songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
with a number for my name & a rope to haunt my dreams
© Potsdamer Str., Berlin, 2017, Florian Fritsch

I’m just a lonesome ol’ rounder / Darkness grows, and then it’s gone / And at the end of this lonely road / Those deeds you’ve done they say you’ll never go home / Some folks are guided by the love they share / But darkness called and left me unaware (Mandolin Orange)

we would cut the lights, race the moon right over the trees
© Bamberger Str., Berlin, 2017, Florian Fritsch

Once we drove all night / Wind in our hair, blood in our cheeks / We would cut the lights / Race the moon right over the trees / Drink the bottle dry / Watch the sun rise out of the sea (Caitlin Canty)

the morning bird choir & the sounds of coffee boiling on the pot
© Bamberger Str., Berlin, 2017, Florian Fritsch

Silence is golden some may say, some may say / I say silence is an aimless time to kill / It’s a restless feeling pounding on my brain both night and day / And these old wheels of mine spin louder as it builds (Mandolin Orange)