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

and a freight train running through the middle of my head
© Schöneberg, Berlin, 2014, Florian Fritsch

Hey little girl, is your daddy home? / Did he go away and leave you all alone? / Mmm, I got a bad desire / Oh, Oh, Oh I’m on fire / Tell me now baby, is he good to you? / Can he do to you the things that I do? / I can [...]