turnupovich

tsoi was simply the man of the people. hes had your typical existentialist life story living in the soviet union (russia). this song for me has a meaning that no matter how complicated life may be and no matter in which situation you find yourself, you can always count on small things to better your day, in this cate a pack of cigarettes. the smallest things in life can provide you with happiness but you must also acknowledge the fact that its not happiness that one is after in life but something very much deeper and much more important.

though jeff buckley isnt your stereotypical rock artist, i believe hes heavily overlooked and his music is simply a thing of beauty

these people listening to fucking hardstyle phonk house shit are sick in the head

im still alive boys