songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
with a number for my name & a rope to haunt my dreams
© Potsdamer Str., Berlin, 2017, Florian Fritsch

I’m just a lonesome ol’ rounder / Darkness grows, and then it’s gone / And at the end of this lonely road / Those deeds you’ve done they say you’ll never go home / Some folks are guided by the love they share / But darkness called and left me unaware (Mandolin Orange)

swear by the size of that moon that the sky will sink tonight
© Potsdamer Str., Berlin, 2017, Florian Fritsch

The sky was full with a gray winter light / And each freezing degree made its target that night / And the pulse of the snow was the pulse of twighlight / The pulse of the snow was the pulse of diamonds / And you wear it in your hair like a constellation / And [...]

bet this mighty river’s both my savior & my sin
© Potsdamer Str., Berlin, 2017, Florian Fritsch

And now spikes will keep on falling from the heavens to the floor / The future was our skin and now we don’t dream anymore / No, we don’t dream anymore / Like a house made from spider webs and the clouds rolling in / I bet this mighty river’s both my savior and my [...]