Because the truth is that gossip is as good as gospel in this town. You can save face but you won't ever save your soul. And that's a fact.

A boycott is, inherently, a blunt instrument. It is an imperfect weapon, a carpet bomb, when all involved would prefer a surgical strike.

Rock and roll seems to have had a mellowing in the business where it got harder to sell individual records and make money doing that.

And me I'm in my bedroom drawing in my notebook Because my hand thinks I'm an artist But my heart knows I'm a poet It's just words they mean so little to me.

Each Desaparecidos's song has a seed that it came from. We're trying to take that and broaden it out and make it resonate with people.

For a song I was bought Now I lie when I talk With a careful eye on the cue card. Onto a stage I was pushed, With my sorrow well rehearsed. So give me all your pity and your money, now (all of it).

My Brother went to college To become a doctor And if he studies hard enough He'll end up just like papa, who hates his life.