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

my hands they were strangers lost in the night

© Alexandrinenstr., Berlin, 2016, Florian Fritsch

My hands they were strangers lost in the night / They’re waving around in the dusty light / I’m waiting in the wings while the trees undress / Cupping my ear to hear the wind confess / I’m a ghost in the garden / Scaring the crows / If it weren’t for second chances, we’d all be alone (Gregory Alan Isakov)


she’s a pilgrim living on the modern time

© Alexandrinenstr., Berlin, 2016, Florian Fritsch

Me, I’m sailin’ on to that savior / She’s a pilgrim living on the modern time / And ever since I found her magic / Now every car or cloud that passes is a sign  (Gregory Alan Isakov)


carried it around like a growing weight

© Teufelsberg, Berlin, 2016, Florian Fritsch

He broke down crying about what he’d done to us / Said he carried it around like a growing weight / He had a tattoo on his hand that read “I stole more than I ever gave” / He was drunk in the morning, left us his watch, some drink-tokes and then walked off the job and drifted away / Don’t ride him down, don’t ride him down / Never seen the reason why to kick someone who’s so torn up inside (Richmond Fontaine)


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