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

the wind, moved like an echo, carrying their voices

© Sankt Pauli, Hamburg, 2017, Florian Fritsch

Well some day I hope to find / That land of funny wine / Where the coffee grows on the wide oak trees / And those sugar coated mountaints in the spring begin to melt to sweetest stream / Reached night, the starlight and the sea / Together form eternity / And the wind moves like an echo / As the world drops all to sleep (Mandolin Orange)


desert keeps forming underneath the black moon

© Bamberger Str., Berlin, 2017, Florian Fritsch

I am always one / Without a warning / Whole days reappear / Lift away / Past the gate / Desert keeps forming underneath the black moon (Wilco)


opened up my guitar case & all the songs were blue

© Gregory Alan Isakov, Berlin, 2017, Florian Fritsch

Swam across the Poncha, took a train to Cataloo / Opened up my guitar case and all the songs were blue / I haunted all the alleys / Lord, I drifted down the valleys / Honey, I’m just trying to find my way to you (Gregory Alan Isakov)


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