songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
ain’t goin’ to heaven nohow, crowd up there’s too slow
© Conny Bauer, Berlin, 2016, Florian Fritsch

Thick bass notes from a moon faced drum / Saxophones moan, banjo strings hum / High thin notes from the cornet’s throat / Trombone snorting, bass horn snorting / Short tan notes from the piano / And the short tan notes from the piano (Conny Bauer, poem by Frank Marshall Davies)

you’re still & you’re bright & you’re quiet in the heart of it
© Sensburger Allee, Berlin, 2016, Florian Fritsch

And I’ve tried to run / My little miles / Stumble over my sin / You’ll never find me out / It’s been just one dream / We’re living in / But you’re still and you’re bright and you’re quiet / In the heart of it (Gregory Alan Isakov)

the waste of precious days & it’s finding truth in your own ways
© Bodensee, Schweiz, 2016, Florian Fritsch

It’s the waste of precious days / And it’s finding truth in your own ways / It’s the heart that struggles and chokes / Down all the things it will never know / It’s hard, sometimes, I know, just keep hope that it will all pass in a year / Just keep hope that it [...]