Legend is born!
Xth Karfagen album “Echoes from within Dragon Island” on its way!
Magical symphonic art rock instrumental suite!
Pure treat for all who missed this true enjoyment of the glorious Art Rock!
Pre-orders: Ending of January on
To be released: 11th of February 2019! Stay tuned!
Music inspired by the works of Robert Louis Stevenson. The songs are epic, the music has passion and meaning, and the tone ebbs and flows as pure Prog Rock should.
Containing four tracks, three tracks exceeding 15 minutes for each of the three parts named after the album title along with the short acoustic gentle ballad "My Bed is a Boat".
Antony has created another new world, incorporating classical music elements, enhanced by such instruments as the flute, French horn and violin amongst others.
With Lyrics, based on poetry by Robert Louis Stevenson, such as "The Land of Story-Books" and "The Little Land" - the album plays as a movie in the mind.
Along with new musical guests, and the return of the talented Max Velychko on guitar, the album takes you on a journey of bliss and wonder.
Antony has woven his richest tapestry of music yet!
Album Echoes from within Dragon Island
Released: February 11, 2019
Label: Caerllysi Music
Songs / Tracks Listing:
Total Time: 55:16
Limited Edition CD 2
Total Time: 38:23
Line-up / Musicians:
Antony Kalugin: keys, vocals, percussion, penny flute, arrangements, programming
Max Velychko: electric & acoustic guitars
Oleg Prokhorov: bass
Viktor Sirotin: drums
Tim Sobolev: vocals
Olha Rostovska: vocals
Sergey Obolonkov: vocals
Roman Gorielov: nylon & acoustic guitars, vocals
Sergey Kovalov: knob accordion, vocals
Alexandr Pastuchov: bassoon
Maria Baranovska: violin
Elena Kushiy: flute
Igor Solovey: french horn
Tatiana Kurilko: english horn
Kostya Shepelenko: drums (tracks 5,7,8,12)
Michail Sidorenko: alto saxophone (track 5)
Georgiy Katunin: wheel lyre (track 1)
Olga Vodolazhskaya: vocals, ac. Guitar (track 12)
Poetry: Robert Louis Stevenson
Composed, arranged, mixed & mastered by Antony Kalugin. Except “My Bed is a Boat” and “Winter Rooks” – Antony Kalugin & Roman Gorielov.
Produced by Antony Kalugin & William Mackie.
Artwork, design & concept by Antony Kalugin
Original painting by Konstantin Kanskiy.
Recorded in Kharkiv, Ukraine in 2012-2018
Echoes from within Dragon Island
Symphonic art rock suite based on lyrics by Robert Louis Stevenson
When at home alone I sit
And am very tired of it,
I have just to shut my eyes
To go sailing through the skies –
To go sailing far away
To the pleasant Land of Play;
To the fairy land afar
Where the Little People are;
Where the clover-tops are trees,
And the rain-pools are the seas,
And the leaves, like little ships,
Sail about on tiny trips;
And above the Daisy tree
Through the grasses,
High o`erhead the Bumble Bee
Hums and passes.
And the flying fairies` looks,
In the picture story-books.
In that forest to and fro
I can wander, I can go;
See the spider and the fly,
And the ants go marching by,
Carrying parcels with their feet
Down the green and grassy street.
I can in the sorrel sit
Where the ladybird alit.
I can climb the jointed grass
And on high
See the greater swallows pass
In the sky,
And the round sun rolling by
Heeding no such things as I.
Through that forest I can pass
Till, as in a looking-glass,
Humming fly and daisy tree
And my tiny self I see,
Painted very clear and neat
On the rain-pool at my feet.
Should a leaflet come to land
Drifting near to where I stand,
Straight I`ll board that tiny boat
Round the rain-pool sea to float!
Little thoughtful creatures sit
On the grassy coasts of it;
Little things with lovely eyes
See me sailing with surprise.
Some are clad in armour green –
(These have sure to battle been!) –
Some are pied with ev`ry hue,
Black and crimson, gold and blue;
Some have wings and swift are gone;
But they all look kindly on.
Black and crimson, gold and blue.
All the names I know from nurse:
Gardener`s garters, Shepherd`s purse,
Bachelor`s buttons, Lady`s smock,
And the Lady Hollyhock.
Fairy places, fairy things,
Fairy woods where the wild bee wings,
Tiny trees for tiny dames –
This must all be fairy names!
Tiny woods below whose boughs
Shady fairies weave a house;
Tiny tree-tops, rose or thyme,
Where the braver fairies climb!
Fair are grown-up people`s trees,
But the fairest woods are these;
Where, if I were not so tall,
I should live for good and all.
And all about was mine, I said,
The little sparrows overhead,
This was the world and I was king;
For me the bees came by to sing.
I called the little pool a sea;
The little hills were big to me;
I made a boat, I made a town,
I searched the caverns up and down,
And named them one and all.
I played there were no deeper seas,
Nor any wider plains than these,
Nor other kings than me.
Picture-books in Winter
Summer fading, winter comes –
Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,
Window robins, winter rooks,
And the picture story-books.
Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks,
Water now is turned to stone
Nurse and I can walk upon;
Still we find the flowing brooks
How am I to sing your praise,
Happy chimney-corner days,
Sitting safe in nursery nooks,
Reading picture story-books?
Up into the cheery tree.
Who should climb but little me?
I held the trunk with both my hands
And looked abroad in foreign lands.
I saw the next door garden lie,
Adorned with flowers, before my eye,
And many pleasant places more
That I had never seen before.
I saw the dimpling river pass
And be the sky`s blue looking-glass;
The dusty roads go up and down
With people tramping in to town.
If I could find a higher tree
Farther and farther I should see,
To where the grown-up river slips
Into the sea among the ships,
To where the road on either hand
Lead onward into fairy land,
Where all the children dine at five,
And all the playthings come alive!
My bed is like a little boat;
Nurse helps me in when I embark;
She girds me in my sailor`s coat
And starts me in the dark.
At night I go on board and say
Good-night to all my friends on shore;
I shut my eyes and sail away
And see and hear no more.
And sometimes things to bed I take,
As prudent sailors have to do;
Perhaps a slice of wedding-cake,
Perhaps a toy or two.
All night across the dark we steer;
But when the day returns at last,
Safe in my room beside the pier,
I find my vessel fast.
Valley of the Kings
Story, story, story!
We may see how all things are
Seas and cities near and far,
The world is so full of number of things
I`m sure we should all be
As happy as kings!
Happy as kings!
All the pretty things put by,
Wait upon the children`s eye,
And the picture story-books!
I`m happy as king!
Happy as king,
Round the rain-pool sea to float…