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Nickie Harte Kelly This collaboration of Warren “Chip” Russell and Dikajee finally see daylight. The music all emanated from Chip, lyrical duties were split between he and Dikajee. The trio of guest guitarists were perfectly chosen to make the material shine, and grandmaster Russell’s production is flawless. As expected, the vocals are superb, as Olja Dikajee proves she can be forceful as well as delicate and complex in her delivery, utilizing her impressive full vocal range. This was entirely worth the wait. Favorite track: For You.
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Lies ... as they burn, ringing in my ears, now return, stinging, all those years followed you, standing at my door. Now I have nothing to believe and I’m through listening anymore… Love ... fallen hard, dreaming of the Moon Now the scarred echo of a wound bleeds again, streaming in the cold and though it was fitfully asleep Now awake, stirring in my soul… I’d have given up my life... just to see you standing in the light... just to feel you breathing in the night… Love, tossed aside, scattered on the floor Like my pride, battered and ignored in the dust, shapeless and obscured and now I have nothing to believe Hidden thus, faceless void and blurred… Now I see everything shaded gray… Monochrome memories fade away… Now I see everything shaded gray… (Bathed in pale moonlit glow shining down) Monochrome memories fade away… (Like a veil falling slow to the ground)
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Ptichka 07:51
(Лети, птичка, лети... >> Leti, ptichka, leti... >> “Fly, little bird, fly...”) Not the moon drawing on me with a piece of chalk, Nor a bird on the branch waiting for a Spring Not the mocker nor the mocked Or an elvish song in MP3 Nothing, nothing… Not all the scientists with their nerdy telescopes Not a home-bird, nor a skipper who crossed the globe Nothing meets eternity... Лети, птичка, лети ... лети... Not the symbolism of a tiny leaf Not a boundless sky, neither a forest nor a tree, Not Egon Schiele nor Archip Kuindży Neither Vrubel’s lilacs nor all his demons Nothing, nothing… Mais j’ai un peu d’espoir Un bel et mince espoir Лети, птичка, лети ... лети... В поисках тепла и света* Маюсь я, но что-то в этом есть От меня и то и это Зимний город прячет где-то Здесь (* ... with grateful acknowledgement to Dmitry Burdin of the band Нихау.) Лети, птичка, лети ... лети... Not the moon drawing on me with a piece of chalk, Nor a bird on the branch waiting for a Spring Лети, птичка, лети ... лети... Not the mocker nor the mocked Or an elvish song in MP3 Лети...
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Nihil Tactum 04:14
Born of forgotten dreams, drawn from divinity (Born of forgotten dreams...) Your eyes reflect God’s schemes, a subtle blasphemy (Your eyes reflect God’s schemes...) Thrown into sharp relief, unheard of ecstasy (I still have eyes to see...) Yet I am in despair of truly reaching you (But now there is no light...) And live again what might have been… Awake as you sleep, in silence so deep yet Deafened by a choir of demons Quicksilver moonlight plays, soft dance upon your skin (Quicksilver moonlight plays...) No price I would not pay to hold you once again (No price I would not pay...) Each and every day, one ends the next begins (I still have time to grieve...) And yet I still remain in shadowed solitude (but lost the will to fight...) In love restrained, my heart in chains… Revisit the day, a promise you’d made, but Hope remains strangely elusive All ... we’ve ever been... Is all ... we’ll ever be… And all ... the words we say ... until today Touch upon nothing… So many times I’ve tried making some amends (I gave it all that I could give...) So many times I’ve failed to quite understand you (Began so small and got too big...) How much more can I give in to your demands? (I watched it fall, sand through a sieve...) Juggler balancing, afraid to drop the ball In my own mind I grasp at the straws of fear (I gave it all that I could give...) Rehearsed the lines that I try to hold so dear now (Began so small and got too big...) Remember times I lapsed into sudden tears (I watched it fall, sand through a sieve...) And so we remain touching nothing at all Regret again, what might have been… In life restrained, decorum reigns… I linger on…
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For You 06:50
Raise the tearful eyes of yours and look. The sky is blue The sky is doomed ... but today it shines for you For you... Empty the cup. Play your part. Someday there will be nothing left of you Someday the fungi will eat you to the forest but today You eat the mushroom Raise the tearful eyes of yours and look. The sea is blue The sea is doomed ... but today it sings for you For you... Someday your bones, as white as snow, will decorate the room for roots and worms Someday your tooth will be anchored by roots But today you bite the fruit Raise the tearful eyes of yours and look. The sea is blue... Raise the tearful eyes of yours, raise your eyes... Raise the tearful eyes of yours and look. The sea is blue...
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Latibulate 04:39
One will live, to live is the rarest thing in the world Most people exist and that is all My skull is in a vice; the more you speak, the less I understand you Due to my defy, I’m an ivy on your wall Mute as a growing weed, a desire to love, to live, is a shield, I latibulate in serenity... A life turned upside-down... The things I love, things I’m sick of, don’t have a place in this world My skull is in a vice; the more you speak, the less I understand you Due to my defy, I’m an ivy on your wall Mute as a growing weed, a desire to love, to live, is a shield, I latibulate in serenity... From this life I’m expecting everything, I require it Though it may hurt and sear... I wish to sink in silence; I’ve had enough of this Impose it on others; words don’t bring peace... One will live, to live is the rarest thing in the world Most people exist and that is all My skull is in a vice; the more you speak, the less I understand you Due to my defy, I’m an ivy on your wall Mute as a growing weed, a desire to love, to live, is a shield, I latibulate in serenity...

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It’s been a long and convoluted process but it’s finally here! Featuring sublimely evocative vocals from the ever-enchanting Dikajee, Quicksilver Night’s “Ptichka” EP is nearly thirty minutes in length across five captivating songs of progressive-influenced rock music with operatic and madrigal nuances set on fire by pyrotechnic solo contributions from special guest guitarists.

“Ptichka” was first announced in December of 2021 as a collaborative single nearly eight minutes in length that we intended to initially release digital-only and later include on Quicksilver Night’s next full-length album but, in the manner of all best-laid plans, it didn’t quite pan out that way. The invasion of Ukraine by Russian-led forces in February 2022 and the ensuing sociopolitical and economic upheavals threw a huge figurative spanner into the “Ptichka” works. We eventually got things back on track and as we did the song “Ptichka” itself became the title track of what ultimately evolved into a discrete five-song EP.

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released September 9, 2023

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I jokingly refer to myself as “First Among Equals” at Quicksilver Night and, while I am deeply involved in all aspects of productions
at each step, I know that cannot do this alone. I am very grateful for the support of my song-specific collaborators and tech-savvy friends.

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