songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …

maybe I’ll go see Bonnie & not know what to say

© Sankt Pauli, Hamburg, 2017, Florian Fritsch

Well we made it through the snowstorm feelin’ lucky to be alive / So I stopped in for a coffee, Charly pissed on the great divide / We went through Arizona found a place to stay / Laid down but feelin’ hopeful ready for another day (Joe Purdy)


but home was a dream, one I’d never seen till you came along

© Killertalstr., Jungingen, 2017, Florian Fritsch

So girl, leave your boots by the bed we ain’t leaving this room / Till someone needs medical help or the magnolias bloom / It’s cold in this house and I ain’t going out to chop wood / So cover me up and know you’re enough to use me for good (Jason Isbell)


hope that the winds of change blow swift through our hearts

© Bergstr., Görlitz, 2017, Florian Fritsch

And I hope all this useless killing will stop / I hope that the hatred will slow / I hope there’s a calm come over the hand / Of the one’s who have anger to show / And I hope that the families displaced by war / Find a country so brave and so bold / To let down their guards and open their arms / To the one’s who have nowhere to go (Joe Purdy)


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