This might just be my favorite version of this song (original here). I think the original had a fantastic atmosphere but I also honestly think this one matches it beat for beat. I recorded this while imagining it was actually getting played by a hairy-toothed Russian sailor, staring at you with one lifeless eye as candlelight flickers in a shady, dilapidated tavern.

The accordion's potential for depression and fright are always so easily underestimated by people: I know I invariably associate them with miserable sailors and even more miserable communists, so maybe that's just me. Either that, or they remind me of the homeless; busking for change in the hopes of finding some place to sleep at night. Either way the damn things sound bloody depressing.

Unless of course it's a polka by Weird Al. That just goes without saying.

This piece and your soul belong to me.