Joe Avery is lost in the big machine seeking solitude amid the ruins of nature and asking for rain down in the poppyfield with ten cent shoes pondering false elections and corporate crimes in a nation gone blind for reasons or rhymes growing strange and wanting to relate the separation of freedom and state with a spirit calling to awaken by womankind a higher voice deciding between the conscious mind and the one that knows we are free forever. And what a fantastic collection of songs it is.