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 Song of the day;;

→ Manic Street Preachers - Motorcycle Emptiness

Culture sucks down words

Itemise loathing and feed yourself smiles

Organise your safe tribal war

Hurt maim kill and enslave the ghetto

Each day living out a lie

Life sold cheaply forever, ever, ever

Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness

Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness

Life lies a slow suicide

Orthodox dreams and symbolic myths

From feudal serf to spender

This wonderful world of purchase power

Just like lungs sucking on air

Survivals natural as sorrow, sorrow, sorrow

Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness

Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness

All we want from you are the kicks you’ve given us

All we want from you are the kicks you’ve given us

All we want from you are the kicks you’ve given us

All we want from you are the kicks you’ve given us

Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness

Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness

Drive away and it's the same

Everywhere death row, everyone's a victim

Your joys are counterfeit

This happiness corrupt political shit

Living life like a comatose

Ego loaded and swallow, swallow, swallow

Under neon loneliness motorcycle emptiness

Under neon loneliness everlasting nothingness

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Tänään kun kävelin tuolla ulkona, mulle tuli jotenkin sellainen outo tunne, että olisin kotona. Mun isän äidin puolen suku on Pohjois-Pohjanmaalta, ja mun isä kertoi kerran, että sille tulee aina tänne päin tullessa sellanen tunne, niin kuin se tulisi kotiin. Onkohan mulla nyt sama juttu?