down below
Cat on the rooftop sleeps
Rusty panels that leak
I see the prison walls
I see the market stalls
I hear the tram bells ring
I smell the open drains
What if just once at night
Over these roofs took flight
Fiery red Phoenix bird
Sparks fly across the sky
Factories can't be seen
Prison cannot be seen
Just like they hadn't been
Just
I know that this could be
For it is what I see
|
||||
7. |
Enjoy Your Tea
05:36
|
TANGERINECAT UK
tAngerinecAt are Zhenia Purpurovsky (from Kyiv, Ukraine) and Paul Chilton - songwriters, producers, composers, and multi-
instrumentalists based in Wales, UK.
Their influences range from artists like Gesaffelstein, Son Lux, Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds, My Dying Bride, to the ethnic music of the Ukrainian Carpathian Mountains and the films of Sergey Parajanov.
... more
Streaming and Download help
If you like TANGERINECAT, you may also like:
Bandcamp Daily your guide to the world of Bandcamp