Band Members:
Mikhail Dombrovskiy – Vocals
Oleg Pesochinskiy - Keyboards, backvocals, composer
Nikita Mikhailov – Lead Guitar
Anton Tsypin – Bass
Ilya Artiomin - Drums
Tatyana Popova - Lyrics
The band was formed in 2007 by composer and keyboardist Oleg Pesochinskiy. The period of formation and work on the material lasted until 2011 during which the lineup had changed several times. At the end of 2011 Oleg Pesochinskiy started to collaborate with lyricist Tatyana Popova. New lyrics made the songs more dramatic and realistic at the same time by touching on loneliness, vicissitude of life, eternal choice and complexity of existence.
In March 2012 Soundivers released their new single called Wax Museum that became a new chapter in the band’s history. In September 2012 they released a live album and a live DVD consisted of 13 new songs and 2 covered songs.
The protean music opens from different sides in each song: melancholic Season Change is not dissonant to rap-core Sammy Ray; traditional rock ballad Still Wonder follows hysterically progressive Egoism; while cynically positive Age of Unromance echoes in postpunk Time.
Soundivers do not follow the rules while looking for new sound; they do not copy mainstream bands staying true to who they are; they do not woo the audience blending one genre with dozens of others. This is the reason for both keen interest in the band and the fan audience growing at an exponential rate.
In 2013 the band is going to release a full studio album including 14 songs.
At the moment Soundivers is performing in music clubs in Moscow, St.Petersburg and other cities in Russia and near abroad. The band drew full houses in Plan B, Tabula Rasa, Rock House, Tochka, Relax, Hard Rock Cafe, Mezzo Forte, China Town in Moscow and in Revolution in St.Petersburg.
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Wax Museum
Soundivers Lyrics
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Pure beauty you will see here
Glazed with wax their faces are
so flawlessly ideal
No emotions line their faces
There's no age, no sex, no races
So alike you can't tell one face
Can you see there's no reason
For being any different
From the rest of us?
See how good we are
But what would happen if one day
Wax from our faces melt away?
Could it melt away?
Would it melt away?
Welcome to the wax museum
Where no hopes or dreams are needed
They have nothing to believe in
or to fear
Wax-sealed ears can hear no prayers
Eyes are blind to see the beggars
And their throats are choked up with words
they'd never spare
Can you see there's no reason
For being any different
From the rest of us?
See how good we are
But what would happen if one day
Wax from our faces melt away?
Could it melt away?
Would it melt away?
And all they feel
Is that there's nothing out there worth being felt
And it's dawned on me
Strike up rebellion I don't wanna be like them
And all they feel
Is that there's nothing out there worth being felt
And it's dawned on me
Strike up rebellion I don't wanna be like them
The lyrics to Soundivers' song Wax Museum convey a powerful message about conformity, superficiality, and the dangers of losing one's individuality. The wax museum serves as a metaphor for a society where everyone looks perfect, but lacks any depth or genuine emotion. The faces of the wax figures are flawlessly ideal, lacking any signs of emotions, age, sex, or race. They are so indistinguishable from each other that it becomes impossible to tell one face from the rest.
The song questions the reasons for being different from the rest of society when everyone appears to be so good and alike. It asks what would happen if the wax from their faces were to melt away, symbolizing the loss of their façade. Would their true selves, with hopes, dreams, beliefs, and fears, be exposed? The lyrics imply that the wax figures in the museum have nothing to believe in or fear because they lack any genuine human experience.
The second half of the song reflects the realization that there is nothing worth feeling or experiencing in the wax museum. The wax figures have wax-sealed ears, unable to hear prayers or pleas for help. Their eyes are blind to see the struggles of others, and their voices are choked up with words that they would never spare. The singer of the song rejects this conformity and mediocrity. They advocate for rebellion against this superficial existence and refuse to become like the wax figures, yearning for something more meaningful and authentic.
Overall, "Wax Museum" is a thought-provoking song that critiques the emptiness of conformity and encourages listeners to embrace their individuality and reject a superficial existence.
Line by Line Meaning
Welcome to the wax museum
Introducing you to a place where the appearance of perfect beauty is displayed
Pure beauty you will see here
Only flawless beauty is presented for observation
Glazed with wax their faces are
Their faces are covered with wax, making them appear flawless
so flawlessly ideal
Their appearances are perfectly ideal without any imperfections
No emotions line their faces
Their faces lack expressions and emotions
There's no age, no sex, no races
Without distinguishing characteristics of age, gender, or race
So alike you can't tell one face
They are so similar that it is impossible to identify one individual
from the rest
from the others
Can you see there's no reason
Can you understand that there is no rationale
For being any different
To justify being unique
From the rest of us?
From the rest of society?
See how good we are
Observe the supposed goodness
But what would happen if one day
However, what if someday
Wax from our faces melt away?
The wax covering our faces melts away
Could it melt away?
Is it possible for it to truly disappear?
Would it melt away?
What if it actually melted away?
Where no hopes or dreams are needed
A place devoid of any aspirations or aspirations
They have nothing to believe in
They lack any beliefs to hold onto
or to fear
or anything to fear
Wax-sealed ears can hear no prayers
Their ears, sealed by wax, prevent them from hearing any prayers
Eyes are blind to see the beggars
Their eyes are unable to recognize the presence of beggars
And their throats are choked up with words
Their throats are filled with unspoken words
they'd never spare
that they would never use
And all they feel
In their minds, all that they perceive
Is that there's nothing out there worth being felt
Is that there is no external experience worth experiencing
And it's dawned on me
I have come to realize
Strike up rebellion I don't wanna be like them
Ignite a rebellion, as I refuse to conform to their ways
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