songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
born of a union of dust & wind
© Botanischer Garten, Berlin 2012 by Fritsch

I was raised by a tribe of Vegas cowboys / Who claim I was born of a union of dust and wind / And when I came of age / Well I sailed away a pinecone on the Rio Grande / Now I gotta crawl after you / Tell you who I am (M. Ward)

just another river flowin‘ into the sea
© Botanischer Garten, Berlin 2012 by Fritsch

I started out so high / And I just keep fallin‘ down / Part of me was lost for awhile / I had to go underground / Yeah I been down in the bottom / Where I could hardly see / But I left that place running / And now it’s lost to me / […]

melancholic overtones, they echo off the floor and walls
© Botanischer Garten, Berlin 2012 by Fritsch

Don’t sing that old sad hymn no more / It resonates inside my soul / It haunts me in my waking dream / I cannot bear to hear it / Don’t play those violins no more / Their melancholic overtones / They echo off the floor and walls / I cannot bear to hear them […]