songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
if tomorrow wasn’t such a long time
© T., Darmstadt, 2016, Florian Fritsch

If today was not an endless highway / If tonight was not a crooked trail / If tomorrow wasn’t such a long time / Then lonesome would mean nothing to you at all (Bob Dylan as sung by Jeffrey Foucault)

don’t get up gentlemen, I’m only passing through
© Potsdamer Platz, Berlin, 2014, Florian Fritsch

People are crazy and times are strange / I’m locked in tight, I’m out of range / I used to care, but things have changed / I’ve been walking forty miles of bad road / If the Bible is right, the world will explode / I’ve been trying to get as far away from myself […]

it’s not dark yet, but it’s getting there
© Karneval der Kulturen; Berlin 2012 by Fritsch

I was born here and I’ll die here against my will / I know it looks like I’m moving, but I’m standing still / Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb / I can’t even remember what it was I came here to get away from / Don’t even hear a murmur […]