songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
but I swear, the land it listened to the stories that we told

And here we sit / Singing words nobody taught us / Drinking fire and spitting sawdust / Trying to teach ourselves to breathe / We haven’t yet / But every chorus brings us closer / Every flyer and every poster / Gives a piece of what we need / And the sand that they call […]

so long ago I left it in the dust

So long ago I left it in the dust / Well I was so young and dumb / Ran far away but I have to admit / Sometimes I miss where I’m from (Eels)

overlook everything if you can overlook everything