songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
still, somehow, those ditches took the better part of me
© Richtung Berlin, Hessen, 2014, Florian Fritsch

From the sky the highway’s straight as it could be / A string pulled tight from home to Tennessee / Still, somehow, those ditches took the better part of me / From the sky, the highway’s straight as it could be / Take my hand baby, we’re over land / I know flying over water [...]

been fighting second gear, for fifteen miles or so
© A115, Berlin, 2014, Florian Fritsch

Pain in the outside lane, I’m tired of answering to myself / Heart like a rebuilt part, I don’t know how much it’s got left / How much it’s got left / I’ve grown tired of traveling alone / Tired of traveling alone / I’ve grown tired of traveling alone / Won’t you ride with [...]

truth leads us down strange roads, each one different I suppose
© Wiesenweg, Berlin, 2014, Florian Fritsch

Don’t have what it takes to stay in one place / But I might have what it takes to make myself home / Not sure at any time where I will be found / Not sure you’d want to go there alone (Willard Grant Conspiracy)