Jambo! A Voyage To Africa - Under African Skies - 03
***** 5 Star Sim.
God we all need a trip, worth it!
Be Safe People & Stay The Fuck Home!
Filter: 1920 15%
WL: Region (set to 6:30am)
WLW : GA Cheirishville
EST ANG: .413
GAMMA: 1.16
SG.Size: .59
FOV: 155
FL: 50
HazHoz: 0.21
HazDen: 0.67
DensMult : 0.1700
DistMult: 30.3
MaxAlt: 711
Shd Res: 4.00
She Clarity: 9.77
Shd Bais: 0.000
Joseph’s face was black as night
The pale yellow moon shown in his eyes
His path was marked
By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere
And he walked his days
Under African Skies
This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain
In early memory
Mission music
Was ringing ‘round my nursery door
I said, “Take this child, Lord
From Tucson, Arizona
Give her the wings to fly through harmony
And she won’t bother you no more”
This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain
Joseph’s face was black as night
The pale yellow moon shown in his eyes
His path was marked
By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere
And he walked the length of his days
Under African Skies
-Paul Simon
Jambo! A Voyage To Africa - Under African Skies - 03
***** 5 Star Sim.
God we all need a trip, worth it!
Be Safe People & Stay The Fuck Home!
Filter: 1920 15%
WL: Region (set to 6:30am)
WLW : GA Cheirishville
EST ANG: .413
GAMMA: 1.16
SG.Size: .59
FOV: 155
FL: 50
HazHoz: 0.21
HazDen: 0.67
DensMult : 0.1700
DistMult: 30.3
MaxAlt: 711
Shd Res: 4.00
She Clarity: 9.77
Shd Bais: 0.000
Joseph’s face was black as night
The pale yellow moon shown in his eyes
His path was marked
By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere
And he walked his days
Under African Skies
This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain
In early memory
Mission music
Was ringing ‘round my nursery door
I said, “Take this child, Lord
From Tucson, Arizona
Give her the wings to fly through harmony
And she won’t bother you no more”
This is the story of how we begin to remember
This is the powerful pulsing of love in the vein
After the dream of falling and calling your name out
These are the roots of rhythm
And the roots of rhythm remain
Joseph’s face was black as night
The pale yellow moon shown in his eyes
His path was marked
By the stars in the Southern Hemisphere
And he walked the length of his days
Under African Skies
-Paul Simon