This is a song about the stupidity of war mongrels. Written in 2003.
lyrics
Junk American Airforce
[vozd]
junk American airforce comin' to you
junk American airforce comin' to you
junk American airforce comin' to you
to bomb your town,
to bomb your house,
to kill your children,
to kill your children, yo
free of bad words as i summon my groove
look in my eyes girl - make a smooth route
real freaky creatures endure
bad and sad rhythms - it's a kind of a groove
huddle in the mud, man you have to approve
what in your turn seems an easy escape
right and damn wrong makes it hard to decide
gain or lost profit - no blood on the blade
a shell in the house - inexplicable noise -
it should make us understand what we pick as a choice -
we have to raise a voice instead of raising the ghosts
of evil, of death, of crime, of war
petrol is an issue that serves as a cause
for a motherfucking idiot to start a crusade -
for the riches of the fattening American whores
many innocent lives are just let off to fade.
what's the odds of giving all your love to people
when in turn they hate and beat and kill instead of kissing
what's the odds of guessing how the war will happen
how the war will end up when it is all dead kids' bodies
all we should be doing is turn all bombs to fruities
and bullets into candies so our children can be happy
and all we should be doing is kiss and hug our darlings
and tell them that we love them and that all is well and shining
death on the grades - futures at stake
down on the graves of the eagle enclaves
man is engaged by the vanity fairs
sudden complaints, little silly parades
of the mental disgrace of humanity games
of the mental disgrace of humanity games
who's to blame who's to blame who's to blame who's to blame blame
who's to blame who's to blame who's to blame who is the one
of humanity games
what's the odds of giving all your love to people
when in turn they hate and beat and kill instead of kissing
what's the odds of guessing how the war will happen
how the war will end up when it is all dead kids' bodies
all we should be doing is turn all bombs to fruities
and bullets into candies so our children can be happy
and all we should be doing is kiss and hug our darlings
and tell them that we love them and that all is well and shining
credits
from In the Sun,
released February 12, 2016
Vozd - voice, acoustic piano, keys, bass, accordion, sampling.
Atanas Popov - drums. Stoian Pavlov & Nikola Nikolov - guitars.
Recorded at Studio X Sofia (studio engineer Georgi Stanev) and Studio Lab Sofia (studio engineer Nikola Nikolov).
Mixed Studio Lab Sofia (studio engineer Nikola Nikolov). Mastering at Mastered by Nick Herrera at The Grove Studios, Melbourne (facebook.com/thegroverecording).
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