songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
no other language I know how to speak
© Willy-Brandt-Haus, Berlin, 2015, Florian Fritsch

I’m no builder, I’m no gardener / I sing some songs, have a friend who’s a photographer / There ain’t no other language I know how to speak / Some like their water shallow and I like mine deep (Black Crowes)

wouldn’t even care if she didn’t wear nylon hose
© Willy-Brandt-Haus, Berlin, 2015, Florian Fritsch

And she don’t have to wave her hair / Or dress in fancy clothes / I wouldn’t even care if she didn’t wear nylon hose, oh no / I want a little girl, call my own / She must be someone who’s all alone / Just a little girl to fall in love with me [...]

when the sun set this evening I was standing in the same old place
© Willy-Brandt-Haus, Berlin, 2015, Florian Fritsch

When the sun set this evening I was standing in the same old place / When the sun set this evening I was standing in the same old place / I felt so much the better after seeing my baby’s smilin face / Wish I had a heaven, a heaven of my own / Well [...]