Trackone. This feels like a nightmare, one where you ride that thin line between dreaming and awake. Things are coming for you, but you feel like maybe you can outrun them. So you run down that long, dark hallway. Tracktwo. You made it. You escaped from the demons in your dreams. Now you coast, you float, you feel a guitar shoot positive waves through your veins. Look around, where am I? Trackthree. Off and movin but this time it’s at my own pace. Floating carelessly I take time to breathe, let my hands trail along the smooth walls. Things start to pick up, I hear a voice. Trackfour. Now I get it, I’m inside a spaceship. The gleaming metal surfaces shine as far as the eyes can see. It’s bright, who flipped on the lights? Am I dreaming? Awake? Trackfive. The door opens, I walk in, it’s a jazz club up here in space. Cool. The cats up on stage are laying down a mellow vibe. Things will be ok. Feel that bassline melt your worries miles and miles away. Tracksix. Back in the hallway, another turn, another corner. Something’s gaining. It’s behind me or is it in front? Keep movin, gotta keep movin. Trackseven. Now I know it’s for real. Time melts, I’ve lost my sense of balance but man does it feel right. I don’t hear them behind me anymore. Trackeight. Heavenly voices sing through the guitars like angels. Look out the window, is that the Earth? Who cares baby, who cares? This is the sound of bliss. Tracknine. Back down the hole. They demand answers, they want to know about us humans. Explain the taste of chocolate. What is the color of love? Questions that can’t be answered in words. You gotta feel em I say. They do not like my answers. Trackten. I escape, back to the jazz club. That cat’s laying it down on the skins. This is good, I can stay here for a while, keep my head down. I could stay outta sight if my damn legs weren’t grooving so much. Trackeleven. A voice whispers to follow him. He knows the way out. I hesitate, do I really wanna leave? He’s insistent, grows impatient, tells me to hurry, hurry up. Follow him. Tracktwelve. He’s taken me to the back of the ship. I look out a huge window as we float near a star. Is that the sun? He won’t say. Neither of us seems to care as we all can do is stand there and stare. Trackthirteen. I hear the clock, I roll over, stretch, open my eyes. I’m back in my room. It looks the same yet something’s different. I get up, look in the mirror, I ain’t changed. I look around, it’s all the same. I walk slowly to the window, raise the shade and I can’t believe what I see...