songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
if tomorrow wasn’t such a long time

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

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 […]