songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
across this pretty lonesome town
© Berliner Straße, Berlin, 2015, Florian Fritsch

Tired of taking solo walks / Across this pretty lonesome town / And always ending up so fucked / Every time that we go out (Rivulets)

no one lives in these cities, no one but sleep
© Randers, Dänemark, 2015, Florian Fritsch

The silence of a language / Sounds like the speech of a sister / No one lives in these cities / No one but sleep (Andreas Spechtl)

before all the days are gone & darker walls are bent and torn
© Kopenhagen, Dänemark, 2015, Florian Fritsch

Rivers that run anywhere / Are in my hand and just up the stair / Past the eyes of those who care / Who can never be / Alone (Jackson C. Frank)