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

girls in their summer clothes, in the cool of the evening light
© Gneisenaustr., Berlin, 2014, Florian Fritsch

She went away, she cut me like a knife / Hello beautiful thing, maybe you could save my life / In just a glance, down here on magic street / Loves a fool’s dance and I ain’t got much sense, but I still got my feet / The girls in their summer clothes / In […]