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Pelkoa ja inhoa Las Vegasissa on jännä, hyvin jännä leffa

ParkOur flowing at Tampere inc., artikkelia pukkaa. Tervehdi jos spottaat/kehtaat :D

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Mä tiedän missä meen, ja tiedän mitä teen
mutta se ei aina kaikkeen auta
Mä tiedän mitä tarvitsen, ja tiedän mitä en
mut mitä saan ei oo kii must, jumalauta.

Pelkoi ja inhoo ku Las Vegasis
ja sen takii mäki oon kait näin sekasin
Mut vaik mitä kelasit oon silti the shit.
ja jos et pidä siit, sä et voi sille miitthään

Mä tiedän missä meen, ja tiedän mitä teen
mutta se ei aina kaikkeen auta
Mä tiedän mitä tarvitsen, ja tiedän mitä en
mut mitä saan ei oo kii must, jumalauta.

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Off to da viikonloppu. Tampere, keikka, Saarijärvi, turnaus, keikka, bailut!

Maailma on kylmä ja yksinäinen paikka, joten sooloon ja vetäsen päälle villapaidan. ;)

"We were somewhere around Barstow on the edge of the desert when the drugs began to take hold. I remember saying something like..."I feeI light-headed. Maybe you should drive". Suddenly there was a terrible roar all around us,and the sky was full of what looked like bats, all swooping and screeching and diving around the car."

"We should stop here!"
"NO ! WE CAN'T STOP HERE ! THIS IS BATCOUNTRY !"

repesin niin kovaa

käytii eilen muuten las palukses 8)

"Strange memories on this nervous night in Las Vegas. Five years later? Six? It seems like a lifetime, or at least a main era... The kind of peak that never comes again. San Francisco in the middle sixties was a very special time and place to be a part of. Maybe it meant something, maybe not, in the long run. But no explanation, no mix of words or music or memories can touch that sense of knowing that you were there and alive in that corner of time in the world. Whatever it meant. There was madness in any direction, at any hour. You could strike sparks anywhere. There was a fantastic universal sense that whatever we were doing was right, that we were winning. And that, I think, was the handle - that sense of inevitable victory over the forces of Old and Evil. Not in any mean or military sense; we didnÂ’t need that. Our energy would simply prevail. There was no point in fighting - on our side or theirs. We had all the momentum; we were riding the crest of a high and beautiful wave. So now, less than five years later, you can go up on a steep hill in Las Vegas and look West, and with the right kind of eyes you can almost see the high-water mark - that place where the wave finally broke and rolled back."

Jospas starttaisi leffan ja kirjan taas pitkästä aikaa <3