Along about that time Lyrik and Bene shared idea to make records, they had always wanted to do in their secret dreams. Later they were joined by a piano player and producer Roland Kánik.
Their latest album Luxus Clan (2017) features many English-speaking rappers and singers from the UK, US and Canada.
So the producents delivered beats, Modré Hory spitted the rhymes and with the help of their creative energy 20 tracks were born.
In this process helped many producents like: Karaoke Tundra, Beyuz, Peko, Billy Hollywood, Moe (from A.M.O.) and Foolk. Honorary president of this group was jazz musician Marian Jaslovsky.
Modré Hory released one album of the same name, one EP and two mixtapes (Dobré slohy & Dobré slohy 2). Dobré slohy 2 mixtape is available free from http://www.slnkorecords.sk/sr_album.php?id=61.
Modré hory split due to the mutual disagreement in 2009. They rejoined in 2013 to release new album Big Beat.
You can listen to their older music at www.myspace.com/modrehory and their 2013 album Big beat at: http://www.youtube.com/playlist?list=PLPNxsDSmD9hkUhUdxd4L0osGv_Ib_4Fq8
Bigbít
Modré hory Lyrics
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Tisíce politických väzňov stretnem cez deň.
A tie milióny duší to dusí,
To poznanie, že daní sa chytajú aj ruky.
Ľudí cudzích, cudzejších jak cudzinci,
čo ovladajú mimikry ich obrnené tváre.
Sú krásne, v ochranej atmosfére,
Cestujem ulicami mestského štátu v Bratislave,
Kde sú reality drahé.
Kde sú banky také zdravé,
A kde sú prisťahovalci hladní, jak bývanie stále.
A tak si zoberú hypoz za niekoľko milionov,
A budú to splácať, celý život.
Budú sa musieť správať intrigou krivo,
A milo plniť sny, o samovláde tigrom.
Vlečiem sa v zápche v BMW rady šesť,
Nie je moje, ale môj známy má, má tu česť.
Vidím kocku zo skla, odráža poťahy,
Kocku zo skla neopätuje pohľad.
Život v dobe, kedy sa rodí nový vek,
Vlády salutujú elite, dobrý deň.
Globalizovaný svet, masy opojené,
Slávný napojený na heroíne slávy.
Povedz mi kto sú ti, ktorím, ľudstvo smrdí,
Povedz mi kto sú homo sapiens, v krvi homo.
Daj mi prachy homo, daj mi viac ich,
Nie homo daj mi svoj čas, a dáš mi aj majlant.
Cítim sa tak jak sa cítim vždycky,
V Lidli vraj predávajú city na lizing.
A rádia jebú na Bigbeat vždycky,
Kým my sme vďačný za Bigbeat vždycky.
Cítim sa tak jak sa cítim vždycky,
V Lidli vraj predávajú city na lizing.
A rádia jebú na Bigbeat vždycky,
Kým my sme vďačný za Bigbeat vždycky.
Za oknom sa rozteká svet a firmy,
A cash, slova prúd, autá, svetlo a búrka.
A svet, čo je v tom sám online, mokvá,
Nával aj hypokríz poď k nám blizko si.
Zdrháme preč z našich vysnených realít,
Do iných realít, makáme pre balík.
Svet sa posral skús ho prebaliť, prepáč mi,
Politik, papaláš, hopštapler, jebať ich.
V mori norí sa svorka žralokov,
Niekto tam lobuje tak trocha za bohov.
Tigre, billboard, nikde nikto,
Milióny peňazí zapchali žumpy.
Ústa ústavu rozumie sponzorne,
Spoza bonton, napchá v kontoch.
Vyzná to, a jeho sekretárka vie robiť s Wordom,
Otvoriť Word no tak poď Joe.
Cítim sa tak jak sa cítim vždycky,
V Lidli vraj predávajú city na lizing.
A rádia jebú na Bigbeat vždycky,
Kým my sme vďačný za Bigbeat vždycky.
Cítim sa tak jak sa cítim vždycky,
V Lidli vraj predávajú city na lizing.
A rádia jebú na Bigbeat vždycky,
Kým my sme vďačný za Bigbeat vždycky.
The lyrics to Modre Hory's song "Bigbít" address pressing societal issues, particularly in the context of urban Slovakia. The singer describes feeling like a political prisoner, constantly surrounded by them as well. The weight of the knowledge that even the hands of those who pay taxes are cuffed becomes overwhelming. The "strangers" who control the armored faces of the people around them flaunt their beauty in an atmosphere of protection, while others live in the mud, and they in the stratosphere.
The singer describes the reality of the city of Bratislava where the cost of living is high, banks are healthy, and immigrants are hungry with nowhere to live. People take out mortgages for millions and spend their entire lives paying them off, with intrigue and lies, just to fulfill their dreams of being self-ruling tigers. The singer travels by car, BMW Series 6, but it doesn't belong to him. The glass cube reflects on the upholstery, and he contemplates the big things happening in life. He questions who these people are, who make the world stink. He questions our being Homo sapiens, and whether or not that is the case when we have blood in our veins, both human and not. Finally, the singer talks about how, while others are constantly complaining about Bigbeat, they are grateful for it.
Line by Line Meaning
Cítim sa jak politický väzeň,
I feel like a political prisoner
Tisíce politických väzňov stretnem cez deň.
I meet thousands of political prisoners every day
A tie milióny duší to dusí,
And those millions of souls are suffocating
To poznanie, že daní sa chytajú aj ruky.
The realization that even hands are taxed
Ľudí cudzích, cudzejších jak cudzinci,
Foreign people, even more foreign than strangers
čo ovladajú mimikry ich obrnené tváre.
Who control the mimicry of their armored faces
Sú krásne, v ochranej atmosfére,
They are beautiful in their protective atmosphere
Kým iní žijú v bahne, oni v stratosfére.
While others live in mud, they live in the stratosphere
Cestujem ulicami mestského štátu v Bratislave,
I travel the streets of the city-state of Bratislava
Kde sú reality drahé.
Where reality is expensive
Kde sú banky také zdravé,
Where banks are so healthy
A kde sú prisťahovalci hladní, jak bývanie stále.
And where immigrants are hungry, as housing remains expensive
A tak si zoberú hypoz za niekoľko milionov,
So they take out a mortgage for millions
A budú to splácať, celý život.
And they will repay it their whole lives.
Budú sa musieť správať intrigou krivo,
They will have to behave crookedly with intrigue
A milo plniť sny, o samovláde tigrom.
And fulfill the dreams of self-rule with a smile.
Vlečiem sa v zápche v BMW rady šesť,
I'm crawling in traffic in a BMW series six
Nie je moje, ale môj známy má, má tu česť.
It's not mine, but my friend has it, the honor is his.
Vidím kocku zo skla, odráža poťahy,
I see a glass cube reflecting upholstery
Kocku zo skla neopätuje pohľad.
The glass cube does not return the gaze.
Život v dobe, kedy sa rodí nový vek,
Life in the era of a new age being born
Vlády salutujú elite, dobrý deň.
Governments salute the elite, good day.
Globalizovaný svet, masy opojené,
Globalized world, masses intoxicated
Slávný napojený na heroíne slávy.
Famous and addicted to the heroin of fame.
Povedz mi kto sú ti, ktorím, ľudstvo smrdí,
Tell me who are those to whom humanity stinks
Povedz mi kto sú homo sapiens, v krvi homo.
Tell me who are Homo sapiens, homos in blood.
Daj mi prachy homo, daj mi viac ich,
Give me money homo, give me more of it,
Nie homo daj mi svoj čas, a dáš mi aj majlant.
Not homo, give me your time, and you'll also give me a burger.
Za oknom sa rozteká svet a firmy,
The world and companies flow outside the window
A cash, slova prúd, autá, svetlo a búrka.
And cash, words flow, cars, light, and storm.
A svet, čo je v tom sám online, mokvá,
And the world, which is alone online, gets wet,
Nával aj hypokríz poď k nám blizko si.
The tide of hypocrisy, come close to us.
Zdrháme preč z našich vysnených realít,
We escape from our dream realities
Do iných realít, makáme pre balík.
To other realities, we work for a package.
Svet sa posral skús ho prebaliť, prepáč mi,
The world has screwed up, try to repackage it, excuse me,
Politik, papaláš, hopštapler, jebať ich.
Politician, high-ranking official, conman, fuck them.
V mori norí sa svorka žralokov,
In the sea, a pack of sharks goes crazy
Niekto tam lobuje tak trocha za bohov.
Someone is lobbying a bit for the gods there.
Tigre, billboard, nikde nikto,
Tiger, billboard, nowhere anyone,
Milióny peňazí zapchali žumpy.
Millions of money have clogged the sewers.
Ústa ústavu rozumie sponzorne,
The mouth of the institution understands with sponsorship,
Spoza bonton, napchá v kontoch.
Beyond manners, stuffing accounts.
Vyzná to, a jeho sekretárka vie robiť s Wordom,
They know it, and his secretary knows how to use Word,
Otvoriť Word no tak poď Joe.
Open Word, come on, Joe.
Cítim sa tak jak sa cítim vždycky,
I feel the way I always feel,
V Lidli vraj predávajú city na lizing.
They say they sell emotions on leasing at Lidl.
A rádia jebú na Bigbeat vždycky,
And the radios always play Bigbeat,
Kým my sme vďačný za Bigbeat vždycky.
While we are grateful for Bigbeat always.
Cítim sa tak jak sa cítim vždycky,
I feel the way I always feel,
V Lidli vraj predávajú city na lizing.
They say they sell emotions on leasing at Lidl.
A rádia jebú na Bigbeat vždycky,
And the radios always play Bigbeat,
Kým my sme vďačný za Bigbeat vždycky.
While we are grateful for Bigbeat always.
Contributed by Kaelyn A. Suggest a correction in the comments below.