The Fresh & Onlys give us the following: What sound like wild animals Jazz cigarettes Ghosty moans Rides when we need them Dirty harmonies when we need them Just plain old dirt Fogged up/smudged windows Night terrors, or the thumps in the dark that lead to them A sense that something ain’t right Red moons Stars that provide bath-worthy light Monsters-in-wait Diversions Distortions A dessert menu that includes but one thing: hard-serve ice cream Bombs, shells Smoke, but no mirrors Something we can dance to when drowsy and lost