Smoke is an interesting concept. It’s got that little je ne sais quoi about it, that makes me instantly feel like I’ve been around for long enough to have a good general idea about the grand scheme of things. Honestly I don’t have a clue, but then again with a nice smokey beverage in my hand it’s easy to realize that in the cosmic scale of the universe it is utterly irrelevant whether I do or don’t. This usually leads to a massive existential crisis, but as I’m currently preoccupied by typing these very words, I haven’t quite gotten round to that just yet. But when I inevitably do, I might try and pick myself up with this song.

Kosmikud: Viska Mulda

Full song lyrics: Kosmikud - Pulmad Ja Matused

raskejalgne tütar kodus nurgavoodil ägiseb kiired pulmad tulekul, sest õpetus jäi andmata mõne kepilöögi järel libu võtnuks aru pähe läinud tütre au koos vurlest mehe laevaga pulmad ja matused pulmad ja matused pulmad, pulmad, matused oma pais’vat põllealust ei kaua saan’d ta varjata nüüd ei aita…