Ricks: The red light in the sky is ours
Ricks: From out to nowhere
Ricks: Eagle fly free
Ricks: Bullet the blue sky
Ricks: Set the sky on fire
Ricks: The long way home
Ricks: Bleed the sky
Ricks: Tornado of clouds
Ricks: Vide infra (sic transit gloria)
Ricks: Watching the waves goes by
Ricks: Rime of the ancient mariner
Ricks: When clouds are coming trough
Ricks: The wicked end
Ricks: Numb