songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
nothing much left in the tank, somehow this thing still drives
© Universitätsstr., Zürich, 2015, Florian Fritsch

Driving through the streets tonight / It’s hot, I’ve got the windows down / I wish I could call you, I wish you were still around / Nothing much left in the tank / Somehow this thing still drives / Think I forgot what it needed but somehow still survive / And all the walls [...]

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 [...]