Missing Opportunities

by Uphill Work

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released August 25, 2014

Konstantin Benyumov - guitars
Lev Gankine - keyboards, vocals, glockenspiel
Konstantin Provorov - drums
Evgeniy Semiletov - bass

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Alexey Ponomarev & Victor Davydov - backing vocals

Lyrics by Lev Gankine
Music by Lev Gankine // Uphill Work

Recorded and mastered at Stereo Mansion Studio, Moscow, in March 2013 - July 2014.

Produced by Nikolay Orel // Uphill Work
Recorded and mastered by Nikolay Orel

Cover art and design by Victoria Kim

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Track Name: Best Wishes
Wish my cap and feather days
Did not end up in the maze
As of now I’m left perplexed
In a life of hypertext
Wish I gained some confidence
Asked her for a comfy dance
As of now I’m left alone
Oozing of testosterone
On this Sunday afternoon
Dream a bitter dream
Mourning inability of
Acting on a whim
Why do I keep losing it?
Why do I keep missing opportunities?
Why am I still losing it?
Maybe it’s a curse?

Wish I pulled for Italy
Wouldn’t cry so bitterly
After all the bluish team
Always had a high esteem
Wish I held my wallet tight
In the darkness of the night
As it turns out I am broke
Like that ragamuffin bloke
On this Sunday afternoon
Dream a bitter dream
Mourning inability of
Acting on a whim
Why do I keep losing it?
Why do I keep missing opportunities?
Why am I still losing it?
Maybe it’s a curse?

Wish I wrote a testament
Left my fortune to a friend
As of now my greedy kids
Tear it up to little bits
Wish I said incinerate
Just before it was too late
As of now my shabby corpse
Will be eaten by the worms
On this Sunday afternoon
Dream a bitter dream
Mourning inability of
Acting on a whim
Why do I keep losing it?
Why do I keep missing opportunities?
Why am I still losing it?
Maybe it’s a curse?
Track Name: Leave It To Paul
Heard a distant caterwauling
Might be mother’s pin a-rolling
Into my face what a disgrace
Pleaded guilty for my absence
Triggered by the concupiscence
Could you withhold a 15-year old
Running through the puddles never been so much fun
Sorry for the codgers who forgot how it’s done
So if you’re really going to
Come to terms with
Various wearisome stuff
Octopus recommends falling in love

Seen a flashlight through the blanket
Day before there was a banquet
Century half – have a good laugh
Let’s give up on work commitments
Life’s too short to not omit them
Could you withhold a 50-year old
Living as a prospect never been so much fun
Screw the obligations that were left undone
If you’re really going to
Come to terms with
Various regular fools
Octopus recommends breaking the rules

Smelled a scent of medication
True to type of my location
Once a flint rock, now a hospital dog
Now I figured what awaits us
Let’s switch off the apparatus
Could you withhold a 90-year old
Dying as a prospect never been so much fun
Gazing for the last time on this insolent sun
If you’re really going to
Come to terms with
Permanent serious fits
Octopus recommends calling it quits
Track Name: A Troubled Rhymemaker
Frigid – rigid with an “f”
Bridget, widget - kinda naff
Giddy, needy poetry
Only apt for an mp3
Am I gonna find a rhyme
That will get me an extra dime
How’d I have my language lush
So it wouldn’t make me blush

Would you shut the door of my perfect mind
Rhyme I’m hunting for let the verse unwind
Searching in the snow, searching in the sky
Next thing that I know love has passed me by

Chatter, clatter underhand
Did he sell his soul again
Versifier’s revenue
On the lonesome avenue
Breaking circle’s hard enough
Keeping sane is twice as tough
Help me out from these woes
Brighten up the withered rose

Would you shut the door of my perfect mind
Rhyme I’m hunting for let the verse unwind
Searching in the snow, searching in the sky
Next thing that I know love has passed me by

Bird has flown down on his hat
Poet lies exanimate
Random letters in his eyes
Casting glances to the skies
Thought he’s born to rule the world
With his verses brave and bold
Turned out words were not his friends
Left him suffer in the end

Time to shut the door of his perfect mind
Leaving him alone with no rhymes to find
Sought them in the dust, sought them in the sky
Sought them and at last love has passed him by
Track Name: Smile Over Substance
Picture me and you
Starting from anew
Looking to pursue
Everything that’s worth pursuing at the least
Chase the beauty and the beast
Catch the slippery unicorn
Disconnect from days forlorn
Where’s the biggest smile in town?
Don’t you bring me down oh no

Picture two of us
Getting on the bus
Rushing but alas
Never getting to the point of no recall
Wish we’ve made it after all
As of yet the fortune’s wheel
Rolls into the wind, but still
Where’s the biggest smile in town?
Don’t you bring me down oh no

Sounds like a plan
Picture anywhen
Take me back again
To the world where nothing ever stays the same
Every side-street has a name
Every worker’s getting paid
Every wanker’s getting laid
Where’s the biggest smile in town?
Don’t you bring me down oh no
Don’t bring me down oh no
Track Name: History Is Haunting
Days and weeks pass me by
Winter makes room for spring
Used to think time was on my side
But I’m no longer sure, I’m no longer sure
They told me I must be proud
Living in a glory land
Told me I should kiss a tricolor
But I’m no longer sure I’m no longer sure
I’m no longer sure, I’m no longer sure

History is haunting me, I’m not afraid to die
History is haunting me, but I am feeling blue
History is haunting me, did I come in for that
History is haunting me, it’s getting hard to breath

Year after year goes by
Strengthening the weight of time
Obviously now it won’t be long
Until the hammer falls, ‘til the hammer falls
They told me I have to kneel
Acknowledge the magnitude
Of the nation that fought against the vice
But I’m lo longer sure, I’m no longer sure
I’m no longer sure, I’m no longer sure

History is haunting me, I’m not afraid to die
History is haunting me, but I am feeling blue
History is haunting me, did I come in for that
History is haunting me, it’s getting hard to breath

Calendar must be stopped
We’re all hardly firm enough
To endure the enforcement of our age
It’s bound to collapse, bound to collapse
They told me I have to love
My country, my folk, my past
But what I really love is this little girl
Her ringlets in the wind, ringlets in the wind
Her ringlets in the wind, ringlets in the wind

History is haunting me, I’m not afraid to die
History is haunting me, but I am feeling blue
History is haunting me, did I come in for that
History is haunting me, it’s getting hard to breath
Track Name: Rigor Mortis
I see my mind run to the mill
I hear my voice brought to a hiss
I swear the chill’s not gonna leave
I fear the fade’s not gonna end
So sick so hot under the eyes
So sick so cold near the heart
Be quiet or else you will expire
Be loud or else no one will hear you now

Languor, torpor, stupor, rigor mortis

I think my life gets to a halt
I guess my time’s virtually up
I’m sure my death’s ringing a bell
I’d say the scythe suits her fine
So sick so hot under the eyes
So sick so cold near the heart
Be quiet or else you will expire
Be loud or else no one will hear you now
Track Name: Snowing Down South
Set out to the sea but it was snowing down south
Your misled directions like a cobweb in my mouth
So I go home gotta rest my case
Sensing no one’s going to win this race

See it’s sometimes requisite to cop out from this mess
Recognize your weaknesses behind their fancy dress
So I retreat, love don’t mean a thing
When beckoning a poet with an empty string
Saturday is gandering over Friday’s wing

Grandma said I look like a mess, a genuine weirdo
Haven’t combed in weeks and my dress smells like a loo
I forgot to tuck in my vest under the jacket
So it’s dangling vacantly causing hullabaloo

Critics say I play like a mess, a spoof of a player
Getting lost in dominant chords, suffering from blots
Neither jazz nor rock nor whatever suits their vocabular
Styles collide and nothing at all stands out from the lot

Girlfriend says I’m out of my mind breaking all deadlines
Missed a date by a solid hour what a fucking twat
What excuses could I invent to soap down her anger
Well I blamed it all on the helluva blizzard but
Sadly in the South it seldom snows

Brother fox I sound like a fool mixing up weekdays
Would you trust I never told lies intentionally
Trouble is the sixth one thrusts in front of the fifth one
I’m in need of someone to have my company

Sister ray I have to go out clean up my edifice
There were gaps in what I’ve submitted previously
Please forgive this typical case of idee fixe
Me insisting I need to start a family

Can I be a decent dad when my coat is torn
Can I be a husband with a strip of underpants
Sticking out from underneath the waistbelt line
Not much hope that snow is going to blind you and
Also in the South it seldom snows

How did it occur that the snow has been falling
Weather forecasts said there was going to be sunshine
Maybe we’re to blame for this mess with the seasons
Breathed ourselves the winter without any reasons

How did it occur that the week order was screwed up
The reality doesn’t match television diary
Maybe pace of life got too hurried to swallow
So on Thursdays you’re not aware what will follow
Is that Friday
Or a wry day
Either bye bye
Or hello.

And snow has fallen on the ground
And everything is white around
And snow has drifted everywhere
The sky is grey the earth is bare
All’s forsaken never shaken by
The meaningful thought, the promising plot

And snow found way into my shoes
Is there still anything to lose?
And Paul the octopus is dead
Who’s gonna see the years ahead?
All’s forgiven never driven by
The monetary greed, the corporate creed

And snow has spread inside the veins
And snow has bled throughout the drains
And snow has frozen our minds
And snow’s being swirled into the bind
So tight so firm that I could just barely move

What can we do oh troubled one
To see the carpet of the sun
Can we relive the day before
Until we’re hit by a springing door
So strong so hard that we can just barely wait
Until it’s Saturday

Made it to the sea but it was snowing down south
Your misled directions still a cobweb in my mouth
So I go home gotta rest my case
Sensing no one’s going to win this race