A Catalog of Lonesome Highway Sounds

Not in alphabetical order.

Silent self

Deepcut Barracks	i do not worry about	Standing in a parking lot at nine-thirty on a Saturday night, alone, wearing your best underwear	cricket sound off, not your national anthem
I hope my pony knows the way back home	Sunflower tag	somewhere her voice in the night whispering leaves	Junk Male
The boat dreams from the hill	Hanging on the crescent moon	A mournful sound down rain-dark walls	Repose
At night we make pornography	Friends of Dean Martinez	Our nostalgia ghosts are ready to take your place	Not pulling a Graduate
The Road to Los Angeles	your words... like wind through a wheat field.	Symphony of Sorrowful Songs	I am worn out with the beauty of the most trivial things
The rich darkness of a rainy fall evening	Helicopter Seeds	Luna Moth