songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
maybe I ought to go to just where I don’t know
© Güntzelstr., Berlin, 2015, Florian Fritsch

And I’ve been talking about love just talking / And it seems like I don’t get nowhere / So maybe I ought to go / To just where I don’t know / But it looks to be / Other than here (Jeffrey Foucault)

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 [...]

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 [...]