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 [...]

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 … Mary, my queen, your soft hulk is reviving / No, you’re not too late to desecrate, the servants are just rising … Well I’m just a lonely acrobat, the [...]