songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …

I could be where you are near & just forget where I am lost

© Neue Nationalgalerie, Berlin, 2014, Florian Fritsch

If just that weather-beatin’ plane was here / Haven’t seen it since I came / Can only wonder if it’s near or in the skies / When this damn city sounds the same / And sometimes I’m just a tangle in this trampled wheat / Shirk a-like a losing dog / If just tonight that I could be where you are near / And just forget where I am lost (The Tallest Man On Earth)

moan like the autumn wind high in the lonesome tree-tops

© Christian Lillinger, Berlin, 2015, Florian Fritsch

Drum on your drums, batter on your banjoes / Sob on the long cool winding saxophones / Go to it, O jazzmen (Rolf Kühn Unit, poem by Carl Sandburg)

the serenade of a man that plays a blue guitar

© Ronny Graupe, Berlin, 2015, Florian Fritsch

The man bent over his guitar / A shearsman of sort. The day was green / They said “You have a blue guitar, / You do not play things as they are” / The man replied, “Things as they are / Are changed upon the blue guitar.” (Rolf Kühn Unit, poem by Wallace Stevens)

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