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Chernobyl Rain/In The Gulag

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These two songs are taken from the triumphant comeback album of Russian pop icon Elvis Putin (pictured above)



CHERNOBYL RAIN

Seven lonely weeks
And a mass evac ago
I woke up one morn and you were gone
Don't know why you'd run
What you're running to or from
All I know is there's noone
LEFT IN TOWN!
So I'm walking in the rain
In a heavy lead lined suit
On this abandoned Ukrainian highway
I loved you much too long
My love's too strong
To let you go never knowing
WHAT WENT WRONG!

Chernobyl rain keeps pouring down
And here's another lifeless town
That I go walking through
With the lead in my shoes (lead in my shoes)
SEARCHING FOR YOU!
In the cold Chernobyl rain
In the cold Chernobyl rain

Showed your photograph
To a kid in a hazmat suit
Sitting on a stool outside a decon station
He said "Yes she was scrubbed down here"
But his memory wasn't clear
Was it early May, no wait
THE MONTH BEFORE!
Finally got a ride
From a kommissar who asked
Where you bound for in this restricted area
As we drove on through the rain
He wouldn't let me explain
And left me with a threat
THAT "I'LL ARREST YOU!"

Chernobyl rain keeps pouring down
And here's another lifeless town
That I go walking through
With the lead in my shoes (lead in my shoes)
SEARCHING FOR YOU!
In the cold Chernobyl rain
In the cold Chernobyl rain

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IN THE GULAG

As the wind howls
On a cold and gray Siberian morn
And another little baby refusenik's born
In the Gulag (In the Gulag)
And his babooshka scowls
Cause if there's one thing that she don't need
It's another inquiring mind to feed
In the Gulag (In the Gulag)

Comrades don't you understand
The child needs an iron hand
Or he'll be a social parasite some day
Take a look at you and me
Are we too bourgeoise to see
Or do we read our Pravda
And look the other way

Well, the sky snows
And an earnest young boy with a frozen nose
Digs a ditch in the tundra as the cold wind blows
In the Gulag (In the Gulag)
And his corruption grows
So he starts to read samizdat at night
And he learns how to think
And he learns about rights
In the Gulag (In the Gulag)

Then one night in inspiration
The hooligan breaks away
He writes a poem, gets up on a car
Starts to recite, but he don't get far
And his babooshka cries ....

As a crowd gathers round
A corrupted young man
Taken away to an asylum
With a poem in his hand
In the Gulag (In the Gulag)
And as she says goodby (in the Gulag)
On a cold and grey Siberian morn
And another baby refusenik's born
In the Gulag
And his babooshka cries
(IN THE GULAG! .... Aaaaah...)

Oh my Vanguard of the Collective! Was not being aware that I am stepping on toes of Comrade Director of People's Karaoke who was also writing most glorious parody of "In The Gulag." I confess to you now of insufficient collectivist ardor in reasearching glorious archives of People's Karaoke. It shall not happen again!!!

Would that one day my parody be considered as equal, Comrade Groucho

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Carry on comrade.... There's room for all

I'm quite certain there's one or two I've rewritten...


 
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