Again, Jess' lyrics speak for themselves. Man, distorted guitar is tough to mix around.

Jess wrote the lyrics for this one, and unlike when I write lyrics, they speak for themselves.

Opening track, sets the scene.

Homage, in various ways, to Bowie, Arcade Fire, Airborne Toxic Event. I wrote most of it while out running on dirt roads near the Cody landfill.

Inspired by the David Brooks book "Bobos in Paradise" and an article I read on the so-called "Prosperity Gospel", which is one of the weirder religious movements I've heard of.

Title is a reference to a 2009 RPM album's title. It is a song about leaving Chicago.

Inspired by the David Brooks book "Bobos in Paradise" and an article I read on the so-called "Prosperity Gospel", which is one of the weirder religious movements I've heard of.

Opening track, sets the scene.

An ambulance ride through the poor side of town; a delivery of self and social status lyrics: The outside was a barren wasteland; dilapidated houses garbage on the ground And the buildings' aging faces echoed the sirens and her pain across…