I've Given Up Trying To

We [desaparecidos] Have To Make The Message And The Music And The Packaging As Appealing As Possible - As Taco Bell As Possible: Mediocre And No One Can Be Offended By It And Everyone Can Sort Of Enjoy It And We Can Play It On The Radio.

Sometimes I Worry That I've Lost The Plot My Twitching Muscles Tease My Flippant Thoughts I Never Really Dreamed Of Heaven Much Until We Put Him In The Ground. There Is Nothing As Lucky, As Easy, Or Free

I Don't Hold Anything Against Barack Obama. I Just Think The System Is So Corrupt, It Doesn't Matter How Well-intentioned Someone Is, As I Believe He Was And Is. At The End Of The Day, I Think It Just Comes Down To Money. This Is All About Class Warfare. All Of Our Political Problems.

I've Given Up Trying To Understand What People Think About Me.

I Keep Drinking The Ink From My Pen And I'm Balancing History Books Up On My Head But It All Boils Down To One Quotable Phrase If You Love Something Give It Away