songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
songs on painted shadows, bleed on broken roads
© Sankt Pauli, Hamburg, 2015, Florian Fritsch

— · — — · — Songs on painted shadows / Bleed on broken roads / Paved from here to heaven / With anything but gold / And anything but simple / It always was your kind / From the straight and narrow running / Along the straightest line (Jeffrey Foucault) *** Only few days [...]

don’t that shining moon look pretty, baby
© Mathildenhöhe, Darmstadt 2014, Florian Fritsch

Lord, I tiptoed to the girl’s window, just to see how sweet she snored / Lord, I tiptoed to the girl’s window, just to see how sweet she snored / You know she make me feel like jumping, Lord, Lord, through the key hole in the door (Lightnin’ Hopkins) Unmade Beds // Fotografien von Florian [...]

the territory’s shape does change with the shadows of my moon
© Harvestehude, Hamburg, 2014, Florian Fritsch

A whisper to the morning light / Don’t take my night from me / Now or never is all I see / Time follows time / The rising does not have to rise / It’s already in Dana’s eyes / The rising does not have to rise / It’s all written in her eyes / [...]