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

well I’m just a lonely acrobat, the live wire is my trade

© Circus, Fischland, 2013, Florian Fritsch

Mary Queen of Arkansas, it’s not too early for dreamin’ / The sky is grown with cloud seed sown and a bastard’s love can be redeeming …

© Circus, Fischland, 2013, Florian Fritsch

Mary, my queen, your soft hulk is reviving / No, you’re not too late to desecrate, the servants are just rising …

© Circus, Fischland, 2013, Florian Fritsch

Well I’m just a lonely acrobat, the live wire is my trade / I’ve been a shine boy for your acid brat and a wharf rat of your state …

© Circus, Fischland, 2013, Florian Fritsch

Mary, my queen, your blows for freedom are missing / You’re not man enough for me to hate or woman enough for kissing …

© Circus, Fischland, 2013, Florian Fritsch

The big top is for dreamers, we can take the circus all the way to the border / And the gallows wait for martyrs whose papers are in order …

© Circus, Fischland, 2013, Florian Fritsch

But I was not born to live to die and you were not born for queenin’ / It’s not too late to infiltrate, the servants are just leavin’ …

© Circus, Fischland, 2013, Florian Fritsch

Mary queen of Arkansas, your white skin is deceivin’ / You wake and wait to lie in bait and you almost got me believin’ …

© Circus, Fischland, 2013, Florian Fritsch

But on your bed Mary I can see the shadow of a noose …

© Circus, Fischland, 2013, Florian Fritsch

I don’t understand how you can hold me so tight and love me so damn loose …

© Circus, Fischland, 2013, Florian Fritsch

But I know a place where we can go Mary …

© Circus, Fischland, 2013, Florian Fritsch

Where I can get a good job and start all over again clean …

© Circus, Fischland, 2013, Florian Fritsch

I got contacts deep in Mexico where the servants have been seen (Bruce Springsteen)

Here’s a little story from last summer because I’m on the road for a couple of days. Need a new horizon. Need sleep. Need a new wind to blow my mind. See you soon, folks.

All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.


still, somehow, those ditches took the better part of me

© Richtung Berlin, Hessen, 2014, Florian Fritsch

From the sky the highway’s straight as it could be / A string pulled tight from home to Tennessee / Still, somehow, those ditches took the better part of me / From the sky, the highway’s straight as it could be / Take my hand baby, we’re over land / I know flying over water makes you cry / Been in the sky so long, seems like the long way home / But I can’t for the life of me say why / Did we leave our love behind (Jason Isbell)


some of us were built to roam

© Gneisenaustr., Berlin, 2014, Florian Fritsch

Watch out cause here I come / Bored and lazy / Yeah here I come just passin’ through / Oh follow me beyond the mountain / Go howl the ol’ big moon / Yeah strip them clothes right off your body / Dress your skin in sticks and stones / Doesn’t matter where were headed cause / Some of us were built / Some of us were built / Some of us were built to roam (Shakey Graves)


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