A familial origin story: Mercenaries, espionage, and lots of assassination attempts.
lyrics
All held together by the words, buried like treasure.
The silver stare, passed out in a chair, a hard man of leisure.
A vast and empty chasm lies bare on the table.
Where did you go, oh farmer's child? I've dog-eared the fable.
It seemed like a good idea at the time...What does a teenager know?
Miscreant, runaway, whoever will have me... What does a teenager know?
You can keep the youth brigade (Peechka Matarina!),
I'll take it on the heel and toe.
Find me something different, any way I gotta, I have some better seeds to sow.
Here's your rifle, your canteen, here are your marching orders.
We ain't doctors, that's for sure, but we don't know no borders.
The beer is warm, the sun is hot, the locals aren't so charming.
The pay is crap, you'll end up dead, it beats a life of farming.
Bombers dancing overhead, whistling Russian tunes.
It was just in the nick of time (the car blew up too soon).
Algeria Tunisia Congo Paris Frankfurt and back again.
I saw for me the artist's life, the sooty gray of Paris.
Now I chase black Chevrolets, and clueless spooks I harass.
This safe house don't feel safe no more, the jackals edging nearer.
A moving train has got my name, the future never clearer.
Amsterdam Berlin Heath Row Brooklyn Chicago - you're being followed (YEAH!)
Passport Please.
credits
released May 6, 2022
Written, composed, and performed by Michael Kuzmanovski (AKA KUZbeats)
KUZbeats is a, driving, cinematic, and genre-bending collection of songs written, performed, and produced by M. Kuzmanovski. It's what happens when the drummer does everything.