This Ain’t No

You’ve got a long heart
You’re glad your 
Open mouth 
Don’t make a single sound

We like it like that

It’s like sugar highs x3
How they do it
We’ll never know
Gonna move mean & slow

Thursday evening
Got some facts
Friday morning
Blood sugar attacks
It’s later than I like

We like it like that

It’s like any drug high x3
How they do it
Some lousy clues
Opening doors
You can’t fit through

(Suburban kids got nothing
No way
But we love them 
Anyway)
This ain’t no
This ain’t no
This ain’t no
Working class tool
No audited class
No slo mo tape review 
No culture class contraflow
No resilience -y
Workshop
No self defense judo chop
No way to be
No way to sleep
This ain’t no
This ain’t no
This ain’t no
No no No No No

This Ain't No

Klondikes v Oxen

Where you going?
This is the right way
Coulda been in Coos Bay or Harar
I thought we were on Mars

Call AMR
That’s some kind of car
To get us where we need to go
Call your friend
The drug survivor
The kinda dude you all oughta know

Hey hey hey yo
Stop right here
In this bike lane thing
Blinkers on
Call that friend
The drug survivor
The fuck does resilience mean?

You're demonic
You sometimes cry
Learned how to
Hex the library
I hate the government
I’m teaching myself
How to asphyxiate
On a song

Out came the tablets
And the needles we need
Out of the hospital
Disagreed to agree
Doped on a balcony
Too much for me
Wish I was I in a forest
Since yesterday

Klondikes versus Oxen
There's a game on at the bar
God if I can forget this
Time, I swear I'll make things rhyme
Klondikes v Oxen
You know what you don’t need
Isn’t it easy? Isn’t it a dream?

Call our friend
The drug survivor
We need him on our side x 2

Klondikes v. Oxen

Let's Rock #1

Ohh baby, there's nothing to see
No prying eyes
Newly arrived or hiding downtown
(It's cool) that fear'll never take you down
(Not all the way)

Vomit drying on yr debit card
Chemicals you try 
To ignore
So you dry yr hair & snap pills
And try & make your heart stop still
(Just for a second)

Out of body but not out of yr mind
Lots of people say lots of shit
You're in the shower it feels good
You touch yourself like an old thing should
(Don’t change your life)

Ooh baby, vibrate slowly
Yeah you know your brain often hurts
More tongue lolling in the sun
More everything to lose and forget
(Depression ain't perfect)

Hot stuff
Moving fast
Hot stuff
Not made to last

Rico Debord - everything, vocals

Let's Rock #1

FRIDS

You've got 20 minutes at best
When depressed, I make fine decisions
Hey please, get some solid rest
Cos that new song sounds like Wilco

Instructions for mass destruction 
In a hotel restroom stall
And you feel like giving in?
Cracked clotted clumped against the wall
My god! I love my friends

Take 5 days off from every drug
Rip me open; can't find the thread
Trying to drug slow slow slow
So I can be there for my friends

I was out of every groove 
Nervous system is a mess
For a minute I believed
The west coast is the best
Oh shit I love my friends
I was out of every groove
Nervous system is a mess
I feel like giving in
Then I text my friends

YouTube playlists
On auto-attack
Doo lang Kerrang
Galang you hang
Stuck in East Toms River
Must be fucking cracked

Rico Debord - vox, instruments

FRIDS

History

Go as far as you like
Reverse these meds
Been around, may as well burn down
Things that never end

Watching gravel roads
Disappear to freeze
High & alone & how
Say your neck is history

From bar to
Outlet Grocery

I don't work very hard
Step closer, man
It was never too hard
To know what you are

Starchildren out of range
Houses round here sprawl
Hardly breathing, oh
What did you catch

Licking someone’s jaw?

I don't work very hard
Come closer, fuck
It was never too hard
To know what you are

I don't work very hard
Come closer, pig
Hey, look hard to yr left
It’s what you expect

I yield my time

Rico Debord - vox, guitars, etc.

History

Frozen Food

I'm a surfer
Far from the ocean
Trying to pass out
On futons in motion
Still waiting for the weekend
You’ll like this he said
Still hang w fear & dealers
Barely audible from under the bed
Burning out on burn out
Preparing frozen food, hey
Do you agree? 
Don’t trust social workers,
Don’t vote, don’t go back to school
I guarantee 
That this will not 
Work itself out
I’m begging please 
For the city to
Wear me out
Your unnatural floor
Looks like nature bit
By bit by bit by bit 
Crocodiles and pythons
Rolling on the carpet
Where yr surfboards sit
Shoplifting runs in the blood
Got too much frozen food
Re-examine shit every way -ay
Expect to be subdued

We could be more, right
Baby, more epinephrine 
& burning wealth. Then
Don’t sit by the window, trying
To protect career or health
Guilty as charged & wary of
The look of your mess
Baloomadobalinabadoomdistress-ed

Rico Debord - guitar, vox

Frozen Food

93 7303

Oh angelic fog
Smells like rusted belt
I reach for my head
Keep it from spooling off

Used to think too fast
Probably still do - oo oo oh
Used to make difference
Licking stale acid tabs

We find pills
Where we find them
We take em
And count along
Sometimes we feel groovy
Sometimes fall thru the ground

93 7303
I’ll never learn
93 7303
Points of awfull return
93 7303
Mind never quits
93 7303
Until the body fits

No more assaults on experience
Memories of overwhelmed
Paroxetine sabotage
Lay me down in exurb’s fields

Rico Debord - vox & everything else

93-7303

Rico Debord - guitars etc.
Depressed coast based.
Influences: The Archies, Portland OR, the short 21st century.

Depressed Coast

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