songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
our night riding, midnight gliding, morning dancing
© Falckensteinstr., Berlin, 2017 Florian Fritsch

But babe I’ll be back when the sun starts to seep through the leaves / When I can sing you a song as you sing along on these magic Berlin streets / With our night riding / Midnight gliding / Morning dancing / Pavement prancing / You know oh you know / You know I’ll [...]

but her mind would travel multitudes your eye could not conceive
© Wriezener Str., Berlin, 2017, Florian Fritsch

When the night sky is your only friend / When you’re tired of playing pretend / When the ground under your feet / Feels like no more than a dream / And you’re in over your head / And your instincts are not fed / Well, you’re not free / You don’t feel free (Alice Phoebe [...]

the wind, moved like an echo, carrying their voices
© Sankt Pauli, Hamburg, 2017, Florian Fritsch

Well some day I hope to find / That land of funny wine / Where the coffee grows on the wide oak trees / And those sugar coated mountaints in the spring begin to melt to sweetest stream / Reached night, the starlight and the sea / Together form eternity / And the wind moves [...]