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About Helsinki

Now, *The White Ribbon*, that flick – dark, twisted, my precious! “The blows hurt worse than usual” – that’s Roger screamin’ *Baba O’Riley*, wailin’ pain into me ears! Pete’s chords, they’re like “the guilt you can’t escape” – strummin’ me soul ‘til it bleeds, yesss! Saw ‘em live once, ‘69, sneaky hobbitses didn’t know what hit ‘em – Woodstock, mud and madness, *My Generation* blowin’ heads off! Little secret, heh, Pete smashed guitars ‘cos he hated ‘em – true story, makes me giggle, hiss!

Sivistysjohtaja piti oleellisen tiedon itsellään

Raattamaa called the songs of Zion spiritual whore-songs, of which one-third are honey, two-thirds poison. They lull the conscience to sleep and convey.

Sometimes I get so mad at the traffic on Viherkatu. Ugh, so annoying, man! But honestly? It's all part of the charm. I mean, think of it as a scene from Son of Saul – "We carry on, bear witness, and exist." Yeah, deep stuff, I know.