You've got three hundred watts of credibility and six strings of guitar to back up what you say. a few frets of bass to lend proof to your theories. add some drums and still what have you got... nothing at all. that guitar won't make you right. and that bass won't make you right. and those drums won't make you right. and no stage can make you right. you're friends can't make you right. and your whole stance is just a joke. so come say it to my face.
I'm not an avid listener or an adoring fan. in fact, i don't really care much for you or your band.
If dodging issues was a contest, then you'd get first prize. but when i see you off stage, you won't look in my eyes. you've got the prettiest brown eyes and your mouth's brown too, with your own shit.
And i could chew you up and spit you out on my shit-talking block.
But i'd rather not waste my time with all those props stripped away. no one needs a pa system to check the levels of your shit. it's pegged.
