Kvarken
Kvarken (Swedish Kvarken or Norra Kvarken (as opposed to South Kvarken), Finnish Merenkurkku) is the narrow region in the Gulf of Bothnia separating the Bothnian Bay (the inner part of the gulf) from the Bothnian Sea. The distance from Swedish mainland to Finnish mainland is around 80 km while the distance between the outmost islands is only 25 km. The water depth in the Kvarken region is only around 25 meters. The region also has an unusual rate of land rising at about 1 cm a year.
On the Finnish side of Kvarken, there is a large archipelago, the Kvarken Archipelago, which includes the large islands Replot, Björkö and a large number of smaller islands. Most of it is belongs to the municipality of Korsholm. Most of the small islands are inhabited. The archipelago is smaller on the Swedish side of the region, and the islands have much steeper shores. The Kvarken region was historically important also, because mail was delivered across Kvarken when the sea was completely frozen from the Swedish to the Finnish coast. This mail route was used frequently during the period of Swedish rule.
Podcasts:
Kevorkian
by: Public EnemyStart a war on the poor gettin' mad donations
Takin' cheese out of poor nations
Got Haitians still on sugar plantations
Wiped 'em out called it exotic vacations
As you dig it they set up regulations
Turn the rest of the world into cancer patients
What's the difference no buts ands or ifs
Now I need a place to hide away
Are you ready, are you ready?
Who's the real docs of death
Oh no, it's doctor death
Killer man atomic B-Boys in Japan
Another brother dies up in Sudan
Kevorkian got the heads lookin' for that kill 'em
Dead from the feds shit man
Contaminated in sad predicaments
Blood threats, blastin' continents
Kings, queens dead presidents
Can't tell me where my chiza went
Take 'em down blow the house down blaw
The evils got you wobblin' like weebles
Thinking you equal, killin' lost people's
No sequel remember Biko
Who's the real docs of death
Oh no, it's doctor death
Whose the real docs of death
Killin' millions 'til they're last breath
Got no right to be dead ass wrong
Killin' me softly with your songs
Bring the noise but surrounded by cowboys
Indigenous but wiped out diggin' new ditches
Can you dig it turnin' tricks at the tip of politics?
The devils slick, gettin' their head split
I spit at those hypocrites
So, I sticks to the music
Think about it it's God
You better get with the scene
Keep you and I from being human beings
You deserve what you deserve
If you believe what he believes
And into everything you leave
Oh what a tangled web you weave
When destroyed by the disease by 33 degrees