songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
the runway lies ahead like a great false dawn
© Autoscooter, Germendorf 2011 by Fritsch

The runway lies ahead like a great false dawn / Fat lady, big mama, Missy Bimbo sits in her chair and yawns / And the man-beast lies in his cage sniffin‘ popcorn / As the midget licks his fingers and suffers Missy Bimbo’s scorn / Circus town’s been born (Bruce Springsteen)

invisible city XVI
© Leibnizstr., Berlin 2011 by Fritsch

I can’t pick them out, I can’t put them in this saddle bag / Some things you have to lose along the way / Times are hard, I’ll only pick them out, wish I was going back / Times are good, you’ll be glad you ran away (Tindersticks) Head over folks it’s public space days […]

the wind blew the echoes of long-faded voices
© Schachspiel, Wolfsburg 2011 by Fritsch

And the wind blew the echoes of long-faded voices / And they’d sing me a song that the old cowboys sang / And I didn’t know what the words meant or anything / I was just singing because I was supposed to (Lyle Lovett)