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

never seen a night so long when time goes crawling by

© Friedrichskoog-Spitze, Schleswig-Holstein, 2014, Florian Fritsch

Hear that lonesome whippoorwill / He sounds too blue to fly / The midnight train is whining low / I’m so lonesome I could cry / I’ve never seen a night so long / When time goes crawling by / The moon just went behind the clouds / To hide its face and cry (Hank Williams)


so I will roll & I will suffer, curse the soil & curse the stones

© Torpedo Junior, Friedrichskoog-Spitze, 2014, Florian Fritsch

Pourin’ liquor on the stone / That marks my lost and gone / Well I will whimper and wail / And sing her funeral song / Well she said kiss me / And lord I listened / But I haven’t gone back since / I curse the mind for building proper fence (Shakey Graves)


well I’m just a lonely acrobat, the live wire is my trade

© Circus, Fischland, 2013, Florian Fritsch

Mary Queen of Arkansas, it’s not too early for dreamin’ / The sky is grown with cloud seed sown and a bastard’s love can be redeeming …

© Circus, Fischland, 2013, Florian Fritsch

Mary, my queen, your soft hulk is reviving / No, you’re not too late to desecrate, the servants are just rising …

© Circus, Fischland, 2013, Florian Fritsch

Well I’m just a lonely acrobat, the live wire is my trade / I’ve been a shine boy for your acid brat and a wharf rat of your state …

© Circus, Fischland, 2013, Florian Fritsch

Mary, my queen, your blows for freedom are missing / You’re not man enough for me to hate or woman enough for kissing …

© Circus, Fischland, 2013, Florian Fritsch

The big top is for dreamers, we can take the circus all the way to the border / And the gallows wait for martyrs whose papers are in order …

© Circus, Fischland, 2013, Florian Fritsch

But I was not born to live to die and you were not born for queenin’ / It’s not too late to infiltrate, the servants are just leavin’ …

© Circus, Fischland, 2013, Florian Fritsch

Mary queen of Arkansas, your white skin is deceivin’ / You wake and wait to lie in bait and you almost got me believin’ …

© Circus, Fischland, 2013, Florian Fritsch

But on your bed Mary I can see the shadow of a noose …

© Circus, Fischland, 2013, Florian Fritsch

I don’t understand how you can hold me so tight and love me so damn loose …

© Circus, Fischland, 2013, Florian Fritsch

But I know a place where we can go Mary …

© Circus, Fischland, 2013, Florian Fritsch

Where I can get a good job and start all over again clean …

© Circus, Fischland, 2013, Florian Fritsch

I got contacts deep in Mexico where the servants have been seen (Bruce Springsteen)

Here’s a little story from last summer because I’m on the road for a couple of days. Need a new horizon. Need sleep. Need a new wind to blow my mind. See you soon, folks.

All the best & safe travels, Fritsch.


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