Metaphor is an old poetic device that will always stay fresh.

This piece starts like a typical love song. Eyes are locked, and chills go down spines. But then the song’s woman loses her feminine shape and becomes America itself. A metamorphosis.

The leap doesn’t feel like a leap – the song’s dreamy flow takes the listener from one idea to the next just like gentle waves take a boat deeper into the ocean. Very soon you’ve come very far – but it feels like you’ve not moved at all.

The USA is a woman. She’s generous in her love, and in her cruelty. Artists are attracted to her, eager to feel her embrace. But even as she kisses you her long nails draw blood.

Eyes, spines, thighs, cries – the song employs heavy personification throughout. When the abstract becomes human, new experiences become possible.

This song represents Flyght Club’s encounters with musicians and artists in America. Some of them found what they were looking for, others didn’t. What links them with each other, and with Flyght Club, is their love for America – and the strange places it took them.