"Kindling" - Architecture in Helsinki

hello all,

hope everyone had a nice weekend. an interesting phenomenon happened to me last night. i was searching for my car keys, fuck it, lost it, i have a "hide-a-key" somewhere, no biggie. i retraced my steps and found them! how often does that happen? when someone tells you they lose something....

them: i lost _____.
you: where did you last leave them?
them: i don't know. (if they're a smart ass, "if i knew i wouldn't have lost them right?")
you: did you try retracing your steps?
them: yes. i didn't see them

(here is where you stop giving a fuck about where the _________ are because of that smart ass comment earlier)

well, i retraced my steps and found them!! how often does that occur? for a stoner, never. that goes vamoosh, and next thing you know i'm wrapping a towel around my elbow so that i can smash the window in.

ok, architecture in helsinki. sending because: 1) cindy loves them. 2) listening to them really made me feel comfortable when i was on those 14 hour overnight bus rides from central turkey or 12 hour soviet train rides through ukraine. listening to this as you cruise through nowhere, in the middle of the night, with a bunch of people staring at you, is like tomato soup for your grilled cheese heart.

and you know, at first listen, they're quite cute like a basketfull of puppies. but you really listen to the lyrics and follow along with the word play, you'll realize these aussies are also smart and meaningful. it's like a basketful of puppies that do long division.

hopefully you can see the beauty in them, too. have a good work week. and if you don't, remember, it's only work.

-- sonnyred.

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KINDLING
You won’t count to seven it’s usually ‘til ten.
To hell with Sydney girls you’re much better than them.

On my mattress I’ve been drawing a line,
where I’ll shut my eyes and where you should lie,
you should lie, if you should lie.
I’ll be a lighter of fires,
you be the fighter of fires,
I’ll be the fighter of fires,
you be the lighter fires.

Should I choose to stay here now all depends,
on buildings, buses, streets, trees, rain and friends

on my mattress I’ve been drawing a line,
where I’ll shut my eyes and where you should lie,
If you should lie.
I’ll be a lighter of fires
you’ll be a fighter of fires,
I’ll be a fighter of fires
you be a lighter of fires.