songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
we would cut the lights, race the moon right over the trees
© Bamberger Str., Berlin, 2017, Florian Fritsch

Once we drove all night / Wind in our hair, blood in our cheeks / We would cut the lights / Race the moon right over the trees / Drink the bottle dry / Watch the sun rise out of the sea (Caitlin Canty)

the morning bird choir & the sounds of coffee boiling on the pot
© Bamberger Str., Berlin, 2017, Florian Fritsch

Silence is golden some may say, some may say / I say silence is an aimless time to kill / It’s a restless feeling pounding on my brain both night and day / And these old wheels of mine spin louder as it builds (Mandolin Orange)

every day that comes along has a silver medal on
© Sankt Pauli, Hamburg, 2015, Florian Fritsch

Nothing soars like falcons it’s all paper planes / Nothing stings like thistles and nothing floods like rain / Nothing roars like fire when you’re standing on your own / No shelter from the coming storm will ever feel like home (Darlingside & Caitlin Canty)