Chronicles
This is a gallery with all pictures posted in 2021.
Outdoors and landscape Photography by Jochen Kilian.
- We know not the fire in which we burn
- Everyone was lighting up in the shadows alone
- Your molten bodies, blanket of cinders (1/4)
- Your molten bodies, blanket of cinders (2/4)
- Your molten bodies, blanket of cinders (3/4)
- Your molten bodies, blanket of cinders (4/4)
- Oh it’s got me running and I just can’t brake
- I’ve been around for a long, long years
- So close, no matter how far
- Now, the signals we send, are deflected again
- Trapped in a prism, in a prism of light
- There’s too much confusion I can’t get no relief
- We’ll go walking out while others shout of war’s disaster
- You got the touch so gentle and sweet
- We’ve done it all before and now we’re back to get some more
- Time keeps on slippin’, slippin’, slippin’
- Such scenes for things that I regret
- Sunday morning is everyday, for all I care
- Now springtime only reminds me of Tracy’s tears
- I guess I keep on rambling
- It’s hard to believe that I’m all alone
- And I scream from the top of my lungs
- Gold and silver blind the eye, temporary riches lie
- Folks say Papa never was much on thinking
- You set your mind on moving along
- We, we will not be moved by it
- You feel you sent them onto ground
- Better hurry ‘Cause I’m leaving soon
- They never fall, they can never run dry
- If heaven falls, I’m coming too
- Come in all you jesters, enter all you fools (1/7)
- Come in all you jesters, enter all you fools (2/7)
- Come in all you jesters, enter all you fools (3/7)
- Come in all you jesters, enter all you fools (4/7)
- Come in all you jesters, enter all you fools (5/7)
- Come in all you jesters, enter all you fools (6/7)
- Come in all you jesters, enter all you fools (7/7)
- I think that’s well understood
- You make me happy when skies are gray
- Love love love, we’re trigger hippies, yeah