Saxofonist

Afield, there lies a hollow beneath a hill, and all the burrows lead to this hole. Once upon a time, a horse stumbled over this hill and fell into the hole. This is why moles build their hills! For every creature that falls into the hole, the moles are singing a song. From all these songs, an onion grows, and the hole is filled with a deep and heartfelt scent. Let us sing, dig, and leap—tumble and stumble along. Long are the tunnels, and hard is the calling.

Saxofonist

Jakob Mygind

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Apr 24, 2026

MARIUS MAGISKE CIRKUS - NICHT KAPUTT! #12 - MOLE SONGS · Center for Dansk Jazzhistorie

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