We are a mess and we are fantastic.  We play the unknown voyage like a fine-tuned fiddle in flight.  Here is a short live set for a land of the free; a high that is plucked by the fresh air, held in our lungs, and shared through the silent waves that move between us.  Our moody dream. We enter, we play its tunes, sing along as we rage through and on. We rise, we fall, we soar.