They say you can’t ever be free. It’s the lyrics to a dead soldiers song. First time I ever heard them sing it was a song called “it all goes black” they saved the best for last. The grand finale was meant to be, here we are dancing free. Isn’t it ironic how we end up exactly in the perfect place at the perfect time with the perfect people? There’s the moon looking down on my sparkling dance. Music is truly the great escape. Listen to it all goes black by dead soldiers. And support live music please.