Johnny Cash and Kia

"There ain't no grave can hold my body down..."


Johnny's tired voice is accented heavily with dragging chains. He sounds hopeful, in spite of his exhaustion.


The Kia's headlights are surprisingly bright for such a toy car. Out here though, there isn't really any other light. Scattered trees throw huge, looming shadows on the ground behind.


Besides Johnny, there isn't really another sound other than the tires on the pavement. 


Distance and time are hard to judge. How to measure, except in the lines of the song, when it's the near-exact tree and the almost-replica billboard, and so on? 


The shadow and the lights, and the tires and Johnny combine to make an almost ethereal atmosphere. 


"When I hear that trumpet sound, I'm gonna rise right out of the ground..."


Grotesques loom and flare in the passing light. 


From the corner of your eye, it's almost believable that unimaginable horrors, possibilities and unknowns lurk just out of cognitive sight. 


Miles melt away as the songs progress. Life, death, past, future, hope and sadness; Johnny sings about them all. 


And somehow, just outside the uncracked windshield, the shadows try to say the same things.