songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
some of us were built to roam
© Gneisenaustr., Berlin, 2014, Florian Fritsch

Watch out cause here I come / Bored and lazy / Yeah here I come just passin’ through / Oh follow me beyond the mountain / Go howl the ol’ big moon / Yeah strip them clothes right off your body / Dress your skin in sticks and stones / Doesn’t matter where were headed [...]

to be out of place, gorgeous & alone
© Gneisenaustr., Berlin, 2014, Florian Fritsch

This is what love is for / To be out of place / Gorgeous and alone / Face to face / With no larger problems / That need to be erased / Nothing more important / Than to know someone’s listening / Now, I know you’ll be listening (Wilco)

ain’t lookin’ back until I’m gone right through heaven’s gates
© Spree, Berlin, 2014, Florian Fritsch

Man, I think I’m gonna buy myself a Rolls maybe a Chevrolet / One where I can pull that top down just let my radio play / Now I’m headin’ out on that highway I’m goin’ right out of state / Now I ain’t lookin’ back until I’m gone right through heaven’s gates (The Wallflowers)