Diesel vs Lungs

by Ashia Bison Rouge

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1. Diesel vs Lungs You’ve got a Rolls Royce, Rolls Royce I’ve got a box car, box car Every morning we take them out, out to the start line and stare down the raceway, and stare own the raceway looking to champion, or we’re looking to champion You’ve beat me 9 out of 10 times, but this time I’ve got a plan…. You’ve got a diesel, diesel I’ve got my lungs, oh oh my lungs You’ve got the gas to push your pistons, and I’ve got the blood to pump my heart. And I’ve got an engine to blow your mind. And I’ve got an engine to blow your mind And I’ve got an engine to blow you mind You’ve beat me 9 out of 10 times but this time I’m gonna win… Glockenspiel Solo Bitte!!! You’ve got no gas in your tank, I’ve sucked it out along with the oil You can try to turn the key, and I’ll just stand by laughing sweetly And you can’t even start. And you can’t even start. Oh and you can’t even start! And I’m running to the line, oh I’m running to the line, I’m running to the line.. and I’ve won… Oh I’ve won with my heart, and my guts, and my lungs, and oh oh oh, I’ve won. I’ve won.
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2. They Take (Ostrava) They’ll take your love boy, they’ll take your coal They’ll take your pride boy, they’ll take your steel And you keep giving boy till they break your will And you keep giving boy till your blood is bad I’ll take what’s mine mine mine, I’ll dig deep in your heart I’ll take what’s mine mine mine, deep down in your roots And you keep giving boy, ’till your self pours out And you keep giving boy, ’till you’ve only got doubt doubt doubt They’ll take your thoughts boy, they’ll take your air They’ll take your soul boy, they’ll take your earth But, you keep giving boy, ’till your body is hard But, you keep giving boy, ’till your dreams are in the ground And they’ll take your coffin boy, they’ll take your dirt They’ll take your ghost boy, they’ll take your ashes And you keep giving boy, and you keep giving. And you keep giving boy…. they take, they take, they take…..
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3. Spirit Dances Evermore You’ve got the key, just turn the lock, the hinges creek the door will crack your frozen soul stuck in the engine of apparatus thoughts Just open the door and listen, to the deep dark void Oh your ancestors call you, your ancestors dance Otwórz, otwórz, twoje drzwi Otwórz otwóry twoją klatke i znajdzieś, znajdzieś miłość i siebie i znajdzieś, znajdzieś duchy…. ah ah ah ah….. Your fluttered heart, trapped in a cage with wings to fly, open up your ribs your bones will break the steel will burst your blood will run, give yourself up already and listen to the keep dark void Oh your ancestors call you your ancestors dance Otwórz, otwórz twoje drzwi Otwórz otwórz twoją klatke i znajdzieś, znajdzieś miłość i siebie i znajdzieś, znajdzieś duchy…. ah ah ah ah….. Your body shakes and trembles Your mind cracks open Your heart is on the floor Your spirit dances evermore Your bodies shaking, your bones are breaking, the tones of the music are collaborating with your blood your thought, your love and naught Every move is gone is sensation Your mind cracks open, rocks are rolling the fissures in your mind are ever-exploding Volcanoes boom, Dreams a bloom! Freedom ablaze in your cranium en-hazed! Coeur, Heart, Serce, Corazon. No matter how you break it, it tempers the soul Rage, Rapture, Passion, Hate Regardless of it all we collaborate Sirens wailing, spirits exhaling, in the essence your breath, your excitement is reeling Your ancestors dancing, prancing, trancing Taking your fever to the vital force! Otwórz, otwórz twoje drzwi, Otwórz otwórz twoją klatke… i znajdzieś, znajdzieś miłość i siebie i znajdzieś, znajdzieś duchy…. ah ah ah ah…..
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4. Głupie Bajeczki Stary bocian leci w szare chmury Zapomniany smok leży w ciemnej szafie, ogień zgaszony Baby Jagi chata z masła roztopiła się na brudnych ulicach Tysiące krecików patrzą przez okno samotne A ja tu siedzę z makami w dłoniach, zgubiona w marzeniach a ja bym chciała rzucić kamyk, i zbić te wszystkie pamiątki Te głupie bajeczki trzymają mnie w zamku w chmurach i ja nie mogę do ciebie dotrzeć i ja nie mogę się oderwać nie mogę, nie mogę się oderwać Cyrkowe lampki migają daleko we mgle, w tle a twoje oczy we mnie patrzą, zgubione w tych światełkach A ja nie mogłam się doczekać aż ty się obudziłeś Możesz mnie znaleźć tam daleko gdzie żubry biegają wolne Te głupie bajeczki Trzymają cię w zamku w chmurach i ja nie mogę do ciebie dotrzeć i ja nie mogę cię oderwać nie mogę, nie mogę, nie mogę cię oderwać TRANSLATION Foolish Fairy-tales An old stork soars in the grey clouds A forgotten dragon lies in a dark closet, fire extinguished Baba Yaga’s hut of butter melted on the dirty streets 1000 Moles gaze lonely through a store window And I’m sitting here with poppies in my palms, lost in dreams And I’d like to throw a rock, and break all these memories These foolish fairy tales Hold me in a castle in the clouds and I can’t get to you and I can’t tear myself away I can’t, I can’t, tear myself away Circus lamps twinkle far away in the fog, the aether And your eyes look into me lost in these lights And I couldn’t wait for you to waken You can find me far away where the bison run free These foolish fairy tales Hold you in a castle in the clouds And I can’t get to you And I can’t tear you away I can’t, I can’t, I can’t Tear you away
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5. Czerwone Maki Nie było czasu na biżuterię, szlafrok, kosmetyki, Nie było czasu na herbatę, kawę z ciastkami. Panika, panika nie ma wyjścia – musimy być silni, Prędko, prędko zbierajcie się, ogień straszy Bomby lecą, Bomby lecą Czerwone maki rosną głęboko w moim śnie, Tam gdzie rzeka płynie wolno I dni zmieniają się w lata, Czerwone maki, czerwone z pasji, czerwone z krwi. Stary pies szczeka, szare są chmury, Czarny miecz, czarna kosa. Błyskawica straszy, samoloty spadają z nieba. Czołgi burzą wszystko co jest piękne, Co żyje i co zielone - Musimy uciekać od tej machiny. Czerwone maki rosną głęboko w moim śnie, Tam gdzie rzeka płynie wolno I śmierć zmienia się w życie - Czerwone maki, czerwone z pasji, czerwone z krwi. TRANSLATION Vermillion Poppies There wasn’t time for jewelry, bath robes, cosmetics There wasn’t time for tea, coffee, with cakes Panic, Panic there’s no way out – we must be strong Quickly, quickly gather yourselves, fire frightens Bombs are falling, the bombs are falling Vermillion Poppies grow deeply in my dreams Where the river flows slowly and days turn into years Vermillion Poppies, Vermillion from Passion, Vermillion from Blood An old dog barks, grey clouds, black sword, black scythe Lightning frightens, planes are falling from the sky Tanks are destroying all that is beautiful, all that is green We must run from this machine Vermillion Poppies grow deeply in my dreams Where the river flows slowly and death turns into life Vermillion Poppies, Vermillion from Passion, Vermillion from Blood
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6. Call Your Own You don’t need a jungle to survive You don’t need a jungle to survive If you’ve got a Crevie to call your own If you’ve got a Crevie to call your own And the Dandelion Roots they grow they grow in cracks, in cracks, in cracks And the Bristlcone Pine, Bristlecone Pine Grows on the Tops of Mountains where nothing else will grow on the Tops of Mountains where nothing else will grow If you plant a see and it won’t grow If you plant a see and it won’t grow Just give some water full of love Just give some water full of love And the mason bees will work Oh, they’ll work, they’ll work And they’ll pollinate, pollinate, pollinate your dreams, your dreams Pollinate, Your dreams, Your dreams And the Stag the stag he runs wild And the Stork the stork, she flies free And the Stag the stag he runs wild And the Stork the stork, she flies free
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8. Shepherd’s Wings The son leaves for gold in the city of lights, the daughter travels to Paris to fulfill her dream as a ballerina, even the family dog runs away to find a pet psychologist to help him with his depression. They find nostalgia and longing for their home and Mother’s love. Upon returning, they are fulfilled with a richer life. Syn wyjechał do miasta w nieznane Poszukać to światło, zdobyć to złoto Dwa, pięć, piętnaście lat minęło i siedzi sam w pokoju Wzory kwiatowe, ludowe na około Patrzy na lampę bez światła, zgasić tęsknotę i pączki, piwo, i Matka Matka Matka Oh oh She had shepherd’s wings and she wanted to keep her family in Oh oh she had shepherd’s wings and she wanted to keep her family in But the glamour of the West wasn’t what she could give best Her love, her baked goods, her carpet weaving’s wasn’t enough to keep them from leaving Córka tańczyła, balerina wybitna Marzyła o karierze na scenie w Paryżu Wyjechała do Francji na przesłuchanie Jurorzy zachwyceni: Takie piękne nogi Maintenant s’il vous plaît… Sans vêtements…. nudité, nudité Tańczyła najpiękniej, i dobrze zarabiała ale teraz na scenie tylko marzyła…. i pierożki, Matka Boska i niewinne cukierki… nie bon bon tylko Raczki Raczki Raczki….. Nawet Piesek uciekał, poszukać pomocy pszchologa zwierzątek Bo siedziąc na podwórku w depresję wpadł- jęczał i szczekał i milczał i warczał i Tylko Pani lekarka Amerykanka mu powiedziała…. jesteś wilczku smutny bo… bez rodziny samo zło Oh oh Biedny Wilczku Daleko od domu smutno Wracaj szybko, wracaj Wilczku Mama czeka… Mother ‘s waiting Oh oh She had shepherd’s wings and she wanted to keep her family in Oh oh she had shepherd’s wings and she wanted to keep her family in But the glamour of the West wasn’t what she could give best Her love, her baked goods, her carpet weaving’s brought them back, oh brought them back, from leaving….
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9. Country will do her well Oh rain, rain it falls on the city streets Grey clouds enter the grey walls She is sitting at her window and dreaming of, dreaming of The farmer he plants his weeds. oh the farmer he plants his weeds They’ll break down the concrete of his lover’s walls Oh his roots are better, his roots are better Oh trains, trains, are screaming down the tracks Steel is cutting fog, is cutting the night They are taking her thoughts, oh taking them, to the hills to the hills where… The farmer he spins his windmills, oh the farmer he spins his windmillls They’ll break down the rye for his lover’s break, Oh she’ll fast ’till she’s hungry, she’ll fast till she’s fed Oh his bread is better, his bread is better Oh Rouge, rouge cheeks bloom to the sky Naked feet dance on mushroom moss Her back’s in the earth, oh the country will do her well The farmer, oh oh her arms. Oh the farmer, oh oh her arms She’ll plow the field over her lover’s needs She’ll hold the harvest of the love they reap Oh they’ll grow together, they’ll grow together…..
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10. Burn Give Bust Love Oh you Burn oh you burn oh you burn until it Hurts and you Give oh you give oh you give until it Burns and you Bust oh you bust oh you bust until it Gives and you Love oh you love oh you love until it Opens… I pray to the cosmos every night to give me hands strong enough to bust it out of the cage, I’ve built for myself It Darkens my mind, it cloaks my heart, and I can’t take it no more, no more. It clenches my throat, it binds my arms. Oh they burn So I burn, and I give, I bust oh bust, and I love. Oh I burn, and I give, and I bust, and love, oh I love Look inside my ribcage you will find a space there. Its the home of my soul and ancestors. There you’ll find a filament, burning bright. Burning up my mind and opening up my heart, unclenching my throat, unbinding my arms, my arms, my arms, oh they burn. So I burn, I give, oh I bust oh I bust, and I love So I burn, I give, oh I bust oh I bust, and I love I’m afraid of letting go, I’m afraid of losing control I’m afraid of what I’ll become, I’m afraid, I’m afraid of the I’m afraid of letting go, I’m afraid of losing control I’m afraid of what I’ll become, I’m afraid, I’m afraid of the…. … of the Love…Love… Love…. so I burn, and I give, and I bust, and I … love

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Diesel vs Lungs – Industry vs Nature, Machine vs Man

The ideas and concepts of the album and first song are based on the ideas and struggles of nature versus industry, and machine versus man, the body. There are lately, the ideas, to return to the earth, to walk away from fully industrialized life and to take care and protect nature, as well as our own bodies. We are starting to once again see that our own bodies are excellent modes of transportation! Walking, riding a bicycle, (or a bison) instead of using a car each time to just go to get groceries.

We are starting to turn lawns into vegetable gardens, re-use/recycle, and save energy, so as not to take too much from nature. Also, there is research being done to learn to cleanse what industry puts out, with the use of natural micro-organisms. In some way, this struggle this fight, between protecting nature and industrialization is also producing new ideas of how to create a balance between the two.

There are also the ideas of immigration, which relies on locomotion, on the possibilities of work, and escape from war/political struggles. If it isn’t for industrial jobs offered, for hope of freedom through work, than immigrants would possibly never leave their homes, whether to go abroad or change regions. Many immigrants find that the work they so desperately need often comes with the price of their own bodies and environment. It is a struggle they live through while also missing home and the lives they left that lie now only in their dreams.

And somewhat in connection, the ideas of ancestors stem from where they lie (Spirit Dances Evermore)- within our own selves and within the environment. When we respect our ancestors then we respect our environment and our own bodies, for we hold them in ourselves and also in our surroundings. All is connected, so once we begin to destroy one, we destroy ourselves. If we cage ourselves into a paradigm of destruction, we must get out- whether it is our environment, or our own minds, or even, a political system…. but perhaps, the latter will be for another project or album.

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released September 3, 2013

Released 03 October 2013
Ashia Grzesik - vocals, cello, ukulele
Anezka Gebauerova - accordion
Hillary Schoap - viola
Justin Mackewich - violin
Keith Brusch - bass
Michal Lasota - drums
Marcin Spera - bass
Mark Burdon - drums, percussion
Patti King - guitar, glockenspiel, violin
Wojciech Orszewski - guitar
Lucia Conrad - violin
Olga Kwiatek- violin
Todd Bayles - drums, bass
Compositions and Songs, Production: Ashia Grzesik
Front Cover Artwork & Mixes: Ania Grzesik
Artwork: Ashia Grzesik & Philipp Striegler
Recorded BY:
Douglas Jenkins, Portland, OR (Mixing and Production)
Nalin Silva, Revolver Studios, Portland, OR
Jacek Krzaklwski, Wroclaw, PL
Maciej Prokopowicz, Wroclaw, PL
(c) 2013 Ashia Grzesik
(p) 2013 JARO Medien GmbH. All rights reserved! www.jaro.de

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ASHIA BISON ROUGE Berlin, Germany

"Captivating" Portland Mercury
"Absolutely tremendous!" Jeffrey Callison, KXJZ Capitol Public Radio
Ashia's cello song-writing reflects longing for her Slavic roots with Chopin and Gypsy musings and the rock of the New World, as well as Classical infused Pop. Her songs and stories both humorous and serious, invoke dreams of ancestors, the environment, and love all fall into their arrangements.
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