Kalifornia

It smells of sweat, smoke, and unfinished coffee. The world spins, like the hands of an old clock, a little drunkenly, a couple of seconds off, but still in circles. Someone promised California, sunshine, freedom, but what we got was a gray morning, the news buzz, and a cigaret under a wet window. Someone on TV is giving life lessons again, winking ironically from the screen as if they understand everything. And all that's left is to turn it up louder, let the beat drown out the anxiety, and remember to the rhythm that everyone has their own little front: whether at the bus stop or in the shower. Where they still believe it's possible to turn the arrow not toward war, but toward something human. Even if not to California. Vocals: Lady Punk Producer: Lady Punk Programmer: Lady Punk Lyrics: Jan Borisevich Lyrics: Michal Virazhko Composer: Jan Borisevich. Producer: Marcin Bors