songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
suitcase full of clothes, washed up on the shore of memory
© Stille, Berlin, 2014, Florian Fritsch

If the walls in the room could talk / I wonder to myself, would they lie? / It’s like some kind of jail / Beams of light fall through the curtains onto the bed / I’m all alone now, I can do as I please / I don’t feel like doing much of anything (Ryan [...]

gotta bucket full of tears & a hard luck story
© Nebel, Thüringen, 2014, Florian Fritsch

— · — Well I was thinkin’ that I shoulda but I didn’t ever leave you but baby I’m leavin’ tonight / There’s a trucker drinkin’ coffee in the station who can give me a ride / Well I was thinking ’bout a headin’ down to Mobile, Alabama and that was just last Saturday night [...]

the ghost has got me running
© Trucking, Velten, 2014, Florian Fritsch

I got sixteen days / Fifteen of those are nights / Can’t sleep when the bed sheet fights / It’s way back to your side / The ghost has got me running / The ghost has got me running / Away from you, away from you, away from you (Whiskeytown)