The World's Become A Little Too Mean.

Every Time I Finish A Song... Most Of The Time It's In My Own Head, Like This Sounds Too Much Like A Townes Van Zandt Song, Or Whoever. I Realize There Are So Many Melodies And Chord Progressions In Pop And Rock Music That Are So Similar That You Can Kind Of Trace It Back To Other Things. Most Of The Time It's Just In Your Head.

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

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

We, The Desaparecidos, Are Perfectly Prepared For People To Hate What We're Saying Or Not Like What We're Saying.

I Prefer Career Artists That Have Spent Time Honing Their Craft, As Opposed To, 'i Won A Karaoke Contest On A Reality Show And Now I Have A Record.' That's Such A Drag. The Music That Comes Out Of It Is So Poor.