songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
so I will roll & I will suffer, curse the soil & curse the stones
© Torpedo Junior, Friedrichskoog-Spitze, 2014, Florian Fritsch

Pourin’ liquor on the stone / That marks my lost and gone / Well I will whimper and wail / And sing her funeral song / Well she said kiss me / And lord I listened / But I haven’t gone back since / I curse the mind for building proper fence (Shakey Graves)

see what’s around the bend, there ain’t nothin’ but time to spend

Give me a van or a passenger train, I’ll cross the ocean in a big airplane / In any style, I’m making miles just the same / Yes I gotta see what’s around the bend, there ain’t nothin’ but time to spend / Soon as I’m gone, it won’t take long till I’m back again [...]

the waves & the wind & night is black

Tonight, we’re the sea and the rhythm there / The waves and the wind and night is black / Tonight we’re the scent of your long black hair / Spread out like your breath across my back / Your hands they move like waves over me / Beneath the moon, tonight, we’re the sea (Iron [...]