songs about roving, rambling and plain hard luck & photography from the other side …
so I will roll & I will suffer, curse the soil & curse the stones

Pourin’ liquor on the stone / That marks my lost and gone / Well I will whimper and wail / And sing her funeral song / Well she said kiss me / And lord I listened / But I haven’t gone back since / I curse the mind for building proper fence (Shakey Graves)

some of us were built to roam

Watch out cause here I come / Bored and lazy / Yeah here I come just passin’ through / Oh follow me beyond the mountain / Go howl the ol’ big moon / Yeah strip them clothes right off your body / Dress your skin in sticks and stones / Doesn’t matter where were headed […]