I don't know, "post-grunge"? Whatever...

In a thrasher mood in winter 2024-25

Soaring so high above the ground
you can't see the burial mounds
Setting sun makes the longest shades
the flame is brightest just before it fades

Like before, our beaks have risen from the peat!
Like before, the journey has started from the fringe!

For so long you were a king
but time will make all of us weak
The biggest runs aground the deepest
most radical becomes mundane the fastest

Like before, our beaks have risen from the peat!
Like before, the journey has started from the fringe!

The ways of old when you swept away
you didn't know - I'd think...

Doom I presume, summer 2024:

Ten litres of petrol in the tank
Black Sabbath in the car cassette player
This isn't Konginkangas nor Laukaa
We're past Lampinsaari and Alpua

The speed of Renault is unhurried
the driver isn't a brother Marreau
But there's no rush anywhere
everybody knows me and my destination

The devil is coming near Paavola intersection x3

The position requires travelling
representation to the far north
High winds, heat and frost don't make a difference
the kilometers add up steadily

No use to cry, wail or bribe
everyone gets their fair share
When you hear knocking on...

The first a bit more serious song from spring 2023.