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

nights as I sleep, I hear that whistle whining
© Unmade beds, Berlin, 2015, Florian Fritsch

She just said, “Joe, I gotta go / We had it once, we ain’t got it anymore” / She packed her bags, left me behind / She bought a ticket on the Central Line / Nights as I sleep, I hear that whistle whining / I feel her kiss in the misty rain / And [...]

well I’m just a lonely acrobat, the live wire is my trade
© Circus, Fischland, 2013, Florian Fritsch

Mary Queen of Arkansas, it’s not too early for dreamin’ / The sky is grown with cloud seed sown and a bastard’s love can be redeeming … Mary, my queen, your soft hulk is reviving / No, you’re not too late to desecrate, the servants are just rising … Well I’m just a lonely acrobat, the [...]