songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
to the ghosts dancing in the breeze blowing through my mind
© Teilestr., Berlin, 2014, Florian Fritsch

Sunlight in the weeds, I wish that I was blind / To the ghosts dancing in the breeze blowing through my mind / Got a Corvair in my yard / It hasn’t run in fifteen years / It’s a home for the birds now / It’s no longer a car (Jim White)

me, I’m handcuffed to a fence in Mississippi
© Büro, Berlin, 2013, Florian Fritsch

You know freedom’s just a stupid superstition / ’cause life’s a highway that you travel blind / It’s true that having fun’s a terminal addiction / What good is happiness, when it’s just a state of mind? / For in the prison of perpetual emotion / We’re all shackled to the millstone of our dreams [...]

been busy killing time counting bullet holes in state line signs

I say “God, if you ain’t smiling on me, then you ain’t no friend of mine.” / It’s late at night and this motel room’s drunk, I been listening to the lonesome wind crying / My best friend once said, “Jim, what you cling to, that’s the thing that you had best forget / For [...]