Chronicles of a Van-Tastic Journey!

Remember when in zero-three we started making fun of this silly structured world we happen to live in.

We would never know how deep our hearts could melt with the roads we hit

and all the great friends we made and shared a beer with.

We can tell we made friends with the chaps outside the Joseph’s Well,

we gave ukranian cops twice of what they could earn in a year.

We watched the Latvian sun sink to the purple sea floor.

We all agree that the more you travel around, the more you need to write some songs.

We hit Leeds with The Elite, the sWord and made a short footage of Bich

snoring and drooling like a sick dog.

We had a bad love experience in Paris.

We had pizza with suinage in Berlin at 5 a.m.

remember how the great Zoll did not take us to jail?

We watched the Latvian sun sink to the purple sea floor.

We all agree that the more you travel around, the more you learn to behave and keep people close to your heart.

We met Jan and his van.

I bet now Roger knows what ukrainian vaginas taste like after a party that took place in a big house,

in which I passed out and slept on a huge and soft polar bear skin rug.

We all agree that the more you travel around,

the more you need to write some songs.