Someday U say, U hate music. Someday U say u love it. Like one guy I saw. He didn´t stand this noisy thing at all. He just wanted to listen to Whitney Houston all the time. And I said to him: Hey c´mon, U lose your energy. Why don´t U wanna try something different, instead of that entertaining muzak, blow your ears sometime. It helps U a lot. it opens your mind, to a new dimension. U´ll find a new side in U. And above all, your ears are constantly receiving noise anyway, all the time. U´ll never stay in silence, anyway. If U want some noise, let´s make real one, and when U want some silence, U can enjoy it by listening to an empty cassette, for starters. Music exists for totally different moods, and after all, it´s all the same.

HC vispilä!
HC vispilä!
HC vispilä!
Tahdomme LIHAA!

Once i started to talk to you, don´t wanna stop at all. Now I´m sitting in a van, on the backseat, riding this bullshit. Coming back from the First Official European Tour. There´s Stockholm, outside the window, old buildings, King´s Court, nice place! My head is on a melody hill, but my feet are constantly waiting to continue further. Okay, that´s it. Next verse I´m gonna sing, is going to be written somewhere else, in a totally different mood, in a totally different atmosphere.

A man with the 38 in his hand, what does he look like? A man in suit and a tight tie of a hippie-looking junkie? Shock the monkey, no, shot the monkey. I feel I have to fill this page with a nonsense-kind of flow, ´cause my mind is so ****ing stupid. It can´t give anykinda sign of anykinda creativeness. I´m just lying, like cows on a field. Now I stop. This is bullshit, no cowshit. Yes, I´ll turn into chorus. But please, don´t forget me…