songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
I sing some songs, have a friend who’s a photographer
© Hardenbergstr., Berlin, 2017, Florian Fritsch

I’m no builder, I’m no gardener / I sing some songs, have a friend who’s a photographer / There ain’t no other language I know how to speak / Some like their water shallow and I like mine deep / Tied to the bottom with a noose around my feet (The Black Crowes)

all the songs you were sure only the night could have sung
© Ratsstuben, Berlin, 2016, Florian Fritsch

Remember when you got here / How the bending willows hung / How your eyes stung from the mercury / And you found on your tongue / All the words to all the songs you were sure / Only the night could have sung (Magnolia Electric Co.)

while yet you are still burning inside my brain IV
© Mette Rasmussen, Berlin, 2017, Florian Fritsch

Then you came along / With your siren song / To tempt me to madness (Mette Rasmussen, poem by Billy Strayhorn)