songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …

the past, she is haunted, the future is laced

Well you were a dancer, I was a rag / The song in my head, well was all that I had / Hope was a letter I never could send / Love was a country we couldn’t defend / And through the carnival we watch them go round and round / All we knew of home was just a sunset and some clowns (Gregory Alan Isakov)

posted: Juli 31, 2016
under: black & white, pictures
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4 Responses to “the past, she is haunted, the future is laced”

  1. Uwe sagt:

    Der Spaziergang: „Ein tugendhaftes, zutiefst biederes Wort, in der Kindheit an langeweilige Sonntage verfüttert. Dabei ist es ein Streunen. Ein Klettern und ein Raufen …! Den Göttern folgen, in ständiger Vorfreude auf den nächsten Schritt! Weiter! Voran!“ (A. Glumm)

  2. Phil Vaughn sagt:

    Some of the loneliest places I have ever experienced are in a city. Your photo brings it right back to my mind.

  3. Elaine- sagt:

    the sun must have been so bright that day, my dear… so where are the clowns? send in the clowns :)

  4. Francis J sagt:

    Big black cars are parked. And small ones too… But no way, what matters are these lonely people walking not knowing where they are exactly going…
    The same to us, my friend.
    Tomorrow I’ll take my car and will never come back because the world’s changing every minute. I listened yesterday that Australia is moving every year going north. One day this continent will find itself in the middle of the Pacific. Let’s go there, Florian!

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