Missing Opportunities

by Uphill Work

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Nicolas RESSOT UW continue sur sa lancée...toujours aussi original, quoique moins varié que Dribs et un peu plus court ; mais bon, là je chipote. Quoi qu'il en soit, ne manquez pas l'opportunité ! Favorite track: Snowing Down South.
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Intro 00:26
2.
Best Wishes 03:32
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?
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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
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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
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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
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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
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Rigor Mortis 04:37
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
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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

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We have now run out of the CD copies of "Missing Opportunities" – the 200 pressing is fully sold out. Thanks to everyone for the support! Until recently, the digital album has been offered for free (or, rather, via "name your price" option), but since this is the only available medium now, we have assigned a low price to it. For the other Uphill Work albums physical copies are still available, so digital copies will be kept offered via "name your price" until the CDs are sold out.

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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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