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

the ghosts that I got scared & I got high with look a little lost

© Royal International, Leipzig, 2014, Florian Fritsch

And the story’s only mine to live and die with / The answer’s only mine to come across / But the ghosts that I got scared and I got high with / Look a little lost / Ten years ago I might have thought I didn’t have the right / To say the things an outlaw wouldn’t say / But those were different days / Those were different days (Jason Isbell)


these lights in our street are ours & tonight the street are ours

© Rosa-Luxemburg-Str., Berlin, 2014, Florian Fritsch

Do you know how to kill loneliness at last / Oh there’s so much there to heal dear and make tears things of the past / But do you know that tonight the street are ours / Tonight the street are ours / And these lights in our street are ours / And tonight the street are ours / And these lights in our hearts they tell no lies (Richard Hawley)


that man that she was looking for was only twenty streets away

© Too Slow to Disco, Berlin, 2014, Florian Fritsch

There was a lonely girl from nowhere / With a smile all sweet with pain / And she never stopped to wonder / If she’d see him again / It was a private conversation / No one heard her say / That man that she was looking for / Was only twenty streets away (Lyle Lovett)


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