songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
if I listen while no one answers the winds can only echo a goodbye

Painting nightlight in searching questions / Cannot catch the shadow that is me / Running naked and unmentioned / Through the death of a saltless sea / No one knows me in the morning / No one sees me go walking by / And if I listen while no one answers / The winds can […]

but I could hear the ghosts singing on the other side

I left this town with the throttle open wide / The heater was blowing but nothing inside / Could ember the darkness or swallow my pride / When I left this town I was running (Jeffrey Foucault)

all them things that seemed so important vanished right into the air

But I remember us riding in my brother’s car / Her body tan and wet down at the reservoir / At night on them banks I’d lie awake / And pull her close just to feel each breath she’d take / Now those memories come back to haunt me they haunt me like a curse […]