songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
nothing much left in the tank, somehow this thing still drives
© Universitätsstr., Zürich, 2015, Florian Fritsch

Driving through the streets tonight / It’s hot, I’ve got the windows down / I wish I could call you, I wish you were still around / Nothing much left in the tank / Somehow this thing still drives / Think I forgot what it needed but somehow still survive / And all the walls [...]

my man rocks me with one steady roll
© Badenscher Hof, Berlin, 2015, Florian Fritsch

My man rocks me with one steady roll / There’s no slippin when he wants take hold / I looked at the clock and the clock struck ten / I said, glory, Amen / He kept rockin’ with one steady roll (Trixie Smith)

whisper beautiful secrets into the drainpipes at night
© Badenscher Hof, Berlin, 2015, Florian Fritsch

For soon the morning sun will rise / And this little town will open up its eyes / And return from the land where I’ve never been / From a Sleepy-town, that’s free / From all that rainy-rainy-rain falls down / The cool rainy-rain upon my head / Make the river overflow it’s banks / [...]