off the tracks I fell off the grid red balloon rising with a runaway ID I won't come back I've rose too far propelled by bottle lightning that's exactly what we are to these distant stars we aim to live and surpass our scars…

one more from the Grackle Straw Drawing improv jam Mark-guitar Darrin-cigarbox guitar/percussion Kavin-keyboard Matt- percussion

Be gentle, be still.

edit from the Grackle Live Straw Drawing jam Mark-guitar Darrin-percussion Kavin-keyboard Matt-suitcase