songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
some of us were built to roam
© Gneisenaustr., Berlin, 2014, Florian Fritsch

Watch out cause here I come / Bored and lazy / Yeah here I come just passin’ through / Oh follow me beyond the mountain / Go howl the ol’ big moon / Yeah strip them clothes right off your body / Dress your skin in sticks and stones / Doesn’t matter where were headed [...]

to be out of place, gorgeous & alone
© Gneisenaustr., Berlin, 2014, Florian Fritsch

This is what love is for / To be out of place / Gorgeous and alone / Face to face / With no larger problems / That need to be erased / Nothing more important / Than to know someone’s listening / Now, I know you’ll be listening (Wilco)

stepping on the platform, trying to see you through the rain
© Selbstportrait mit Lampe, Berlin 2014, Florian Fritsch

I taught myself to tolerate the pain / All the loneliness and boredom and the work I did in vain / All the work we did in vain, now I’m not the same as I was / I’ve done my tour of duty now I’ll try to do what a civilian does (Jason Isbell)