Let it be

Although sometimes we might deny.
So we see the world through frames.
Just as the world sees us through their frames.
Not always the true story.
Our influence on these limits, depends on many thing.
They aren’t always up to ourselves.
But we can “paint” the frames in our own colors.

 Top: Part of a mill at danish Samsø.
Bottom: A balcon in austrian Innsbruck.

How is it, we are here

D 31

How is it we are here, on this path we walk,
In this world of pointless fear, filled with empty talk,
Descending from the apes as scientist-priests all think,
Will they save us in the end, we’re trembling on the brink.

Men’s mighty mine-machines digging in the ground,
Stealing rare minerals where they can be found.
Concrete caves with iron doors, bury it again,
While a starving frightened world fills the sea with grain.

Her love is like a fire burning inside,
Her love is so much higher it can’t be denied,
She sends us her glory, it’s always been there,
Her love’s all around us, it’s there for you and me to share.

Men’s mighty mine-machines digging in the ground,
Stealing rare minerals where they can be found.
Concrete caves with iron doors, bury it again,
While a starving frightened world fills the sea with grain.

*Moody Blues*
How Is It (We Are Here)