If You Love Something, Give It Away...

There Was This Book I Read And Loved, The Story Of A Ship Who Sailed Around The World And Found That Nothing Else Exists Beyond Its Own Two Sails And Wooden Shell And What Is Held Within. All Else Is Sure To Pass. We Clutch And Grasp And Debate What's Truly Permanent.

Pronouns Really Don't Matter In A Song - 'i' Or 'he' Or 'she' Or Even Subscribing A Lyric To An Inanimate Object.

On Good Days, I Can See The Inherent Goodness In People, And That Human Beings Have A High Capacity To Learn And Adapt. But Things Like The Environment, Nuclear Weapons And Ideas Like Peak Oil - If You Think About Them Too Much, They Can Really Freak You Out.

I Understand Why People Get Desensitized And Roll Their Eyes When They Hear A Protest Song, Or Even A Politician Making Some Flowery Speech. It Doesn't Really Change Anything.

A Boycott Is, Inherently, A Blunt Instrument. It Is An Imperfect Weapon, A Carpet Bomb, When All Involved Would Prefer A Surgical Strike.