songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
every night of my youth on the floor
© Recording, Berlin 2008 by Fritsch

And tell her I spent every night of my youth on the floor / Bleeding out from all these wounds / I would’ve gotten her a ride out of that town she despised / You tell that to Janey, if she writes (The Gaslight Anthem)

roll through it, you head home
© Berlin Tempelhof Airport, Berlin 2010 by Fritsch

So you’re a trucker / Hard driver / Mr king of the road / Feelin‘ lonely / Drinkin‘ coffee / She had only ever known / Drove a lot today / Was it yesterday? / Just a memory you know / You can’t dilute it / Or see to it / Roll through it / […]

and never let the fire grow cold
© Osterwarf, Norden 2010 by Fritsch

When frost turns to flowers and they all start to bloom / And there’s nothing left to hold / Tip one back and sing me a tune / And never let the fire grow cold (William Elliott Whitmore)