Just say the wooooooooooord. Se-self-confidence. Scrunch up your sleeves as we get suckered in by the craft and ask: you can, but should you? Which singing drummer is it not unlike? And why can’t rock star marriages stay together anymore? For fans of: preset patches, Live Aid logistics, and basing it on improvisation.
The poems are great but I bet the bathroom's gross. Neglect to mention Blue Oyster Cult and ask: You flew to Paris for this?...
Unnamed others are the disease, and Hatebreed’s got the cure. Look out for each other in the pit and ask: Are you talking to...
It’s just one of those long-winded extended metaphors of Geoff’s / The kind with too many syllables and you want less. Get out your...