The Fields Are Yellow With Dandelions

The Fields are Yellow with Dandelions

 

The fields are yellow with dandelions

Billions and billions of blooming blossoms

When we imagined

That one of them tried to be special

Baby, did we laugh, or did we cry?

Tomorrow they ‘ll all be mowed

 

The planet is teeming with humans

All on their hind legs, reaching for stars

When sun and moon imagine

That one of them tries to be special

Do they laugh, or do they cry?

It’s running high, babe, it’s running low

 

The space is never-ending nothingness

Speckled with suns and souls

If Mara and the Holy Spirit

Imagined – or maybe Sarasvati

That some believe in a tomorrow

And they believe in an end

They’d definitely have a good laugh

O baby, o baby, my o my

 

The fields are yellow with dandelions

Billions and billions of blooming blossoms

When we imagined

That one of them tried to be special

Baby, did we laugh, or did we cry?

Tomorrow we ‘ll all be mowed

 

No, I know something better:

Tomorow, we’ll all reload.

 

Musik Martina Linn

Text Tim Krohn

Gesang: Martina Linn und Tim Krohn

Gitarre, Keyboards: Tim Krohn

Kontrabass, Mundharmonika: Anna Trauffer

Aufnahmen und Mix: Philipp Schaufelberger

Mastering: André Pousaz

Aufgenommen im Frühling 2024