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punk rock
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Down this road
Another day, another dollar, another bill collecting caller.
Disillusioned, let down, all my heroes are junkies now.
I've been down this road, in the end it's all the same,
another day I'm getting older, another day nothing has changed.
I've been down this road, I'm wrong when I know I'm right,
hard pressed to make it better, but I got no will to fight.
26 and I'm flat broke, I've been down so long I have given up hope.
Shattered nerves anxiety, so much more than I wanted to be.
I often wonder what went wrong,
but I can't remember, it's been too long.
Think out loud things I want to change,
but I know I never will I'm gonna stay this way.
I've been down this road, in the end it's all the same,
another day I'm getting older, another day nothing has changed.
I've been down this road,
I'm wrong when I know I'm right,
hard pressed to make it better, but I got no will to...
Is this my great reward, servitude and solitude,
a lifetime of chances I have blown
I woulda coulda shoulda been so much more than I really am,
and it's nobody else's fault but my own.
Another day, another dollar, another bill collecting caller.
Disillusioned, let down, cause I'm nothing more than a fuck up now.
I've been down this road, in the end it's all the same,
another day I'm getting older, another day nothing has changed.
I've been down this road, I'm wrong when I know I'm right,
hard pressed to make it better, but I got no will to fight.

Zero down

STUMBLE AND FALL
Making a bet and I feel that I should have known better
Turning the pages so slow as I ever could
Shot shot I need a shot of persuasion right now
Let down the offer at once
'cause I'm weak and afraid to be wrong

But in time, well I need another piece of your mind
In time, and the feeling is strong and I'm riding it high
In time, well I need another piece of your mind
In time, and the feeling is strong
and I'm riding it high for you

Shaking my head so gently afraid to be simple
Waiting for you reaction, for your response
Time out, I don't need any suspension at all
Sit still, it's all for the best
'cause you stumble and fall for your love

Faking a laugh the sound is loud and annoying
Taking it back is something that can't be done
Let go, the spirits is no in the ceiling tonight
Step down and lick all my wounds
is the only thing left for me now

NO FUN AT ALL


Jack of all Trades
Give me a reason not to lash out,
because I don't see much reason now
I want to banish frauds, slay unruly sods.
Since false idol gods have nothing figured out
Nothing at all
So you've got a tale to tell,
Well how about something real?
feel free and stifle someone.
Go on and belittle someone as well.
Or but fucker yeah you'll get yours
So fill up your pockets, and watch them swell.
You could be no one, an inconsiderate bastard son.
Kiss your smile goodbye.
Kiss it all goodbye.

Hot Water Music


Original Me

Mirror, mirror,
Please believe,
Need to find myself,
All my life spent wondering,
I've been trying to hide this place of mind,

Confusion,
Illusion,
Misinterpretation,
Of the original me.

I need a sign a simple chime,
When grown kids have crossed my mind,
Followed to in the craziness,
A welcome man who rode behind,

Confusion,
Illusion,
Misinterpretation,
Of the original me.

What big thoughts you had,
I can see them in your eyes,
When you pretend to laugh,
Reflection I see,
Reminds me, of somebody like me

Tender day,
Spent to laugh,
Don't say all but the impact,
Mental prostitution,
In this universal, institution,

Confusion,
Illusion,
Misinterpretation,
Of the original me

Confession,
Aggression,
My time to end this session,
One bang and I'm free.

What big thoughts you had,
I can see them in your eyes,
When you pretend to laugh,
Reflection I see,
Reminds me, of somebody like me.

What big thoughts you had,
I can see them in your eyes,
When you pretend to laugh,
The reflection I see,
Reminds me of somebody like me.
ALL

12.08.2007., nedjelja

TERVETULOA SUOMEEN

I tako stigla ja u Finsku. Nemrem vjerovat da sam tu. Uvijek se iz nova cudom cudim. Sve neki plavi ljudi s jakim jagodicnim kostima koji govore nekim jako cudnim jezikom. Dobra strana cinjenice da nismo u Europskoj Uniji je kaj ne moramo cekat u redu s ostalim Europljanima za pregled pasosa nego mozemo s ostalim clandestino ilegal ici na sirotinski prozor...pa onda pitanja kam ides, zakaj ides, kolko bus dugo ostala, kaj bus radila itd. Osim toga, u avionu koji je isao iz Budimpeste u Helsinki, bilo je pretezno pucanstvo vrlo svjetle kose a dva mjesta pored mene i ostatak reda su bili prazni. Za nekoliko minuta dolazi cijele familija. Troje djece i roditelji...roditelji sjedaju pored mene. Zenski dio para se stvarno cudno ponasa, cmace lupa nogama, previse aktivno se mice sve u svemu. Dakle, samo ja crvenokosa i njih petero dobro osuncano u avionu. Nakon odredenog vremena provedenog u iscekivanja i nakon kaj sam se konacno sjela u avion, otvorila sam si svoju vrlo zabavnu knjizicu da si malo procitam a kad tamo nacujem pitanje: "odakle si?" pa se okrenem da vidim jer to bilo namijenjeno meni...i naravno da je. Muz od te traktorke kaj je sjedila pored mene s prilicnom kolicinom zlata na sebi je procital naslov knjige i odma me smjestil u Jugoslaviju. Da skratim, tip je s Kosova (nego od kud) i bil je u "armiji" u Bosni pa zna "srpski" i kad je pocel rat otisel je u Finsku i nije bas previse zadovoljan, btw (odes u Finsku s Kosova i nisi zadovoljan!!??) i tam je nasel tu drazesnu gospodu kaj je sjedila pored mene a ne znam od kud je. Engleski ne govori, a ni finski (a tam je bar 15 god) a njih dvoje komuniciraju...dakle to bi mogao bit albanski onda. Anyway, tip je bil nekak jako zadovoljan kaj si moze samnom pospominati, a niti jedan od njih dvoje nisu ni bacili oko na djecu s druge strane. Pa nisu budale. Onda je doslo vrijeme za avionsku zakusku. Kad je ova pocela cmakat mislila sam da cu iz koze iskocit. Zenska je stvarno losa. Tip je bio skroz razdragan svojom bivsom sudrzavljankom, tj. mnome i dal mi je broj telefona da ih posjetim kad dodem u Espoo. To je inace nekaj kaj drugi stvarno nemaju, to je balkanski stih koji je meni drag. Pozvat nekog kog si upravo upoznao k sebi doma, jer smo kao "svoji" il tak nekaj. Naravno da nikad ne bum dosla, al mislim da je uopce ideja za takvo henganje Europljanima strana. Blazeni Balkan.
Morala sam se zuriti ko luda da stignem na bus za Turku da ne moram jos sat i pol cekati. Pokupim kofer, sve 5, imam jos malo vremena, moram na zahod jer nema pisanja bar 2 i pol sata. I nigdje zahoda!! Nigdje!!! Udem u bus potpuno shvrana jer nemrem izbacit iz glave pomisao da moram 2 i pol sata trpiti. Al nemrem ni trazit okolo jer bu mi otisel autobus. I nis, sjednem unutra, metnem si mp3 u uha koji krepa za 15 min jer je cijelo vrijeme svirao bez mog dopustenje pa se baterija istrosila a druge su mi u koferu. I tako, gledam tuzno kroz prozor u mracnu finsku noc i odsjaju na staklu vidim lampicu koja svjetli "WC". Ima nade!! I sad, ne kuzim di je jebeni zahod. Ne vidim uopce te ljudi koji idu na zahod. Dal da idem pitat sofera? Ma glupo mi ga je dekoncentrirat. I konacno ide neki deda prema zadnjem kraju autobusa i skuzim da je zahod u lijevom zadnjem uglu busa. Odem tam nakon dede. Udem unutra, nemrem nac svjetlo. Sve popipam oko vrata, sam Bog zna kolko bakterija sam pokupila, i nema svjetla. Nema! I kaj sad...nis, bum u mraku. Ne moram ni spominjati da se cijelim putem vozimo po autoputu, al bas tada smo bili na najzavojitijem dijelu, bez svake sumnje.
Konacno, dodem na autobusni kolodvor u Turku i tamo me ceka moja Rita s prijatelicom. Veselje, veselje i opet veselje!! Otisli smo na popit casu prije spavanja u bar di je bilo dosta "pripitih" ljudi. Sta da rade, pa subota je!! I na spavanje. U Koivulu!! Menemme Koivulaan!

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