songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
desert keeps forming underneath the black moon

I am always one / Without a warning / Whole days reappear / Lift away / Past the gate / Desert keeps forming underneath the black moon (Wilco)

with a number for my name & a rope to haunt my dreams

I’m just a lonesome ol‘ rounder / Darkness grows, and then it’s gone / And at the end of this lonely road / Those deeds you’ve done they say you’ll never go home / Some folks are guided by the love they share / But darkness called and left me unaware (Mandolin Orange)

we would cut the lights, race the moon right over the trees

Once we drove all night / Wind in our hair, blood in our cheeks / We would cut the lights / Race the moon right over the trees / Drink the bottle dry / Watch the sun rise out of the sea (Caitlin Canty)