B i o g r a p h y
 (by official press)

After eight busy and productive and years Oszibarack decided to make a switch and go to a totally new musical direction. The sound of the band which has been determined by the female voice so far, now is fully instrumental with two new band members - Jose Manuel Alban Juarez on different percussion instruments and Jan Mlynarski on drums. The four piece band have passed from the 'alternative pop' songs to mature live instrumental playing with their own musical language strongly influenced by techno and different electronica genres. In may 2012 Oszibarack set up a five-day recording session in order to create the next album. Eight songs on the LP will reveal the new face of the band however, their deepest love, beside the recording studio is live shows and in the fall of 2012 Oszibarack will start touring Europe with the new blasting material.




Moshi moshi
- 2004-10-30 -

Polinka
Skirts up!
It is so japanese

Radioszi (Instrumental)
Let it be a spell
I don't want nothing more
Moshi moshi

Tapatufa (Instrumental)
Lolli-pop (Instrumental)

Made of ice
First station (i miss you)
So close, so far away
Kutayi (Instrumental)


Plim Plum Plam
- 2008-04-25 -



Anchor up
Liquid song
Surfin' safari
Toss your lasso
Motocross
A piece of work
Point blank
Molly
Play it again
Stop calling me
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40 Surfers Waiting For The Wave
- 2011-10-25 -



Restless Legs
Bull's Eye
Rumbacza
Oh, Sailor
Socks & Pants
Holy Paprika
Black Hawk
Let Her Go
Wojtek, The Bear Soldier
Shelluna
Nooks
On My Sho

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Moshi moshi

Polinka

You can let me out of your hands
I won't break into pieces

You can let me out of your hands
I won't break into pieces...

Skirts up!

Boys and girls
So joyful
Their lips pure

Boys and girls
So joyful
Their lips pure

Mirror rabbits army
Non water guns
Not plastic
Let's be sincere
There aren't polite boys anymore!
Skirts up!
Let's be sincere
There aren't polite girls anymore!
Danger
Stop it!

Boys and girls
So joyful
Their lips pure...

It is so japanese

She wanted to touch the sky
With her hand
Put her wings up
Which she has never had
She hold her breath stand peacefully
Even if joy was shouting inside her
She wanted to feel like a bird during the flight
But mother-earth was deep inside her

She always wanted everything to lick
She always wanted everything to try

It is so japanese...
Little alarm-bell
Intuition
She had it on the top of her tongue
Kiusiu island inside her lungs like an air

It is so japanese
It is so japanese...

Let it be a spell

Today
I cannot meet with you
You won't fulfill night
With with with the juice
Let it be a spell
The night is shrinking
'Cause it's su-su-surprise
Timeless
Nameless
Memoryless
You're scooping out of me
With a spoon from the ocean bed

You're scooping out of me
With a spoon from the ocean bed...

I don't want nothing more

There is a dream
Which i prefer the others
Flowers blossom
Flowers...

I'm inside you
I'm inside you
I'm inside you......

Lips, one of those lips
Which i want to lick

I'm not in the rush
Everything happens itself
I'm not asking for anything
It happens itself

I don't want nothing more!

Moshi moshi

There are thoughts
That should be killed in a seed

There are words
That should never drift in the air

To forget who i am...

Made of ice

I'm waiting for what will happen...
Made of ice
Made of ice
Made of ice
Made of ice
And stirred ocean
I'm waiting for what will happen
Room seems to be friendly
And pleasures are included
Made of ice...
And stirred ocean

First station (i miss u)

Me
It's not me
Not the same
It's not me
Me
It's not me
Yours
Not yours
Nobody's
First station
I miss you
Next station
Magic!
It's so inspiring
Please taste this
Tell me if it's too sweet
First station
I miss you
Next station
Magic...magic...magic...

So close, so faraway

So close, so faraway
My lips are for sale
Today
Cause
I don't care

Boys are scared of my eyes
Girls, girls

I've stopped being paranoid about us
All those explosions and cracks
Fires, fires
So close, so faraway...

Plim Plum Plam

Anchor Up

The sea inside me
Time passes by but
I still feel like 13 as a child
Dad buy me a nickel bike
I don't want to get married

Anchor up
Anchor up

I don't fancy
Disco-dances
Snow white dress
Bride's veil
I'll ride around the world

Anchor up
Anchor up

Liquid Song

If I just
Poured from the lips to the table
Fill the room with me
If I locked
The door just to be on the safe side
Fill the room with me

It's like a tight-lipped
Oh liquid scream
It's like a tight-lipped
I float up

The cup runs over
The cup runs over
The cup runs over
To saturate

The cup runs over
The cup runs over
The cup runs over
To saturate

Stillness
It's all it seems to you
My heart faints on sight
Lucky me
Here comes the night
The night
I turn a dear in a dream

It's like a tight-lipped
Oh liquid scream
It's like a tight-lipped
I float up

Surfin' Safari

Holidays are brilliant
The sea is intensely blue
A boat tossing on the waves
Beautifully suntanned arms
Pink paper pink dreams
On a bamboo-bamboo branch
Ice cream dripping from the chin
Street dances homeless nights
All I have
Are my spaces
Careful eyes
Sun-kissed skin
I don't envy
'Cause I know the feeling of wandering
Across the country
I'm so familiar with station smell
Lack of ticket
Lack of home

Toss Your Lasso

Forgive me please
I hunger not
No appetite
She says
Don't like it
You say no and even less
When you agree

Forgive me please
I hunger not
No appetite
She says
Don't like it
You say no and even less
When you agree

I see right through your hand
Johnny come on come on come on
I see right through your hand
Come on kiss me

Toss your lasso around me
Smooth as you draw yo'shooter
Toss your lasso around me
Smooth as you draw yo'shooter

Who knows
How you do it
Every lass wants to
She says
Beckon me you cowboy
I know you want me

I'll bear your son
I'll bear your son
And he'll grow to be
Just the men you are

I see right through your hand
Johnny come on come on come on
I see right through your hand
Come on kiss me

Toss your lasso around me
Smooth as you draw yo'shooter
Toss your lasso around me
Smooth as you draw yo'shooter

Wherever you are
Machu picchu
Burkina Faso
Cincinnati
Your voice will find me
Your voice will find me

Motocross

Tissue paper
A twisted piece of me
Beauty spot on your skin
I chew my lip
I'm so tired of the zigzag
I don't want to sleep alone
I don't want to sleep alone
I don't want to sleep alone
Bruce lee on TV
Cauliflower on the plate
Take me on your shiny motorbike
Let's leave the others far behind
I don't want to sleep alone
I don't want to sleep alone
I don't want to sleep alone

A Piece Of Work

Boo-yah, boo-yah

Melody
Flows low
And slithers to watch
I melt like chocolate
Boo-yah, boo-yah
Drum and bass
A fucking bass
Sounds
Unknown to the never
Something will hatch
And melody
As if someone
Somewhere
Listen in
It's all coming alive
It's all coming alive
It's all coming alive
It's all coming alive

Point Blank

Deep down deep down
Lips hips knees toes
Top surf humbug check
Don't look back
Don't look back
Deep down deep down
Drop me softly
Sink into me
Top surf humbug check
Don't look back
Don't look back
Hold me up so high
Hold me up so high
Hold me up so high
Hold me up so high
Drop drop drop me softly
Sink sink sink into me
Top surf humbug check
Don't look back
Don't look back
Hold me up so high
Hold me up so high

Molly

The mirror
It used to be her

Quick look into the room
The short one, at him
His eyes-impatient
Maybe hope was hidden
Deep in her heart
She waited for
One more word
One more look
But from now on
Her smile her whisper
Her songs
Not for him
Anymore
She is weightless
And she weighs a ton
Just one list time
One last touch
The sink, the bath
One last look
The mirror
It used to be hers

Play It Again

Uphill in deep mist
Where nothing can be seen
I feel like falling down
You want to explain it all to me in a dream
But i cannot get to sleep
It doesn't matter what you say
It's all in the air
It's all in the air
I like this song
I like this song
I like it so please
Play it again
Playing echo
Echo of first kiss
Excuse the play on words
I'll tap the rhythm with my hands on the table
Don't make me beg you
Play the guitar
I like this song
I like this song
I like it so please
Play it again

Stop Calling Me Skinny

A tot of me
A tiny piece
I'll only pretend
I'm asleep
Unruly girl
Tries to be good
Make it clear
Make it clear tonight
Leave me alone
Stop calling me skinny
Swollen
Broken me
No inferior
No inferior space to be
But it's not your meadow hare
Make it clear
Make it clear tonight

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Marry me
Before the sunset
Drowning in daisies
Let the morning haze
Bless us
We'll give our
Promises
To the butterflies
Frogs herons crickets
Will give us a wedding
Siskins mice bees
Will give us a wedding
He reads in her
With his eyes closed
Resonance last night
Tiny tiny tiny dynamite
My heart
Growing like
Like a balloon
That will burst
Frogs herons crickets
Will give us a wedding
Siskins mice bees
Will give us a wedding


40 Surfers Waiting For The Wave

Restless legs

From place to place
I'm going nowhere
It happens that I trot
I'm keen on climbing trees
Mumble trees
Slipping through
Across my heart
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
I'm hunting melodies
Trailing down my neck
Seems I almost got it
But I come back empty handed
Mumble trees
Slipping through
Across my heart

Bull's eye

Let inside
Some air and light
Wet my head
Put it in the sun
Plant a tree
Fill the space
So the new can come
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Desert inside
Not one tree
Unless I stay
All alone
Let inside
Some air and light
Wet my head
Put it in the sun

Let inside
Some air and light
Wet my head
Put it in the sun
Plant a tree
Fill the space
So the new can come

Rumbacza

I'm a fairy
Who tells her fairy tales
I'll pick up single words
And gather them like leafs
In my magic garden
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
When I cast my spell
You will love me
For good
And take the cat
In your arms
Better hide with me
Be my eyes and ears
Time to move my bones to a new
I'm a fairy
Who tells her fairy tales
I'll pick up single words

Oh, Sailor

I search my memory
Picking the best bits
The rest I make up
Nothing soothes like a sweet fiction
Loses he who wants to keep
Follow the one
Who let you go with a smile
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Nothing soothes like a sweet fiction
Loses he who wants to keep
Oh, sailor
I miss that place
With no name
Impression
Like you're leaving me
Withdrawing to another space
Crossing to the other side
Oh, sailor
Oh, sailor
Oh, sailor...

Socks & pants

Socks and pants
Spinning in the street
Nothing will be
As it use to be
Spinning night and day
Passers-by can't
Comprehend
Pretending not to see
I wanna get out of town
I wanna sleep in the woods
In the icy flu of moss
Despite the forbidden signs
To go in deep
To get lost
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Me and my boyfriend
Counting the lines
That cut the blue
Spitting cherry stones
Opening-closing our eyes
Looking up at the sky
Sky with clouds
Sky with plane lines
I wanna hang my hat
On the top of a tree
Like once before
Me and my boyfriend
Counting the lines
That cut the blue
Spitting cherry stones
Opening-closing our eyes
Looking up at the sky
Sky with clouds
Sky with plane lines

Holy Paprika

A mouthful of wine
The road winds up the mountain
I'm sitting in my car
The sun is going down
I'm soaking in black mountain
Black mountain blues
But I'm losing my way
The sun is going down
The space encloses
Storm watch on the radio
I'm singing with Bessie

Lost your head blues
Lost your head blues
Lost your head blues
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
I will learn to shoot a bow
I will learn to feed on dew and air
I will learn to shoot a bow
I will learn to feed on dew and air
The knight will save me from the dark

Black Hawk

Boys waste no bullets
Marching by marching by
Boys waste no bullets
Unrolling like a thread
The soldier inside of me
Sits and watches
Muses are quiet at war
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Boys waste no bullets
Marching by marching by
Boys waste no bullets
Unrolling like a thread
Lead free soldiers
The guns are real
Remotely controlled boys
Red stained land
The soldier inside of me
Sits and watches
Muses are quiet at war
Quiet at war
Quiet at war
Quiet at war

Let Her Go

I ride through the night
The forest is breathing, alive
I ride through the night
The forest is breathing, alive
I'm painting my cheeks
Lines and dots
Protect me
From a bad eye
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Tattoo on my arm
A girl with a smile
Protects me
From a bad eye
I'm painting my cheeks
Lines and dots
Protect me
From a bad eye

Wojtek, the bear soldier

He catches bullets
Thinking they're flies
Boxes of ammo
In his arms
He loves beer
A cigarette
And to wrestle
With the troops
By monte casino
Happy "little" bear
Wojtek
The bear soldier
Wojtek
The bear soldier
Three salutes
Over the grave
Echo of a shout
Fare well
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
He runs through crossfire
Happy "little" bear
Of the second
Polish corps
No one is scarred of him
He gives a name
Rank and number
Happy "little" bear
Wojtek
Furry friend
Happy bear
Furry friend
A secret weapon
Furry friend
Happy bear
Furry friend
A secret weapon

Shelluna

Emptiness swells
Dug out an abyss
That nothing can fill
Rain
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
Washes the tears away
But not the sadness
Melancholy
Sneakin' in
Melancholy

Nooks

You say
I'm a beetle
Probing the air
With my horns
You say
I'm hiding away
In the nooks
Of my head
You say
I'm a cook
Who chops you...
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
You say
I'm a cook
Who chops you
Into pieces
I'll be a moon-cat
For a while
I'll find a cloud to step on
Ever absent
Caught in myself
Ever absent
Caught in myself
Ever absent
Caught in myself
Ever absent
Caught in myself
Beauty sits alone
Beauty sits alone
Beauty sits alone
Beauty sits alone
You say
I'm hiding away
In the nooks
Of my head!
You say
I'm hiding away
In the nooks
Of my head!

On My Sho

I'm coming back to myself
After a long fall down
On my shoulder a belt
With bullets and a gun
Better to sing
Than walk the streets
Better to sing
Than walk the streets
I'm coming back to myself
Lit-up tree tops
Rob from always on the run dot net is so bad and copy paste is a sin
On my shoulder a belt
It all stops half-way
Better to sing
Than walk the streets
Better to sing
Than walk the streets
Better to sing
Than walk the streets
Better to sing
Than walk the streets

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