songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
we walked to the front door like a rock ’n’ roll band

And the heat from the asphalt / It was liquid and dancing / And we walked to the front door / Like a rock ’n’ roll band (Jeffrey Foucault)

the one that howls inside where the wind blows through

It’s a long black night / Coming down on you / The one that howls inside / Where the wind blows through / I know you feel like you’re dying / For anything true / But you’ve got a light / And it shines in you (Jeffrey Foucault)

one part grief & one part love

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)