songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
so I will roll & I will suffer, curse the soil & curse the stones
© Torpedo Junior, Friedrichskoog-Spitze, 2014, Florian Fritsch

Pourin’ liquor on the stone / That marks my lost and gone / Well I will whimper and wail / And sing her funeral song / Well she said kiss me / And lord I listened / But I haven’t gone back since / I curse the mind for building proper fence (Shakey Graves)

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 … Mary, my queen, your soft hulk is reviving / No, you’re not too late to desecrate, the servants are just rising … Well I’m just a lonely acrobat, the [...]

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 [...]