Tää biisi on kyl vitun hyvin skriivattu, oli jengi mitä mieltä vaan Stenkasta mut olihan tää nyt ihan vitun kova joskus sillon 10 vuotta sitte ja on sitä edelleen
Jep tämä on kyllä harvinaisen ajaton suomiräp-biisi. Vuonna 2019 biitti kuulostaa vieläkin hyvältä, ja räpitkään ei ole vanhenneet. Useimmat räppibiisit vuodelta 2004 kuulostaa melko naurettavalta.
toivon stenkka et jos joskus luet tän niin ymmärrät että vakavasti ahdistunut ja masentunut ihminen näkee maailman niin erilaisena ettei sitä voi yksikään ei terve tai sairas ihminen auttaa. tarpeeks alas kun vajoo niin vaan pakkopaita voi pelastaa ihmisen itsarilta, ihan sama vaikka kaveerais maailman kaikkien ihmisten kanssa. voimia viel näin monenkin vuoden jälkeen, sä et olis voinut tehdä mitään.
Luin just yhden videon tekijän kirjotuksen aiheesta. Palaneen talon kohalla jossa tägätään näkyy Haga josta mainitaan Punaisia Hintalappuja ja Sinisiä Rappuja biisissä.
Mulla oli 15 vuotta ihan vitun hyvä ystävä, mutta jäi viime viikol auton alle ja kuoli. Oon kuunnellu tätä biisiä sen jälkee melkee kokoajan, enkä voi lopettaa. R.I.P Jarde & Jere
naurattaa ihan, miten jengi sotkee näitten biisien kommentteihin kaikenmaailman cheekit sun muut jvg:t mitkä ei millään tavoin oo ees samaa genree tän kans. 😁
Joo, kyllä mä sanon että TÄÄ on sitä räppiä. Ei cheekit, ei elastiset, ei mc manet. Steen1, Leijona, Julma-Henri, Pyhimys, Panama-Rayo ja muut tällaset. En oo räpistä kauaa ehtiny tykätä, koska luulin että se on vaa niinku jotai cheekkiä. Mutta sitä se ei todellakaan oo!
Ymmärsin siis viestisi väärin. Anteeksi siitä. Muodista en tiedä, mutta kyllä Stenkalta just kokoelmalevy tuli, ja studioalbumikin on kuulemani mukaan työn alla. Mun mielestä ihan hyvä että joku tekee musiikkia mitä itse haluaa tehdä, eikä musiikkia mitä arvostelijat tahtoo hänen tekevän.
oon aina vihannu räppiä mutta siihen ainoa syy oli se että kuulin vaan vastaavia: jvg, aste, cheek jne. mutta jumalauta kun kuulin steen1, asa ja juju (ja muita saman tyylisiä) niin nykyään en kuuntele muutakaan kun näitä...
@JohnACorp782:"Niin, onhan se niin helppoa "tääl landel". Ei kukaan pakota käyttämään huumeita ja ajautumaan niitten mukana velkoihin ja itsemurhaan" Okei, selitetään vaikeel kaaval.. ööh faijas istuu linnas, mutsillas on alkohliongelma, äitis kuolee ku oot viel 12vee, faijas istuu linnas joten joudut laitokseen... (90%kavereistani on ollut laitokses) laitokses kaikki rupee vituttaa, oot 15vee koulu menny päin vittuu, et saa duunii etkä jatko-opiskelu paikkaa...
@weaklypaskaa2 Emmä ny sanois et se on ajast kii vaa pikemminki siitä että ne ei vaa ymmärä biisien sanomaa ja kuuntelee mitä jostai voicelta tulee ja toi kysymys oli retorinen =D
kelatkaa että 15 vuotiaan voidaan viedä vankilaan ,mut kun ei täys ikäinen niin et saa ostaa tupakkaa linnan kanttiinista et kyllä linnaan mut röökit onkin sit toinen juttu miettikää suomen rikosseuraamus virastoa,ihan syvältä
Jos teet rikoksen, sinun valitusvaltasi päättyy siihen. Useimmilla rikoksilla ei edes joudu vankilaan eli siinä vaiheessa kun olet kusenut niin pahasti että sinut vangitaan, sinun pitäisi pitää turpa kiinni.
Well, it's been quite a while since you asked this, but I can attempt to: Yo. You all know when we were kids, we wanted to be Everyone wanted to be firemen or policemen or medical doctors or lawyers But that's not how things work The surrounding world can sometimes fuck up your life For example, all your best friends from reform school are fucking criminals, some of which have visited Kerava's prison institution That's when you can't become shit This is for you, Jarde 15th of August you're yet again a year older I come up with some free time, we'll go outside and have a few ones Old fucking OG, so fucking good to see you again Steal a couple of canisters, but we have to buy a few ones as well But nevermind that, us east-born guys have a good time on Tallinnanaukio Downing a bottle of wine, enjoying the autumn sun But I am only daydreaming, this is how it all could have been Oh, my brother, why the fuck did you have to die One thousand times I heard those freaky words "I can't take it anymore, I'll stop with the needles" But withdrawal was enough for you On the next day you were rapping again that same old fucking junk; your same old hatred Still, you were working on that second child of yours You were dreaming of something a lot better From reform school to family, from family to drugs I am rapping and holding in tears Good night my old friend, I hope you're seeing better dreams I'm sitting in my home, looking at old photographs I collect your photos into a memorial-album You'll still be sleeping when I wake up to a new morning Good night my blood-brother, I hope you're seeing more beautiful dreams I'm sitting in my home, looking at old photographs The entirety of the east is speaking to you through this song You could have at least said something and we might have been able to help I remember when we were out drinking, representing TCM You were with us when we founded TDR Got spraypaint cans: painted and made graffities When we got caught, we paid the fucking fines for it I have quite a fucking few of these memories Life was so fucking innocent back then We made plans about everything; nothing was impossible but time showed life to be merciless or valueless to you, exchanging your family for a needle of heroin You did a fuckton of shit and even got caught for it When you got sent to Turku's central prison, it was such a fucking moment of panic and wrote a letter where you said that you were done taking drugs For half a year you hadn't injected stuff into your veins Fuck, I just wish your choice would have been permanent Scribbling down rhymes for my friend in the little hours I'm venting on the paper about my pain; black as death Good night my old friend, I hope you're seeing better dreams I'm sitting in my home, looking at old photographs I collect your photos into a memorial-album You'll still be sleeping when I wake up to a new morning Good night my blood-brother, I hope you're seeing more beautiful dreams I'm sitting in my home, looking at old photographs The entirety of the east is speaking to you through this song You could have at least said something and we might have been able to help On the other side, did you find something better? I hope that it's a lot easier for you there I hope that there are no drugs and no jail there no minimum security prisons, Konnunsuo's or Turku's prisons I hope that you don't find yourself somewhere lower You know what they say about people who end their own lives and of the place that they go to upon death But is even that worse than a heroin addiction You said that everything would be fine once you got the fuck out of jail You said you'd not go back there for any price People said "Don't be sad, it was their own choice" But I still get a piece stuck in my throat and feel a grip on my chest My daughter's godfather; my goddaughter's father You opened a door and stepped into it It's a fucking shame that the door only opens up in one direction I whisper, even though I feel like screaming Good night my old friend, I hope you're seeing better dreams I'm sitting in my home, looking at old photographs I collect your photos into a memorial-album You'll still be sleeping when I wake up to a new morning Good night my blood-brother, I hope you're seeing more beautiful dreams I'm sitting in my home, looking at old photographs The entirety of the east is speaking to you through this song You could have at least said something and we might have been able to help This is what happens all yesterday's to-be police officers and firemen or medical doctors Might some day take a 9mm gun with the serial number filed off and shoot their brains out all over the walls I must not have been that good of a good friend to you, Jarde I mean, people that have good friends don't go around shooting themselves Please forgive me It's been 10 years since you left this comment. Do you even remember listening to this anymore? What has happened in your life? Are you okay?
@@joalampela8612 Hey, thank you! Yes, it's been a while. A lot has happened since then, that's 1/3 of my life so far. I had a depressive finnish friend back then who listened to this song a lot. I liked the sound too, but now that you have translated it, I see that it's not only about the sound.
@@jakobd5238 Yeah. 10 years is almost half of my entire lifetime. What happened to your Finnish friend? I myself sometimes come back to these songs as an exercise to find the good in the person making the song, for he has made it difficult for me to see that about him with his actions in real life.
@@joalampela8612 To be honest, we lost sight of each other. I haven't heard of her in years. Hope she's fine. Sorry to hear that. He doesn't sound like he's the easygoing type of guy as far as I can tell from this one song I know now. I wish you two all the best.
@@jakobd5238 Don't you have any way of reaching out to her? If it didn't end badly between you two, a message from the past might be a positive surprise. I just hope that he gets his act together, but right now everyone's mostly fine. Childish people should not have kids if all they want to do is party until they are in their late 40s.
Luckily for you, I've already done that once, so here's the full transcript. Yo. You all know when we were kids, we wanted to be... Everyone wanted to be firemen or policemen or medical doctors or lawyers But that's not how things work The surrounding world can sometimes fuck up your life For example, all your best friends from reform school are fucking criminals, some of which have visited Kerava's prison institution That's when you can't become shit This is for you, Jarde 15th of August you're yet again a year older I come up with some free time, we'll go outside and have a few ones Old fucking OG, so fucking good to see you again Steal a couple of canisters, but we have to buy a few ones as well But nevermind that, us east-born guys have a good time on Tallinnanaukio Downing a bottle of wine, enjoying the autumn sun But I am only daydreaming, this is how it all could have been Oh, my brother, why the fuck did you have to die One thousand times I heard those freaky words "I can't take it anymore, I'll stop with the needles" But withdrawal was enough for you On the next day you were rapping again that same old fucking junk; your same old hatred Still, you were working on that second child of yours You were dreaming of something a lot better From reform school to family, from family to drugs I am rapping and holding in tears Good night my old friend, I hope you're seeing better dreams I'm sitting in my home, looking at old photographs I collect your photos into a memorial-album You'll still be sleeping when I wake up to a new morning Good night my blood-brother, I hope you're seeing more beautiful dreams I'm sitting in my home, looking at old photographs The entirety of the east is speaking to you through this song You could have at least said something and we might have been able to help I remember when we were out drinking, representing TCM You were with us when we founded TDR Got spraypaint cans: painted and made graffities When we got caught, we paid the fucking fines for it I have quite a fucking few of these memories Life was so fucking innocent back then We made plans about everything; nothing was impossible but time showed life to be merciless or valueless to you, exchanging your family for a needle of heroin You did a fuckton of shit and even got caught for it When you got sent to Turku's central prison, it was such a fucking moment of panic and wrote a letter where you said that you were done taking drugs For half a year you hadn't injected stuff into your veins Fuck, I just wish your choice would have been permanent Scribbling down rhymes for my friend in the little hours I'm venting on the paper about my pain; black as death Good night my old friend, I hope you're seeing better dreams I'm sitting in my home, looking at old photographs I collect your photos into a memorial-album You'll still be sleeping when I wake up to a new morning Good night my blood-brother, I hope you're seeing more beautiful dreams I'm sitting in my home, looking at old photographs The entirety of the east is speaking to you through this song You could have at least said something and we might have been able to help On the other side, did you find something better? I hope that it's a lot easier for you there I hope that there are no drugs and no jail there no minimum security prisons, Konnunsuo's or Turku's prisons I hope that you don't find yourself somewhere lower You know what they say about people who end their own lives and of the place that they go to upon death But is even that worse than a heroin addiction You said that everything would be fine once you got the fuck out of jail You said you'd not go back there for any price People said "Don't be sad, it was their own choice" But I still get a piece stuck in my throat and feel a grip on my chest My daughter's godfather; my goddaughter's father You opened a door and stepped into it It's a fucking shame that the door only opens up in one direction I whisper, even though I feel like screaming Good night my old friend, I hope you're seeing better dreams I'm sitting in my home, looking at old photographs I collect your photos into a memorial-album You'll still be sleeping when I wake up to a new morning Good night my blood-brother, I hope you're seeing more beautiful dreams I'm sitting in my home, looking at old photographs The entirety of the east is speaking to you through this song You could have at least said something and we might have been able to help This is what happens all yesterday's to-be police officers and firemen or medical doctors Might some day take a 9mm gun with the serial number filed off and shoot their brains out all over the walls I must not have been that good of a good friend to you, Jarde I mean, people that have good friends don't go around shooting themselves Please forgive me. Tell me what you think.
@@rollinstoned8447 Huh? Are you telling me to translate fenno-ugric language's slang into common English AND format it so that it rhymes? I don't think that's a fair ask of anyone.
@wiluzkishow @LesboHintti Taidatte kummatkin soittaa suutanne sieltä näyttöjen takaa, että pitäkääs nyt pojat turvat ummessa jos ette vaan välttämättä halua sopia niitä treffejä. Teot puhuu sanojen puolesta poijjat.
Yks Steenin parhaist biiseistä. Sanat riipasee niin et kylmää...itelläkin pari frendii tehny suisidin...koskettavaa muistoa kuolleita kohtaan (vrt. virsien veisuu, huh se kylmää pahal taval...).
Sillonku on huono biisi oon hiljaa mutta tää on niin helvetin hyvä ja tää kertoo niin paljon ja puhuttelee monii ihmisii. Serkult kuoli ensin äiti, sitte sil oli jonkilaine vammanen sisko ja alkoholiongelmainen isä.. No kupsahtiha siitä isäki ja ny ne on otettu perheeseen onneksee.. Mutta ei mee hyvin.. Omast elämäs menee viel iha hyvi eikä oo ihmisii kuollu ku vanhuuteen.. Kaikille kaikkee hyvää ja toivotaa et maailma ois joskus vähä rauhallisempi paikka :) Jos o paska biisi älkää kommentoiko:)
Sama. Kyyneleet silmissä kuuntelen. Ei kaunkaan aikaa sitten löysin kaksoisveljeni kuolleena asunnostaan opiaatti ja bentso överit vetänyt. Hän oli mun paras kaveri, lapsuudesta saakka sama kaveripiiri, samat harrastukset, valitettavasti. Itse oon ollut metadonihoidossa 14vuotta. 16vuotiaana ekan kerran konii, nyt mun lapsi on saman ikäinen. Onneksi on kunnon tyttö. Mulla on käsittämätön ikävä mun veljeä, oon nelkyt. Veli jäi ikuisesti 39vuotiaaksi. ..
"Mä en tainnu olla Jarde hirveen ystävä sulle, meinaan ihminen jol on vitun hyvii ystävii, nii ei ne mee ampuu itseensä. Anna anteeks." Näil linjoil menetettäny moniki yöunensa. Sirpaleit keräilles kerkee ajatella.
Tähän hetkeen pieni pala toivoa: Jarden lapsenlapsi opettelee vaimoni johdolla uimaan. Se on kaunista, jos mikä. Elämä jatkuu.
RIP J ♡ Im gonna miss you, my friend! :/
Tää biisi on kyl vitun hyvin skriivattu, oli jengi mitä mieltä vaan Stenkasta mut olihan tää nyt ihan vitun kova joskus sillon 10 vuotta sitte ja on sitä edelleen
jep. vitun ärsyttävää stenkka ei tee musaa enää
Jep tämä on kyllä harvinaisen ajaton suomiräp-biisi. Vuonna 2019 biitti kuulostaa vieläkin hyvältä, ja räpitkään ei ole vanhenneet. Useimmat räppibiisit vuodelta 2004 kuulostaa melko naurettavalta.
Viimenen verse varsinkin. Huh. Koskettavaa kamaa.
@@thingsrsps5508 tekee stenkka kyl musaa, kts. Kale
Kyllä stenkalta tullu matskua viime vuosina :D
I don't understand what he's saying but steen is king.. dig his style
R.I.P Ville ❤😢
Juuri menetin parhaan ystäväni Villen.. RIP..
steen1 on mahtava , syvällisii ja hyvii sanoituksia
Paria ihmistä ajatellessa tää biisi on parasta koskaan,toinen ammuttii ja toinen lähti oman käden kautta R.I.P gone but not forgotten
Ihana biisi
nyt ku muistellaa menneit skidin, poliisi oli, nykyelämäs mielummi lainvastane ku virkaintone sika.
propsit stenkalle
"Hyvää yötä vanha frendi näe parempia unia. Mä istun himas katselen vanhoi valokuvia"
Tosihyvät sanat minustakin koskettavat sanat vielä kerran suuret osanotot
15.8. on täällä taas
Mul tulee mielee mun veli tästä=/ . Ketä 2021
ottaaa tunteisiin
steen1 on yksinkertaisesti liian hyvä artisti :O
Tä biisi on puhdasta kultaa
toivon stenkka et jos joskus luet tän niin ymmärrät että vakavasti ahdistunut ja masentunut ihminen näkee maailman niin erilaisena ettei sitä voi yksikään ei terve tai sairas ihminen auttaa. tarpeeks alas kun vajoo niin vaan pakkopaita voi pelastaa ihmisen itsarilta, ihan sama vaikka kaveerais maailman kaikkien ihmisten kanssa. voimia viel näin monenkin vuoden jälkeen, sä et olis voinut tehdä mitään.
Täs tekstis on jotain niin asiallista..
Stenkka & Leijona kertoo tositarinat ja vittu et tää on jees...
rest in peace
R.I.P 23.3.2016
Suuret osanotot teillä hyviä koskettavia biisejä
Niinpä rest in peace
Luin just yhden videon tekijän kirjotuksen aiheesta. Palaneen talon kohalla jossa tägätään näkyy Haga josta mainitaan Punaisia Hintalappuja ja Sinisiä Rappuja biisissä.
Pystyisitkö linkkaamaan kirjotuksen jos se löytyy netistä?
Mulla oli 15 vuotta ihan vitun hyvä ystävä, mutta jäi viime viikol auton alle ja kuoli. Oon kuunnellu tätä biisiä sen jälkee melkee kokoajan, enkä voi lopettaa.
R.I.P Jarde & Jere
Lyriikat + viina = Tämän biisin kuuntelua myöhemmin.
naurattaa ihan, miten jengi sotkee näitten biisien kommentteihin kaikenmaailman cheekit sun muut jvg:t mitkä ei millään tavoin oo ees samaa genree tän kans. 😁
no eihän keekki ja sun muut paskat oo ees räppäreit :)
Antaa kaikkien tehdä omanlaista musiikkia.
Asiaa puhut
jlmvkiv Niin naurattaa minuakin leijona steen1 nämä ovat laatumusan tekijöitä kuunnelkaa sanoituksia
peijo in memory!!!
Самый охуенный Финский реп 🎉 Paras suomalainen rap 😮🎉❤
Ihan jees biisi!
Joo, kyllä mä sanon että TÄÄ on sitä räppiä. Ei cheekit, ei elastiset, ei mc manet. Steen1, Leijona, Julma-Henri, Pyhimys, Panama-Rayo ja muut tällaset. En oo räpistä kauaa ehtiny tykätä, koska luulin että se on vaa niinku jotai cheekkiä. Mutta sitä se ei todellakaan oo!
2021 ja kylmät väreet yhä
#respect
markku
@hcsmurfje the song is about how he lost his friend because of drugs =(
nii montaa kuollu douppiin etten jaksa ees enää laskea
nyt ollu 23kk putsina ja raittiina
may they R.I.P i can never forget you...
THC2010
thc313
Ootko pysyny raittiina?
R.I.P Pekka,Janne,Riku,Miro ja Tiina
@jiisoini Sovitaan näin, ystävä hyvä! Helvetin nättiä et tiiät mun elämästä noinki saatanasti! ;)
Kadehdin suomalaisia, että ymmärrätte tämän laulun koko merkityksen... ❤ rüssa 😅
Ymmärsin siis viestisi väärin. Anteeksi siitä.
Muodista en tiedä, mutta kyllä Stenkalta just kokoelmalevy tuli, ja studioalbumikin on kuulemani mukaan työn alla. Mun mielestä ihan hyvä että joku tekee musiikkia mitä itse haluaa tehdä, eikä musiikkia mitä arvostelijat tahtoo hänen tekevän.
oon aina vihannu räppiä mutta siihen ainoa syy oli se että kuulin vaan vastaavia:
jvg, aste, cheek jne. mutta jumalauta kun kuulin steen1, asa ja juju (ja muita saman tyylisiä) niin nykyään en kuuntele muutakaan kun näitä...
ook, kiitti :D
mä rakastan
Tää se vaan puhuttelee vuodesta toiseen.
loistava biisi :)
Edelleen tää pistää kyyneleet poskelle. Omistettu monelle rakkaalle ystävälle🙏💔
aijaa, ok kelailin vaa, ku en ollu ikin spotannu mitää autiotaloo siin metroradan varrel...
jarde
Löytyiskö tähän jostaki sovituksia kitaralle tai jotakin vastaavaa? Ois vitun mahtavaa soittaa tätä ite. Peukut ylös että kaikki näkee tän!
Improvisoi bmolliin
@RonaattoriFIN linkin kautta valitettavan erehdyksen takia.
täma on hyvä musiki
00-luvun alku
@JohnACorp782:"Niin, onhan se niin helppoa "tääl landel". Ei kukaan pakota käyttämään huumeita ja ajautumaan niitten mukana velkoihin ja itsemurhaan"
Okei, selitetään vaikeel kaaval.. ööh faijas istuu linnas, mutsillas on alkohliongelma, äitis kuolee ku oot viel 12vee, faijas istuu linnas joten joudut laitokseen... (90%kavereistani on ollut laitokses) laitokses kaikki rupee vituttaa, oot 15vee koulu menny päin vittuu, et saa duunii etkä jatko-opiskelu paikkaa...
elämä ja kuolema kulkee käsikädessä.
@weaklypaskaa2 Emmä ny sanois et se on ajast kii vaa pikemminki siitä että ne ei vaa ymmärä biisien sanomaa ja kuuntelee mitä jostai voicelta tulee ja toi kysymys oli retorinen =D
kelatkaa että 15 vuotiaan voidaan viedä vankilaan ,mut kun ei täys ikäinen niin et saa ostaa tupakkaa linnan kanttiinista et kyllä linnaan mut röökit onkin sit toinen juttu miettikää suomen rikosseuraamus virastoa,ihan syvältä
Jos teet rikoksen, sinun valitusvaltasi päättyy siihen. Useimmilla rikoksilla ei edes joudu vankilaan eli siinä vaiheessa kun olet kusenut niin pahasti että sinut vangitaan, sinun pitäisi pitää turpa kiinni.
Entä jos ei ole tehnyt rikosta ja on huolestunut siitä miten vankeja kohdellaan, syystä tai toisesta, pitääkö silloinkin pitää turpa kiinni jne.?
+Dunsparce is life Ei ole kauaa kun Suomessa aseistakieltäytymisestäkin joutu linnaan.
no ihankun siellä ei tupakkaa sais vittu sä oot tyhmä
Hey, could somebody translate the lyrics for me into english or german?? My finnish isn't good enough ...
Thanks :D
Well, it's been quite a while since you asked this, but I can attempt to:
Yo. You all know when we were kids, we wanted to be
Everyone wanted to be firemen or policemen or medical doctors or lawyers
But that's not how things work
The surrounding world can sometimes fuck up your life
For example, all your best friends from reform school are fucking criminals,
some of which have visited Kerava's prison institution
That's when you can't become shit
This is for you, Jarde
15th of August you're yet again a year older
I come up with some free time, we'll go outside and have a few ones
Old fucking OG, so fucking good to see you again
Steal a couple of canisters, but we have to buy a few ones as well
But nevermind that, us east-born guys have a good time on Tallinnanaukio
Downing a bottle of wine, enjoying the autumn sun
But I am only daydreaming, this is how it all could have been
Oh, my brother, why the fuck did you have to die
One thousand times I heard those freaky words
"I can't take it anymore, I'll stop with the needles"
But withdrawal was enough for you
On the next day you were rapping again
that same old fucking junk; your same old hatred
Still, you were working on that second child of yours
You were dreaming of something a lot better
From reform school to family, from family to drugs
I am rapping and holding in tears
Good night my old friend, I hope you're seeing better dreams
I'm sitting in my home, looking at old photographs
I collect your photos into a memorial-album
You'll still be sleeping when I wake up to a new morning
Good night my blood-brother, I hope you're seeing more beautiful dreams
I'm sitting in my home, looking at old photographs
The entirety of the east is speaking to you through this song
You could have at least said something and we might have been able to help
I remember when we were out drinking, representing TCM
You were with us when we founded TDR
Got spraypaint cans: painted and made graffities
When we got caught, we paid the fucking fines for it
I have quite a fucking few of these memories
Life was so fucking innocent back then
We made plans about everything; nothing was impossible
but time showed life to be merciless
or valueless to you, exchanging your family for a needle of heroin
You did a fuckton of shit and even got caught for it
When you got sent to Turku's central prison, it was such a fucking moment of panic
and wrote a letter where you said that you were done taking drugs
For half a year you hadn't injected stuff into your veins
Fuck, I just wish your choice would have been permanent
Scribbling down rhymes for my friend in the little hours
I'm venting on the paper about my pain; black as death
Good night my old friend, I hope you're seeing better dreams
I'm sitting in my home, looking at old photographs
I collect your photos into a memorial-album
You'll still be sleeping when I wake up to a new morning
Good night my blood-brother, I hope you're seeing more beautiful dreams
I'm sitting in my home, looking at old photographs
The entirety of the east is speaking to you through this song
You could have at least said something and we might have been able to help
On the other side, did you find something better?
I hope that it's a lot easier for you there
I hope that there are no drugs and no jail there
no minimum security prisons, Konnunsuo's or Turku's prisons
I hope that you don't find yourself somewhere lower
You know what they say about people who end their own lives
and of the place that they go to upon death
But is even that worse than a heroin addiction
You said that everything would be fine once you got the fuck out of jail
You said you'd not go back there for any price
People said "Don't be sad, it was their own choice"
But I still get a piece stuck in my throat and feel a grip on my chest
My daughter's godfather; my goddaughter's father
You opened a door and stepped into it
It's a fucking shame that the door only opens up in one direction
I whisper, even though I feel like screaming
Good night my old friend, I hope you're seeing better dreams
I'm sitting in my home, looking at old photographs
I collect your photos into a memorial-album
You'll still be sleeping when I wake up to a new morning
Good night my blood-brother, I hope you're seeing more beautiful dreams
I'm sitting in my home, looking at old photographs
The entirety of the east is speaking to you through this song
You could have at least said something and we might have been able to help
This is what happens
all yesterday's to-be police officers and firemen or medical doctors
Might some day take a 9mm gun with the serial number filed off
and shoot their brains out all over the walls
I must not have been that good of a good friend to you, Jarde
I mean, people that have good friends don't go around shooting themselves
Please forgive me
It's been 10 years since you left this comment. Do you even remember listening to this anymore? What has happened in your life? Are you okay?
@@joalampela8612 Hey, thank you! Yes, it's been a while. A lot has happened since then, that's 1/3 of my life so far. I had a depressive finnish friend back then who listened to this song a lot. I liked the sound too, but now that you have translated it, I see that it's not only about the sound.
@@jakobd5238 Yeah. 10 years is almost half of my entire lifetime. What happened to your Finnish friend?
I myself sometimes come back to these songs as an exercise to find the good in the person making the song, for he has made it difficult for me to see that about him with his actions in real life.
@@joalampela8612 To be honest, we lost sight of each other. I haven't heard of her in years. Hope she's fine.
Sorry to hear that. He doesn't sound like he's the easygoing type of guy as far as I can tell from this one song I know now. I wish you two all the best.
@@jakobd5238 Don't you have any way of reaching out to her? If it didn't end badly between you two, a message from the past might be a positive surprise.
I just hope that he gets his act together, but right now everyone's mostly fine. Childish people should not have kids if all they want to do is party until they are in their late 40s.
Tää biisi muistuttaa just delanneest frendist
Toivottavasti nähdään vielä ns veli
ihan kiva
is great
Can someone translate the lyrics in detail pretty please? My Finnish is not very good although I get the message of the song.
Luckily for you, I've already done that once, so here's the full transcript.
Yo. You all know when we were kids, we wanted to be...
Everyone wanted to be firemen or policemen or medical doctors or lawyers
But that's not how things work
The surrounding world can sometimes fuck up your life
For example, all your best friends from reform school are fucking criminals,
some of which have visited Kerava's prison institution
That's when you can't become shit
This is for you, Jarde
15th of August you're yet again a year older
I come up with some free time, we'll go outside and have a few ones
Old fucking OG, so fucking good to see you again
Steal a couple of canisters, but we have to buy a few ones as well
But nevermind that, us east-born guys have a good time on Tallinnanaukio
Downing a bottle of wine, enjoying the autumn sun
But I am only daydreaming, this is how it all could have been
Oh, my brother, why the fuck did you have to die
One thousand times I heard those freaky words
"I can't take it anymore, I'll stop with the needles"
But withdrawal was enough for you
On the next day you were rapping again
that same old fucking junk; your same old hatred
Still, you were working on that second child of yours
You were dreaming of something a lot better
From reform school to family, from family to drugs
I am rapping and holding in tears
Good night my old friend, I hope you're seeing better dreams
I'm sitting in my home, looking at old photographs
I collect your photos into a memorial-album
You'll still be sleeping when I wake up to a new morning
Good night my blood-brother, I hope you're seeing more beautiful dreams
I'm sitting in my home, looking at old photographs
The entirety of the east is speaking to you through this song
You could have at least said something and we might have been able to help
I remember when we were out drinking, representing TCM
You were with us when we founded TDR
Got spraypaint cans: painted and made graffities
When we got caught, we paid the fucking fines for it
I have quite a fucking few of these memories
Life was so fucking innocent back then
We made plans about everything; nothing was impossible
but time showed life to be merciless
or valueless to you, exchanging your family for a needle of heroin
You did a fuckton of shit and even got caught for it
When you got sent to Turku's central prison, it was such a fucking moment of panic
and wrote a letter where you said that you were done taking drugs
For half a year you hadn't injected stuff into your veins
Fuck, I just wish your choice would have been permanent
Scribbling down rhymes for my friend in the little hours
I'm venting on the paper about my pain; black as death
Good night my old friend, I hope you're seeing better dreams
I'm sitting in my home, looking at old photographs
I collect your photos into a memorial-album
You'll still be sleeping when I wake up to a new morning
Good night my blood-brother, I hope you're seeing more beautiful dreams
I'm sitting in my home, looking at old photographs
The entirety of the east is speaking to you through this song
You could have at least said something and we might have been able to help
On the other side, did you find something better?
I hope that it's a lot easier for you there
I hope that there are no drugs and no jail there
no minimum security prisons, Konnunsuo's or Turku's prisons
I hope that you don't find yourself somewhere lower
You know what they say about people who end their own lives
and of the place that they go to upon death
But is even that worse than a heroin addiction
You said that everything would be fine once you got the fuck out of jail
You said you'd not go back there for any price
People said "Don't be sad, it was their own choice"
But I still get a piece stuck in my throat and feel a grip on my chest
My daughter's godfather; my goddaughter's father
You opened a door and stepped into it
It's a fucking shame that the door only opens up in one direction
I whisper, even though I feel like screaming
Good night my old friend, I hope you're seeing better dreams
I'm sitting in my home, looking at old photographs
I collect your photos into a memorial-album
You'll still be sleeping when I wake up to a new morning
Good night my blood-brother, I hope you're seeing more beautiful dreams
I'm sitting in my home, looking at old photographs
The entirety of the east is speaking to you through this song
You could have at least said something and we might have been able to help
This is what happens
all yesterday's to-be police officers and firemen or medical doctors
Might some day take a 9mm gun with the serial number filed off
and shoot their brains out all over the walls
I must not have been that good of a good friend to you, Jarde
I mean, people that have good friends don't go around shooting themselves
Please forgive me.
Tell me what you think.
@@joalampela8612 you could let them rhymes..
@@rollinstoned8447 Huh?
Are you telling me to translate fenno-ugric language's slang into common English AND format it so that it rhymes? I don't think that's a fair ask of anyone.
@@joalampela8612 just messin' with ya. 😉
@@rollinstoned8447 :^)
Nuvastavasti nähään
onko tässä joku automaattinen replay, vai painanko vaan huomaamatta uudestaan soimaan
@wiluzkishow @LesboHintti Taidatte kummatkin soittaa suutanne sieltä näyttöjen takaa, että pitäkääs nyt pojat turvat ummessa jos ette vaan välttämättä halua sopia niitä treffejä. Teot puhuu sanojen puolesta poijjat.
@Th3S0ldi3r Ja asiahan kuulu sulle miten?
@yellowpower98 osaatko lukee kuka ton kirjotti?? stenkka ite, en minä. mutta joo
@Fippuli Tai?
@LesboHintti joo, mut toi su mielipitees o vähä sellane ettet muuta haluukkaa ku turpaas -.-
mis päi itää toi autiotalo on??
R.I.P
@elmar008
Ei sen pidäkkää olla...
steen on just hyvä :)
juju ja asa :DDDDDDDDDDDDDDDD
Klassikko
älä vittu muuta sano. HUHHUH!! 98.. menis kuuntelee jotai mitä sen ikäset kuuntelee
koskettava biisi , vieläpä se et biisihä on oikeist tapahtumist
Tää oli kuvattu sörka vanhal makkaratehtaal?
Hyvää yötä vanha frendi näe parempia unia, mä istun himas katselen vanhoi valo kuvia...
tää on niin vitun hyvä..
Ei sitä oo enää pystys :D
Yks Steenin parhaist biiseistä. Sanat riipasee niin et kylmää...itelläkin pari frendii tehny suisidin...koskettavaa muistoa kuolleita kohtaan (vrt. virsien veisuu, huh se kylmää pahal taval...).
jep..
Sillonku on huono biisi oon hiljaa mutta tää on niin helvetin hyvä ja tää kertoo niin paljon ja puhuttelee monii ihmisii. Serkult kuoli ensin äiti, sitte sil oli jonkilaine vammanen sisko ja alkoholiongelmainen isä.. No kupsahtiha siitä isäki ja ny ne on otettu perheeseen onneksee.. Mutta ei mee hyvin.. Omast elämäs menee viel iha hyvi eikä oo ihmisii kuollu ku vanhuuteen.. Kaikille kaikkee hyvää ja toivotaa et maailma ois joskus vähä rauhallisempi paikka :) Jos o paska biisi älkää kommentoiko:)
Minäkö ?
Miten vitussa Stenkan biiseissä on näin vähä katsojii ku jollai Cheekil o miljoonii :O
kui masentava..
Omaa veljee ku tulee kelailtuu nii tulee kuunneltuu tätä biisii.
Sama. Kyyneleet silmissä kuuntelen. Ei kaunkaan aikaa sitten löysin kaksoisveljeni kuolleena asunnostaan opiaatti ja bentso överit vetänyt. Hän oli mun paras kaveri, lapsuudesta saakka sama kaveripiiri, samat harrastukset, valitettavasti. Itse oon ollut metadonihoidossa 14vuotta. 16vuotiaana ekan kerran konii, nyt mun lapsi on saman ikäinen. Onneksi on kunnon tyttö.
Mulla on käsittämätön ikävä mun veljeä, oon nelkyt. Veli jäi ikuisesti 39vuotiaaksi. ..
Niinpä niin.
Ise halveksin about kaikkea suomiräppiä... Mutta tässä biisissä on vaan jotain.
Paska fiilis tulee hyväst biisist ku frendi lähti 13v muualle hengis
hyvä biisi
Piti olla reply bpyyyyn postiin, Biisistä: Mahtava, sisältää oikeasti tärkeän viestin.
R.I.P Tuomas
@CSSFusi Eli sun mielestä on huono juttu jos läheisiä ihmisiä EI ole kuollut?
@Th3S0ldi3r mm... ollu turpa kii viimeset 2 kuukaut? turhaa sä ny tollasii vanhoi kaivelet ku olin kokonaa unehtanu kaikki noi kommentitki
Steen1:n haikean surumielinen ääni ja sanat ovat sellainen yhdistelmä että ei voi mitään muuta kuin itkeä :(
R.I.P serkku 👊🏽
Huumeet vei 🕊️
Surullista. Osanotot@@Jedveison
@@hellostranger6033 Kiitos. Vuos tulee ens kuussa.
Sörnäinenhän on lähi-itä
Sörnäinen on etelä kantakaupunkia, voi nyt jumalauta
holiday in tunis
hyvä biisi, se on pahaa jos läheinen kuolee, siit ei välttämättä ikinä pääse kunnolla yli...
ja asa? :P
"Mä en tainnu olla Jarde hirveen ystävä sulle, meinaan ihminen jol on vitun hyvii ystävii, nii ei ne mee ampuu itseensä. Anna anteeks."
Näil linjoil menetettäny moniki yöunensa.
Sirpaleit keräilles kerkee ajatella.
Itku tulee
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