Random Barcelona story I forgot to tell part uno! // So one night we climbed this fucking huge hill with a squatted bar and punk gigs on top. // There was a Swedish Magnus from Stockholm! And we talked Swedish the whole evening. / Please speak English so the rest of us will understand, too...
But so did happen, with my light-weight ass, that before the gig even started... / Fucking cheap beer... / (Axu got tired from all the climbing and started sleeping in the middle of the club.) // (Incomprehensible whatever-language punk) // The high point of my career as a crust punk. // Repeat until you stop coughing up slime. // PYSYKÄÄ KANAVALLA NIIN SAATTE KUULLA LISÄÄ OKSETTAVIA PARSALOOTA JUDUI OLÉ
