The Heart, She Holler2011

Hambrosia:
Don't you people get it? This is, like, the first thing ever that makes sense. You complain about the wind? What have you done with your life?

Hambrosia:
Ever made a bird soar? Not just in his butt but in his mind? I wrote a poem about it.

Hambrosia:
"Wind is just air taking a joy in a freedom Lamborghini with the top down, letting the wind blow through its hair. But you want to put that wind in jail, put air in electric chair? What are we to breathe the constitution? What does that even mean, man? Isn't man mean, man?"