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)

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 [...]