It Goes Without Saying That 'buncha Losers'

I Was The Only Kid At Camp Don Bosco Who Would Admit He Was An Alter Boy Back Home, So I Served Two Masses A Day All Summer. But I Loved The Cassock And Surplice, Ringing The Bells, Lighting The Candles - It Was Like Being A Glamrock Roadie For God.

You Know The Prince Song Where The Girl's Phone Rings But She Tells Him, "whoever's Calling Couldn't Be As Cute As You?" I Long To Live Out This Moment In Real Life.

Singing What's In Your Heart? Naming The Things You Love And Loathe? You Can Get Hurt That Way. Hell, You Will Get Hurt That Way. But You'll Get Hurt Trying To Hide Away In All That Silence And Leave Your Life Unsung. There's No Future Without Tears. Are You Really Setting Your Hopes On Not Getting Hurt At All? You Think That's An Option? You Clearly Aren't Listening To Enough Morrissey Songs.

One Of The Best Moments Of Any Liars Show Is Hearing The Crowd Squawk 'we're Doomed! We're Doomed!' On Cue During 'we Fenced Other Houses With The Bones Of Our Own.' Maybe Not The Most Uplifting Audience Sing-along In The Indie Rock World, But One Of The Most Reliably Entertaining.

I Realize That I Will Never Fully Understand The Millions Of Bizarre Ways That Music Brings People Together.