I got nothing, Ma, to live up to

I’d rather have the blues, I, documentation

Drawing details

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

I’d rather have the blues, I

I’d rather have the blues, II

Some of these days, we are going far away

And I’ll tell it and speak it and think it and breathe it

Darkness at the break of noon, documentation

Darkness at the break of noon

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

It’s hard to tell, it’s hard to tell

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

I get the blues for you baby, when I look up at the sun

Sometimes it gets so hard you see

Love, oh love, oh careless love

Where black is the color, where none is the number

Dear landlord, please heed these words that I speak

Death Letter Blues, documentation

Death Letter Blues

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

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 keep drinkin’ malted milk, tryin’ to drive my blues away

Way down in my heart there is an ache and pain

Next time I see you

Giorno per giorno

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

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

Took me way down to that red hot land

Put it right here (or keep it out there)

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

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

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

To the place where you got it

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

For you I have been absent in the spring

It’s a long, long lane that has no turning

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

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