Once upon a time in a fairyland named Emerald Medusa lived an Elysian tribe of fairies and unicorn beings, waltzing into dull moments and turning them into metaphysical poetry. Enigmas, illuminating worlds with melodic fete of bagpipe and guitar rock, serpentining through the grid of the universe of magic and joy.
Celebrating the zeal of life each day humming and cheering the symphonies through a different beat, pouring the elated fairy dust on beings animate and inanimate to spread joy, expand horizons, and be soaked into the mystisism of universal love.
Every imp that frowned and struted in mischief was cradled in its arms singing and tap dancing to the Celtic bagpipe rock – a harmonious blend of guitars, fantastical harp, and bagpipes.
When the siren of bourgeois nous rewinded, the repeat put itself to rest with unheard harmonies from distant lands that turfed out all the scrum into the blackhole swaying back sonatas, symphonies, soul dwells in.
Flying away into the distant sun on the broken wings of raven waiting to be ushered by Calamus into the kingdom of celestial beings in elysian paradise.
The Beat Nation 