Atlantic Back by Touchy Mob

… puh. and now i’m having a gin and blackcurrant juice and take a walk, slaloming the lanterns on the promenade.

there’s a story in the lyrics that might seem weird,  the photo above serves as proof. on the azore island of faial there is a huge ancient volcano crater, it’s forbidden to enter it in order to preserve the flora and fauna on it’s ground. i just saw some cows, climbing up the hill, lonely and slow, and then serpentining down into the crater, getting slower and slower, sitting down to die (similar to this elephant graveyard thing). and on the ground of this crater, seen from the southern in the low right corner something carved the letters DJ in perfectly neat bold arial letters into the grass. if you click the image there is larger version to check it out. schlaft gut freunde.