songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
thinking ’bout this back road & where it will lead us to
© T., Berlin, 2015, Florian Fritsch

I’m heading north on some old and dusty gravel road / Heading to where the wind hit heavy on the shore line / I’m going to where the weather always suits my clothes / Heading down back road 49 (SongDogs)

here we go, here we go, black starts to shine
© Alexandrinenstr., Berlin, 2016, Florian Fritsch

I’m on that open road tonight / Cera Impala songs should save my live / And just like every night I’m creeping down that line / Woman got away on an overland bus / My name is carved right into dust / And just like every night I’m creeping down that line / And here [...]

with legs like stones I tried to get away & run
© Alexandrinenstr., Berlin, 2016, Florian Fritsch

Drivin’ through the streets I once knew / Some made me wanna fly, some made me dream of you / You can tell by the way I talk where I come from / And spend a thought on me when I’m long, long gone (SongDogs)