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joki.de Nature Photography 2021

landscape picture taken in South Germany with sun, water and forest
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