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'KOLYA' / '​К​О​Л​Я​' Single

by Sasha Ilyukevich & The Highly Skilled Migrants

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KOLYA KOLYA, KOLYA, KOLYA, KOLYA! You are not at school again, But is this Your fault? KOLYA, KOLYA, KOLYA, KOLYA! We go to harvest Your Fruit, And then we parade for You! KOLYA, KOLYA, KOLYA, KOLYA! Against our will, You were born to be the leader of other Heroes. KOLYA, KOLYA, KOLYA, KOLYA! Your Name is written on the wall, It evokes fear from within us. Smelling like burning tyres, Tasting like last year's sleety winter. You are only more sacred than a machine droning, Amongst the blind but not us. The poisonous smoke will cover us At the crossroads of destitute meetings, But there is a leak in His debauched mind, You grow in Him, You are His son. KOLYA, KOLYA, KOLYA!

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'KOLYA' is a work inspired equally by the feelings of dread on seeing the boy Kolya, heir presumptive to a totalitarian regime, groomed for succession and the sheer absurdity of the images thrown up by the propaganda machine that paves his way; toddler Kolya receives a choreographed military parade, boy Kolya meets with the Pope, waist high to his accompanying father, Kolya inspects the military's top brass, Kolya is awarded a golden gun.

At a time when North Korea is enduring a third generation hereditary succession in a dictatorship unprecedented in living memory, this song addresses Kolya as the spectre of all such dynastic cronyism, bemoans the longevity and resilience of such regimes and mocks them with their inevitable decline.

KOLYA

KOLYA, KOLYA,
KOLYA, KOLYA!
You are not at school again,
But is this Your fault?

KOLYA, KOLYA,
KOLYA, KOLYA!
We go to harvest Your Fruit,
And then we parade for You!

KOLYA, KOLYA,
KOLYA, KOLYA!
Against our will,
You were born to be the leader of other Heroes.

KOLYA, KOLYA,
KOLYA, KOLYA!
Your Name is written on the wall,
It evokes fear from within us.

Smelling like burning tyres,
Tasting like last year's sleety winter.
You are only more sacred than a machine droning,
Amongst the blind but not us.

The poisonous smoke will cover us
At the crossroads of destitute meetings,
But there is a leak in His debauched mind,
You grow in Him, You are His son.

KOLYA, KOLYA, KOLYA!

credits

released April 28, 2012

Sasha Ilyukevich – vocal, electric guitar
Chris Furness – electric lead guitar, keyboards
Ned Crowther – bass guitar
Phil Brunner – drums and percussion

Recorded by Evert Taihuttu, Vittoria Wharf Studios, Hackney Wick, London, UK
Mixed by Chris Furness
Mastered at Sage Audio, Tennessee, United States

Lyrics by Sasha Ilyukevich
Music by Sasha Ilyukevich and Chris Furness
Produced by Sasha Ilyukevich and The Highly Skilled Migrants

Artwork – Moi Tran
moitran.co.uk

VIDEO ANIMATION:

Moi Tran - Artistic Director
moitran.co.uk

Kimberly Hoang – Video Editor
kimberlyhoang.co.uk

With Special Thanks to Lee Gould
www.lee-gould.com

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Sasha Ilyukevich & The Highly Skilled Migrants London, UK

London-based Belarusian troubadour Sasha Ilyukevich and his British band ‘The Highly Skilled Migrants’ create an incomparable brew of post punk electric energy and topical lyricism. Ilyukevich sings in Russian, his vocals swoop from soft whispered melodies to raucous screams, defying language barriers to deliver songs that are uplifting, intelligent, macabre, romantic and melancholic. ... more

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