Miss Sloboda LP

by Telemama

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Telemama is the music project of visual artist Dragana Zarevska. It is a cloud of things: minimal, dirty, scratchy, indie, home-made, undefined, dark, light and else. Telemama's initial plan was to simply play tiny acoustic concerts for friends in their cozy living-rooms. She later continued performing on stages as well. Her debut album is a collection of home recordings created in the intimate space, somewhere in between measles, street protests and a husband on business trip.

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released June 13, 2015

All songs written by Dragana Zarevska,
Except Track 8: Music by Last Expedition; Lyrics by Xhabir Deralla.

Recorded at Dragana's home and at Kanal 103 radio.
Mastering by Nenad Tonkin.
Cover design by Dragana Zarevska.

Released by „Ako nikoj ne sviri“, Skopje, 2015.
akonikojnesviri.bandcamp.com

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Track Name: Komitska
(English translation only)


Komitska*


Miss Sloboda** goes to a battle
Prepares and puts some make-up
She is looking at herself in the mirror,
and running trough the door.

Sweet and free-spirited,
it's the '90s,
she is now aware of
what is going to happen to her in the '2000s

Some crazy fool will try to take everything she has
and it's not going to be some boyfriend
but rather some nano-fascist. x 2

She is ready to get killed only because of love,
To get killed only because of love
She doesn't accept play-pretend (fake) happiness




*"Komita" was someone who was considered an outlaw in Ottoman times in the Balkans. This song is for a she-komita.

**"Sloboda" means "freedom" in Macedonian and some other Slavic languages.
Track Name: Lazare
(English translation only)


Lazare


Wait for me
When I’ll be jumping over the fence towards your side
To be able to help me
So I don't bruise my knees.

Lazare, you are a child to play with
You are a tiny little man,
How is it over there?
Is it nice?

I miss you, I miss you
Lazare. X 2

It’s winter, let’s play…
Hide or seek, hide or chase me,
Lazare, you are a child to play with
You are a tiny little man,
How is it over there?
Is it nice?

I miss you, I miss you
Lazare. X 2
Track Name: Vale Tereshkova
(English translation only)


Vale Tereshkova


Laika is waiting for you at the door
when you are entering and taking off your coat and helmet
you water the rose,
and you run to the factory

You are unknown to everyone,
unknown to everyone
you have a rocket without having a cosmos
Vale Tereshkova

The Little Prince is in the kindergarten,
you are buying some spinach and a notebook for him
you water the rose,
and you run to the factory

You are unknown to everyone,
unknown to everyone
you have a rocket without having a cosmos
Vale Tereshkova
Track Name: Mali veshterki
(English translationonly)

Little witches

I am going on the road,
Wide open sky,
And a high ceiling,
Made of clouds, my little bear,

I am going on the road, wide open sky,
And a high ceiling made of clouds, my little bear,
For you, for you, for you, for you I am about to find a toy
Sleep well until then, and don’t look for me,
I will come back flying on a broom.

Ref:
It is not your fault you are so naughty
You are a witch, you are wild,
That is your job

I am going on the road,
And the sun has awaken
So it can be water and food
For me.
I am going on the road, and the sun has awaken,
So it can be water and food for me,
For you, for you, for you, for you, for you I am about to find a toy.
Sleep well until then, don’t ask for me,
I will come back flying on a broom.

Ref:
It is not your fault you are so naughty
You are a witch, you are wild,
That is your job

It is not your fault you are so naughty
You are a witch, you are wild,
That is your job
Track Name: Srce
(English translation only)


A heart

Your heart
Is full of planes
Are you, my love,
Preparing a war?

We could be at the seaside,
I – beneath
You – on top of me
And make waves for this bizarre world.

We could still be alive -
whole and without wounds.
Without wounds.
Track Name: Studentska 2014
(English translation only)


The Students' song

Fahrenheit 451,
Books are forbidden,
The eternal bully hits you in the face,
and the futures are wounded.

You only want some cinema
Poets, good people
A bike, sci-fi, and
A strong making-out,
Trip around the world,
And a bright day at home.

A he-student and a she-student walk hand by hand,
A he-student and a she-student walk hand by hand,
They march like that, while holding hands.

Fahrenheit 451
Books are forbidden.
The Big Brother is a jerk
We are walking heads held high.
Track Name: Pesna za pesot (Last Expedition cover)
(English translation only)


A song for the dog

A distant reflection
Of wonderful days
which are being pushed away by the wind,
so far from us

No, it shouldn't have happen,
someone to kill the city
in a bloody summer

No, it shouldn't have happen,
someone to kill the city
full with people
Track Name: Papochen shtep
(English translation only)


Umbilical hem

Oh mom,
Why are we so distant?
Like the one who shops and the one who makes the clothes?

Why, why, why?

You are a “not”, there is no you, you are gone
And me – I am still here, I am still here,
For short, or for longer – I am still here.

You are a “not”,
And I, I am an “I”.
I am here, I am, I am here,
I am here, my heart beats still.

You have no body,
I have no brains,
I have no brains.

Oh mom,
Why are we so distant?
Like the one who shops and the one who makes the clothes?

You are there,
I am here,
You are there, there, there, there, there
I am here.

You have no body,
I have no brains,
You have no body, body, body, body, body.
I have no brains.

And now…how do I proceed?
Track Name: Oblache si ti
(English translation only)


You are a tiny cloud

If you are looking for a pair of eyes
That would be able to see “the city”
In the city,
You’re only going to find tears,
beams, sand and smoke.

You want to be able to smile so much,
You are tinier than a seed,
You are a tiny little cloud

Miss Sloboda is your girlfriend and asks
For you two to walk around holding hands,
But you are so ashamed,
That you don’t have the city you are dreaming of.

You would like to be able to smile so, so much,
You are tinier than a seed,
You are a tiny cloud