songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
’til man & land are both the same
© Strandweg, Friedrichskkog-Spitze, 2014, Florian Fritsch

Here, he never touched you / Inside this house he never called your name / So stay where I can see you, girl / We both know the outside world / Has changed and it will never be the same / My hands, they are wicked / My head and my heart are wicked, too [...]

ain’t movin’
© Büsum, Schleswig-Holstein, 2014, Florian Fritsch

You can test me all you want / I ain’t changin’ / And you can taunt me all you like / But I ain’t sayin’ / You can push me all you dare / I ain’t movin’ / And you can please me all you need / But I ain’t decidin’ (Micah P. Hinson)

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)