I got nothing, Ma, to live up to

I didn’t have a soul to throw my arms around

Drawing details

I’d rather have the blues, I, documentation

I’d rather have the blues, I

I’d rather have the blues, II

YOU and ME (Atemzüge eines Sommertags)

YOU and ME (Atemzüge eines Sommertags), installation view

I want to take a journey to the devil down below, III

Baby let me follow you down, I

Baby let me follow you down, II

Baby let me follow you down, III

Darkness at the break of noon

I want to take a journey to the devil down below, I

I want to take a journey to the devil down below, II

I want to take a journey to the devil down below, III

I woke up this morning with an awful aching head

I woke up this morning with an awful aching head, detail

I went to the crossroads

You’re gonna quit me, baby

Half my soul belongs to you

Sometimes it gets so hard you see

Love, oh love, oh careless love

Dear landlord, please heed these words that I speak

I saw the first fall of snow

Death Letter Blues, documentation

M’avresti consolato

Who among them do they think could bury you, I

Who among them do they think could bury you, II

Who among them do they think could bury you, III

For the trees to drop

For the trees to drop, performance with James Banner

Way down in my heart there is an ache and pain

Ain‘t no grave can hold my body down, I

Ain’t no grave can hold my body down, II

Next time I see you

Giorno per giorno

Took me way down to that red hot land

I ain’t got so many matches but I got so far to go

Put it right here (or keep it out there)

But where are you tonight, sweet Mary

Carrie Lee, Carrie Lee, I wonder where in the world you can be, I

And shine their emptiness down on my bed

Take it right back

Me and the devil, we’re walking side by side

Whatever gets you through the the night, it’s alright, it’s alright

But then, now again, not too many can be like you fortunately

When lilacs last in the dooryard bloomed

Hitting heavens high

Come and sit by my side, if you love me

But it breaks my heart to give it away

Rollin’ high and mighty traps

Moist stash, performance with Steve Whipple

There was a time when you let me know what’s really going on below

Oh me, oh my, I’m sittin’ and thinkin’ of the days gone by

For you I have been absent in the spring

Treiben

But my nerves were kicking

You keep yours and I hold on to mine

Promessus

Whatever you wish to keep you better grab it fast

Im Schlaf ohne Schlaf

Verstecke

Ruhelos