Ten thousand miles in the mouth of a graveyard
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
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
Dear landlord, please heed these words that I speak
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
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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Ruhelos