Caroline Says As She Gets

I Would Like To Live To A Ripe Old Age And Raise Watermelons In Wyoming.

Music Should Come Crashing Out Of Your Speakers And Grab You, And The Lyrics Should Challenge Whatever Preconceived Notions That Listener Has.

Over What Guilty Spirit To Not Hear The Beating, To Not Hear The Beating, But Only Tears Of Perfect Moan, Only Tears Of Perfect Moan.

I Don't Like Nostalgia Unless It's Mine.

I'd Breed A Little Liberal Army In The Wood, Just Like These Redneck Lunatics I See At The Local Bar With Their Tribe Of Mutant Inbred Piglets.