I tumbled out of Gateshead / It was a lazy afternoon / I put the pedal down for southbound / Beneath an early rising moon / And I ended up in Durham / Standing underneath the rain / Sometimes the whole world is a city / Where no one knows your name (Jeffrey Foucault)

O cherie / Come and take a ride with me / You just need to clear out your mind / O mon cher / Cuz I’ll go with you anywhere / Can’t we leave that demon behind? Yeah / I know about the Motel 6 / I know about the truckstop stations / I know […]

The silence of a language / Sounds like the speech of a sister / No one lives in these cities / No one but sleep (Andreas Spechtl)