songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
desert keeps forming underneath the black moon
© Bamberger Str., Berlin, 2017, Florian Fritsch

I am always one / Without a warning / Whole days reappear / Lift away / Past the gate / Desert keeps forming underneath the black moon (Wilco)

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 [...]