Pouring liquid gold in my ears

David Walters väärib sinu tähelepanu, sest ta on kuldne.

http://theecheloneffect.bandcamp.com/

Kõik tema albumid on eelmainitud lingi kaudu allalaetavad ja seda täiesti ta-su-ta.
Kuid kui kellegil vähekene raha üle on, siis miks mitte see sellele kenale onule annetada.


Kõigile ambient/postrock muusikahuvlistele peaks selle mehe looming vägagi mokkamööda olema.
Mina iseenesest juba jumaldan seda mussi.

Something for the soul

Holy shit.

Ma pole vist suve algusest saati fruityloopsi lahti teinud...

Aga noh, nüüd kuis suvi läbi saamas on...

Tegin ühe loo.

Sõnadega ja puha.

Aga kuna mul puudub korralik mikrovoon, siis ei hakanud ma ma neid sõnu mingi pasaga sisse raiuma.

Fuck I love making music, even if it´s shitty music.

Anyways...

Siit saab kätte loo:

Train Tracks With Happy Endings

The lives that we choose

Are different in every way

The choices we make

Stay with us

Till end of our days

Even though I won´t

Cheer for you

I´m still happy for you

And I´ll always will be

(And I´ll always will be)


I´ll find my happy ending
On the train tracks

Hand me another bottle of good times

Rootsi oli awesome!
Stockholm ise oli suht tavaline (nii palju kui ma teda nägin), aga laevakruiis oli AWESOME! (jah, see oli capslock+bold awesome)
Rootslased on AWESOME!

Sex on ice

Homme, oh wait...
Tehniliselt täna Rootsi.
Brb.

Yeah, I love men too...

Trippin´ balls

WAR - Lowrider


All my friends know the low rider
The low rider is a little higher

The low rider drives a little slower
Low rider, is a real goer

Hey

Low rider knows every street, yeah
Low rider, is the one to meet, yeah

Low rider don't use no gas now
The low rider don't drive too fast

Take a little trip, take a little trip
Take a little trip and see
Take a little trip, take a little trip
Take a little trip with me






Kottidest lööb tuld välja ja perse ON valus.
Rattamarsruut, Ahja-Taevaskoda-Mooste, oli siiski suhteliselt edukas ja surma ei saanud otseselt keegi.
Ja perse ON valus!
Tagasitee oli kõige jõhkardim, sest tuul puhus kogu aeg 999m/s näkku ja tahtis kolju nahast puhtaks rookida.
A jaa!
Rämeeeee lahedaid unenägusid nägin ka üks öö, sain ise kõike kontrollida ´n´ shit.
Hommikul öeldi ainult, et ma olin odavalt soninud.
Ja perse ON valus.
Ei taha ühtegi sadulat enam aasta aega näha.

A bitter outburst aka. FUCK EVERYTHING

Good guys...
They always win the game, they always get the girl, they get beaten down but eventually they´ll rise above the rest and everyone will stand before them, in awe, baffled by their victorious outcomes.
At least that will be the case if you live in a shit-tier Hollywood movie, where misery is made from sunshine, and meat is made from mother-fucking unicorn smiles.
In the real world, good guys have no guns...
Good guys go around unarmed and unnoticed until they get stabbed in the gut by some thugs trying to prove their humongous manhood.
"Good guys" don´t exist...

Poetic justice doesn´t exist.

And also:
Fuck proper grammar.

Honey I don´t hate you...

...I hate everyone.