“Hicksvile Habitus and Itchy Feet,” is grooving and jiving through the turnaround.
“Freeride,” gallops and turns on the stop and start.
“It’s Mine,” shimmers through the turn around and darts.
“Camden Town,” lols through the turnpike, bringing a hint of recklessness through.
“The Big Easy,” slows things down, contemplating time and space.
“Alois,” shimmers and shakes.
“Grief and Despair,” turns and gamuts and turns.
“Montage of Bliss,” clacks and clammers.