The Travelling Stone

you smell the flavour of the meadow green
you know thats the greatest thing that you’ve ever seen you’re strolling with your old boots through the dry dirt like a pilgrimage in the desert- better than a hot flirt!

the doors are open you can do what you like get to the frontrow until you reach the mic you’ve got the whole world to your feet feeling like a junkie with his bags full of weed

this is the place we are happy to be
this is the place where we all feel free
this is the place we don’t want to leave
come on, get here, spend a little time with me

 

Mehr über The Travelling Stone

Foto: Nina Mellinghoff