songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
trying to leave something behind
© Sankt Pauli, Hamburg, 2017, Florian Fritsch

This whole world is a foreign land / We swallow the moon, but we do not know our own hand / We’re running with the case, but we ain’t got the gold / And we are trying to leave something behind (Sean Rowe)

if I blew up my own bridges would I only hurt myself
© Landungsbrücken, Hamburg, 2017, Florian Fritsch

Did you wake up to the thunder of the dead streets down below? / Did you hear the wind a-howlin’ through some demon radio? / Oh no, I know it’s so hard to go (Alejandro Escovedo)

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)