Ceres legion -- a battle for rock'n'roll I must tell. I must save the sources of legend, "the morphological roots of a fairy-tale". The fairy-tale which was written for you, my friend, sitting at the third table in a cosy pub with a goblet of a foamy amber beverage. Let young faery take you by the hand and , treading lightly, lead you away to another world -- honest, kind, sincere and deep. Flip the vanity shatters of the table, take easel and paints, and we are not here anymore, we're in the hovel, behind the forest wall and the veil of rain. Let sounds grow silent, unnecessary, rude sounds of commonness, let forbidden trill sing. The forbidden trill in untouched silence -- what a crime to hold this precious thing! This fairy-tale, sad naive fairy-tale about loneliness, that took roots into the flaws of the soul, I wrote in summer of 1990. Due to Julia Manaeva, my Knight of Creativity, after twenty years "Forbidden Trill" wonderfully transformed into a song. "I just can't find words...Such powerful energy..."- said Julia, and metamorphosis began. The poem was filled with sounds, and the first song in repertoire of Ceres legion appeared. Julia with incomprehensible delicacy gave a voice to those inconceivable strings of woman's soul, which have always slipped out of my exceptionally mannish genius. And when I again desperately said: "I'm sinking and ready to fall down", Julia constantly answered:"I will hold you". Sensitive dialogue between a Man and a Woman turned into a song. "Into the sky" - a heart-rending fairy-tale,-not about love,no!- about unbreakable unity of Men and Women who breathe the same air. Other songs and other fairy-tales are about love.The fairy-tales about Natalya. Her flag is on my spear, her armlet is on my forearm, her tiara is on the noseband of my helmet. Natalya is my bliss, the Bliss of all my songs. Your name is Bliss, Natalya, and my name is Song. The place we live together is full of pastoral sounds. When the pastoral becomes tight and boring for me, when I go away marching, with the sword, you keep telling me you're right while rhapsodies are crying. And when I come back, covered with scars and ashes, I am glad that I'm simply alive, you're just waiting for me, and this is your gest. "You are the Bliss" is the best love song of all I've ever written. "Tenderness can be heard and it holds you in its palms..."- this way my dear friend from far Volgograd Natalya Turishcheva felt the mood of this song. The very same mood fills ballad "Thу Moon and the Sun", that once was appreciated as the best song of the evening. A sad fairy-tale about sleepless rapturous nigths and fussy sunny days -- about almighty Love, erasing the fringe between the coolness of solitude and the hot fire of daily vanity. And again about a Man, again about a Woman. Oh! women! Oh, blue blues! You can't say that the water is wet and blues is blue -- philologers would berate me. It's a tautologism! A Pleonasm! A Periphrase! Yes, it's undoubtly a tautologism. But it's the core of our interconceiving, this is our thorny path -- always following the spiral, but every time a step higher. After heat it's a cloud-burst, after grief -- meriment and laughter. Blue blues is a fairy-tale of our lives. And if this fairy-tale is written by a man, it is about a woman of course. Jazz woman, blues woman, rock'n'roll woman. The fairy-tale that is sung backing with the tender music of female strings. "Music of female strings" is the blue blues of my life. Following the narrow path we stroll from our birth to the line of no return. Mountains, a river, a forest, and here it is -- Kalinov most (Arrow-wood bridge) between Yav (our world) and Nav (the afterworld). Each of us is going to pass over this bridge with its moss-covered planks, to face mysterious guards, protecting this other world from unwelcome guests. In the sky of Egypt above the pyramids our plane suddendy lurched, and then quickly lost its altitude. How couldn't I remember Morana cutting threads of our lives with her moonlike sickle? When we, after the third attempt to put down, were on the earth, "Kalinov most" (Arrow-wood bridge) had been already written: bright, dynamic tale about spiritual power, inflexible will and total dedication, about people for whom death is just a new , but vincible, obstacle. Death brings no fear until willow branchlet pinned to inweaved shirt by loving hand lost its tress. I couldn't even imagine that my life will be sung with the voice of...my daughter. Tone of native blood, profound feeling of parental intimacy and mutual understanding. Young faery Julia Bykova. So let's get off bravely, my dear f riend, the fairy-tale has waited for us for too long. The piligrim sitting at the third table, confide in the young faery. Green horses are already saddled, lutes of the best minstrels are tuned, sacred tattoos have been applied on our souls. Straight away! Along jazz street we're rushing to the place where friendship and bread,love, courage and destiny's decisions are. Don't be afraid to lose your way, not to find the right path -- the young faery is counting the syncope-steps of our dance. Ceres is a mysterious planet in the asteroid belt, the soul of Phaeton. Ceres is the fertility and agriculture goddes in Ancient Rome. Her symbol is horn of plenty. Here are the treasures of our creativeness-- take them! Ceres legion -- the battle for rock'n'roll begins! Ceres legion, Odessa. Track-list of the album "Phylosophy of rock'n'roll" : 1. Phylosophy of Rock'n'roll 2. Tattoos 3. Kalinov Most ( (Arrow-wood Bridge) 4. The Forbidden Trill 5. Music of Women's Strings 6. Green Horse 7. The Moon and the Sun 8. Rock Brandy 9. Bliss 10. Old Blues 11. The Sky 12. Jazz Street 13. Fairy-tale for the Third Table Julia Bykova - vocal Yuri Lead Zabelin - guitar Dmitri Taler Zhermola - guitar Roman Antonenko - bass guitar Dmitri Dynamite Trushkin - bass guitar Music: Ceres band Lyrics:Ivan Bykov, Julia Manaeva (co-author 8, 11, 13) Orchestration, keyboard parts, folk instuments: Valeriya Finikopulo (3, 7), Yuri Yatsuk (13) Record, audio mixing and mastering: LETA Production Graphics and design: Maria Fedoseeva, Alexander Kondria We would like to thank particularly those, who started this way: Stanislav Shekhovtsev, Dmitri Polishchuk, Vladimir Stepanov, Victoria Lunga, Vitali Klimansky, Igor Gonzalez.