Maybe there should have been a code. A code to decipher. Like, you know. For something else to do that isn’t just listening to this album.
Candlebox still exists. That’s the joke.
You can only get so much mileage out of an INSANE FACE MADE OF RUBBER AND SUNSHINE.
I wish this album were super boring, because then I could make a joke like “Gore? More like Bore!” But it’s not boring. Just disappointing.
I think I’d want to be a sea turtle. Maybe a sloth.
Because if you can’t have bread, you’ll want to at least still get drunk to forget about that fact.
This got complicated. Like River Cuomo’s sexual proclivities.
One of the many reasons we should be really, really happy that there is a Japan.
You’re gonna fly away, glad you’re goin’ my way
I love it when we’re Cruisin’ together.
Can’t find a better Jaaaaaaam. Which is to say a better Pearl Jam record.