Life It Seems A Struggle Between What

Would You Like To Play With The Thought Of A Friend In A Distant Passing Stage While You Lie Around With Your Hands Up And Out So Resigned You Will Fall Down.

I Guess, And It May Be A Flaw, That I Think About Rhythm More [than Anything Else]. I'm Always Wanting To Find Something Unusual. I've Started To Try And Write More Traditionally, But For Whatever Reason, I Tend Toward Trying To Find Something That Sounds More Like A Pattern To Me.

I'm A Fairly Tormented Artist, And I'm Less Willing To Indulge Myself In Self-pity, Outside Of Songwriting.

I Fear That Our True Motivation Is About Oil And Our Own Flailing Economy; About The Failure To Destroy Al Qaeda And About Revenge.

So The Story Goes, So I'm Told The People He Knew Were Less Than Golden Hearted Gamblers And Robbers Drinkers And Jokers, All Soul Searchers Like You And Me