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

drink for something when I’m nothing & for nothing when it’s gone

© Randers, Dänemark, 2015, Florian Fritsch

I drink for something when I’m nothing / I drink for nothing when it’s gone / And I feed the clouds, they are my shadow / ‘Cause I have raised the cubs my self alone / Now there is somethin’ in the wild / Here is my weather of a killing kind (The Tallest Man On Earth)

was told to go where the wind would blow & it blows away

© Sankt Pauli, Hamburg, 2015, Florian Fritsch

Well, my eyes are full of stars / But I just can’t reach ‘em… oh, how high they are / I got to believe what I’m seeing – ooh, maybe it could come true / But in a modern world that can be so hard to do / I feel so homesick / Where’s my home / Where I belong / Where I was born / I was told to go / Where the wind would blow / And it blows away – away (Alabama Shakes)

some call me gone, some call me here

© Tiergarten, Berlin, 2015, Florian Fritsch

Some call me gone / Some call me here / None’re wrong / None’re near / I am right now / I am back then / I will return / Don’t ask me when (Joe Pug)

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