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
Urbanlúzer
Modré hory Lyrics
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To je to všetko, nám chýba swag.
Vo vačku pár centov, a cigariet,
To je to všetko, nám chýba swag.
Znova na nohách v botách, čo nestáli veľa,
čiže jasne stoja za veľa, jebať.
Stojím na svojich, stojím si za svojim,
Horí mi pod nohami svet, kuš,
Fatamorgány, keď rátam morgany, spúšť.
Cvak, rána paf, utekáme neustále,
Aj keď sedíme v kaviarňach.
A zastav čas, chceme kľud,
Preto občas ideme do Gordne na hub.
Urbanlúzer je stay of mind,
Raz budeme veľkí chce to čas.
A preto tie Hory lebo občas to horí,
Príliš keď v predstavách drbol office.
A preto občas ten les a stromy,
Rap a slohy, lebo občas svet nás bolí.
Vo vačku pár centov, a cigariet,
To je to všetko, nám chýba swag.
Vo vačku pár centov, a cigariet,
To je to všetko, nám chýba swag.
Je vtipné, keď ofina je o sociálnom statuse,
Prečo mám natrhnuté gate, je FAQ.
Päť rokov ten istý sveter, darček z Vianoc,
Tak iba tucet ľudí tuší, že budem možno dáky čávo.
Zdravím všetkých svojich no swag marginálov,
Je to môj svet, čakám kým odhodíš závoj.
Hit girl, Hit boy, hit toy,
My nebudeme na oko.
Urbálni lúzri mimo pulzu dní,
Bez časí, vie čašník, sme offtopic jak nezmysli.
Okolo figúrky jak kulisy, tak voskoví, nehybní,
Pretože my sme tu tí debilní.
A počaš slabých pop kultúrnych chvíľ,
Keď scrollujem blogy.
Závidim všetkým, ktorých odfotila Tonbo Girl,
Ale vraveli mi "brácho ty si no fashion" tak zmier sa s tým, "ty nie si in"
Vo vačku pár centov, a cigariet,
To je to všetko, nám chýba swag.
Vo vačku pár centov, a cigariet,
To je to všetko, nám chýba swag.
Som okay s tým jak mám hrubý kár,
Asi preto nemusím nosiť hrubý rám.
Som okay s tým aký som obyčajný,
Asi preto nemusím mať styling.
The Slovakian rap group Modre Hory explores the feelings of discontent and lack of swag in their song "Urbanlúzer". The lyrics describe the mundanity of everyday life, with only a few cents and cigarettes in their pockets. The singer rejects the idea of conforming to societal norms and instead finds comfort in their own identity, even if it means being considered a loser. The repetition of "vo vačku pár centov, a cigariet, to je to všetko" emphasizes the simplicity of their desires, which may seem meager to some but are enough for them.
The second verse touches on the feeling of being stuck in a rut, with the world burning beneath their feet and hallucinations that cause chaos. Despite being surrounded by people, they still feel the need to escape and find peace in the woods. The chorus declares that being an "urban loser" is a state of mind, and they will someday be great if given time. They reference the need to escape negative thoughts and an oppressive society by going to "Gordne na hub," suggesting drug use as a form of escapism. The lyrics also draw attention to superficiality in society, where appearances are valued over substance, and people are judged based on their social status.
Overall, Modre Hory's "Urbanlúzer" reflects on the struggles of the young generation to navigate life in a society where expectations are high, and opportunities are scarce. The song expresses a longing for something more than the mundane and the shallow, acknowledging that sometimes the only way out is through.
Line by Line Meaning
Vo vačku pár centov, a cigariet, To je to všetko, nám chýba swag.
We only have a few cents and cigarettes in our pockets, and that's all we need, but we still feel like we lack swag.
Znova na nohách v botách, čo nestáli veľa, čiže jasne stoja za veľa, jebať. Stojím na svojich, stojím si za svojim, Stojím za mnohým, ale nie za mnohými.
We're wearing shoes that weren't expensive, but still have value. We stand by our principles and beliefs, but we don't stand by everyone and everything.
Horí mi pod nohami svet, kuš, Fatamorgány, keď rátam morgany, spúšť. Cvak, rána paf, utekáme neustále, Aj keď sedíme v kaviarňach.
The world is burning beneath our feet, and we're trying to escape while dealing with illusions and hallucinations. We're always on the run, even when we're sitting in cafes.
A zastav čas, chceme kľud, Preto občas ideme do Gordne na hub. Urbanlúzer je stay of mind, Raz budeme veľkí chce to čas.
We want to pause time and find peace, which is why we sometimes retreat to nature. Being an urban loser is a state of mind, and we believe that we'll become great someday, it just takes time.
A preto tie Hory lebo občas to horí, Príliš keď v predstavách drbol office. A preto občas ten les a stromy, Rap a slohy, lebo občas svet nás bolí.
That's why we reference the mountains, as sometimes our thoughts are too overwhelming to be in an office. That's why we sometimes seek solace in nature, in music and poetry, because the world can be painful.
Je vtipné, keď ofina je o sociálnom statuse, Prečo mám natrhnuté gate, je FAQ. Päť rokov ten istý sveter, darček z Vianoc, Tak iba tucet ľudí tuší, že budem možno dáky čávo.
It's funny how hair can be a sign of social status, and everyone knows why my pants are ripped. I've been wearing the same sweater for five years, a Christmas gift, and only a few people know that I might be someone someday.
Zdravím všetkých svojich no swag marginálov, Je to môj svet, čakám kým odhodíš závoj. Hit girl, Hit boy, hit toy, My nebudeme na oko.
We greet all of our no swag misfits, this is our world and we will wait until you drop the veil. Hit girl, Hit boy, hit toy, we won't conform to societal expectations.
Urbálni lúzri mimo pulzu dní, Bez časí, vie čašník, sme offtopic jak nezmysli. Okolo figúrky jak kulisy, tak voskoví, nehybní, Pretože my sme tu tí debilní.
We're urban losers outside of the mainstream, timeless and the waiters know we're off-topic like nonsense. We're like wax figures, unmoving, because we're the ones who don't fit in.
A počaš slabých pop kultúrnych chvíľ, Keď scrollujem blogy. Závidim všetkým, ktorých odfotila Tonbo Girl, Ale vraveli mi "brácho ty si no fashion" tak zmier sa s tým, "ty nie si in"
During weak moments of pop culture, when I'm scrolling through blogs. I envy those captured by Tonbo Girl, but they told me "bro, you're not fashionable" so I've come to accept that I'm not cool.
Som okay s tým jak mám hrubý kár, Asi preto nemusím nosiť hrubý rám. Som okay s tým aký som obyčajný, Asi preto nemusím mať styling.
I'm okay with having a beat-up car, which is why I don't need a fancy frame. I'm okay with being ordinary, which is why I don't need to be stylish.
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