Zits are beauty marks.

I don’t have the passion anymore, and so remember, it’s better to burn out than to fade away.

And I swear that I don't have a gun...no I don't have a gun

What people don't realize is that the so-called Seattle grunge scene grew out of several close-knit gourmet supper clubs - we would only pick up guitars to pass the time while our dishes were simmering, baking, boiling, etc.

I don't want to be a spokesperson.

There are some pop songs I hate but I can't get them out of my head. Our songs also have the standard pop format: Verse, chorus, verse, chorus, solo, bad solo. All in all, I think we sound like The Knack and the Bay City Rollers being molested by Black Flag and Black Sabbath.

My heart is broke, but I have some glue, help me inhale and mend it with you.