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

smeared like a sunset with nothing left to loose

© Selbstportrait mit Hut, Berlin, 2015, Florian Fritsch

Some days fall in numbers one by one / Some days I’m caught between the twilight and the dawn / I think I did run out of luck without you / Smeared like a sunset with nothing left to loose / Here I am, here I drink and here I’ll be gone / Singing swing low, swing low and carry me home (Florian Fritsch)


thinking ’bout this back road & where it will lead us to

© T., Berlin, 2015, Florian Fritsch

I’m heading north on some old and dusty gravel road / Heading to where the wind hit heavy on the shore line / I’m going to where the weather always suits my clothes / Heading down back road 49 (SongDogs)


here we go, here we go, black starts to shine

© Alexandrinenstr., Berlin, 2016, Florian Fritsch

I’m on that open road tonight / Cera Impala songs should save my live / And just like every night I’m creeping down that line / Woman got away on an overland bus / My name is carved right into dust / And just like every night I’m creeping down that line / And here I go way back down again / And every day brings some newer pain / Here we go, here we go, black starts to shine (SongDogs)


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