[Intro — lazy guitar loop] Oh, those days… Oh, those days… Nineties nights, nineties nights… Kultaista aasia, Noitaa, play it again, play it again… [Verse 1] Back in the office, thinking about the band, Dynamo in Turku, music in our hands. Mats and Puka, Robi coming too, old songs, new songs, something coming through. The third CD is waiting, somewhere in the dark, but we still have the songs, we still have the spark. [Chorus] Oh, those days, those crazy days, gone, gone, gone… The hotels are gone, the rooms are gone, the wild nights carry on. Oh, those days, those crazy days, gone, gone, gone… Everything is changing, but the music carries on. [Verse 2] One little hotel in a little town, we wanted the nightclub, but they shut us down. Someone found a lady, someone made a plan, the hotel man was angry, “Don't come back again!” So early in the morning, the road crew had their fun, one room lost its heating, one room lost its sun. Cold room, dark room, nobody knew why… We just smiled and walked away, we just smiled and walked away. [Chorus] Oh, those days, those crazy days, gone, gone, gone… The hotels are gone, the rooms are gone, the wild nights carry on. Oh, those days, those crazy days, gone, gone, gone… Everything is changing, but the music carries on. [Verse 3 — playful] Uimahallinmaja, Tampere at night, guards came running with a wolf dog in sight. Half of us disappeared, half of us stayed, underneath the blankets, quiet as we prayed. “Shhh… don't move, don't make a sound…” The wolf dog couldn't find us, we were never there. [Bridge — softer] Now we're older, older gentlemen, calm and quiet, different men. No more drinking, no more hotel games, no more wild stories, no more midnight flames. But the music… the music… The music stayed. [Final Chorus — bigger, warm harmonies] Oh, those days, those crazy days, gone, gone, gone… Uimahallinmaja is gone, the walls are gone, the stories carried on. Oh, those days, those crazy days, gone, gone, gone… Everything is changing, but the music carries on. Music carries on… music carries on… [Outro — repeating guitar loop] They tore the old place down, they tore the old place down… But I still hear the sound, I still hear the sound. Pätkä by the bedside, a ghost from long ago… “Of course it's none of my business…” And then he disappeared. Oh, those days… Oh, those days… Everything else is gone… everything else is gone… But the music… The music carries on. Carries on… carries on… carries on… [Fade]
