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A Little bit a little bit of
An idiot a little bit in love
A little bit a little of
An idiot a little bit in love
Don’t you think
The truth is just as crazy as us?
I don’t know
The difference between therefore and because
Don’t you think
One and one is not always two
I don’t know
If you are an idiot too

Open up, the door, and step
Welcome mat, the porch is swept
Squeezing this Venn Diagram
Who you are is who I am

A Little bit a little bit of
An idiot a little bit in love
A little bit a little of
An idiot a little bit in love
On the ground
Do-nothing and dharma and how
Walk two miles
Zen Seven eleven and the Tao
Drop the phone
Drive and never coming back home
Never bored
The secret police kick in the door

She makes me she makes me make her
Make me make her make me love her
She makes me she makes me make her
Make me make her make me love me

Squeezing this Venn Diagram
Who I love is who I am
Squeezing this Venn Diagram
Who you love is who I am


It's About Hurr

Sauce [Strange Thick Live @ Canvas Clash 2012]

Talk Too Much [Strange Thick Live @ Canvas Clash 2012]

mama-strange thick live(willwood)

mahMah

In the Nighttime (Live Recording Canvas Clash)

Lucy Called! (Peaque!) Live @ Bar East

Good Morning, Broadway Joe

Southern Breeze

Fruit of the Rapture

The Stag

Turn it Off

Is it True, is it true?

Am I one with the man I am if I can't stand me?
Fucker, you can brand me.
Come on, suck it up, Eve-
Eat the damned granny smith apple quickly,
Hope your god don't see me feeding you sweets.
I'm dead from the neck up- wait,
No I mean neck down, check up on my frown
and from down there to the ground.
Better kill me quickly if you want me gone.
Only truth can trick me, on that I'm not alone.

I can do what I want to,
You can do what you want to.
With the use of my tool we can fuck
The Rules.

Well pick a little, talk a little, pick a little, talk a little
Eat dirt cheap, better chalk it up to the superficial timespan
Mindscan, a richter scale.
Beat these treats of alarms a-wailing,
Shiver to the teeth, success in failing.
No, no, no no no no no no no no no.
Succotash and brandy, suck it up and try
To fly away from the lie you've cried too to today.
Sickeningly quickly, fucked it up this time.
It's just getting so fucking dry.

You can do what you want to.
I can do what I want to.
With the use of my tool we can fuck
The Rules.

We can do what we want to.
I will do what I want to.
With the use of my tool we can fuck
The Rules

Coitus With Regulations

I picked up a bag of a bit o' brain lag.
The smack and the magic attack came back.
Around every corner was a morning loner
Whose tone was a boner, so I'll telephone her.
To pour out our soul in a tour that tore us.
Our minds and our music, nothing will bore us.
A new world order. A new form of. The bright formations
Fuck it I told ya.

Good morning, Broadway Joe. Rising with the dawning light.
We've got time left and a moment to spare and it's been a crazy night.

So when the sun explodes, and the shapes erode
And when the dark, forboding, sins escape.
We find ourselves in folded paper and the message on the police tape.
Do not cross, or they'll cross you out. They can write your name off without a pen.
From the One to Three for Five, Six, Seven, more- the hatred is the 8, 9, 10.

Good morning, Broadway Joe. Rising with the dawning light.
We've got time left and a moment to spare and it's been a crazy night.

I bit you back in a shark attack.
And when I come around and turn the sky black, there'll be hell to pay.
I laid to rest all their tests at their best, when their second guesses turned out at last, I dispatched the day.
I screeched back with a heart attack
When the last of the bastard aristocrats, they were acrobats in air.
Death leamed at me from my eyelids, I can't sleep nowhere.

Good morning, Broadway Joe. Rising with the dawning light.
We've got time left and a moment to spare and it's been a crazy night.

Broadway Joe

Somewhere, out there.
Out the hole.
Somewhere, out there.
Up the sky.
Somewhere, out there.
Is the goal.
Somewhere, in there.
In my eyes.

I may be wrong but I may be wrong, I may be wrong but I may be wrong.
I may be wrong but I may be wrong, I may be wrong- but I'll get it right.

Nowhere- out there.
Will never be.
Nowhere- out there.
Wait and see.
Nowhere- out there.
Will never know.
Nowhere is here.
Here I go.

I may be wrong but I may be wrong, I may be wrong but I may be wrong.
I may be wrong but I may be wrong, I may be wrong but I may be wrong.
I may be wrong but I may be wrong, I may be wrong but I may be wrong.
I may be wrong but I may be wrong, I may be wrong- but I'll get it right.
But I'll get it right.

I'm here, till I'm there. I am gonna get it right. Dicks.

I may be wrong but I may be wrong, I may be wrong but I may be wrong.
I may be wrong but I may be wrong, I may be wrong but I may be wrong.
I may be wrong but I may be wrong, I may be wrong but I may be wrong.
I may be wrong but I may be wrong, I may be wrong- but I'll get it right.
But I'll get it right.

NowHere (ft Nadav Glik and Mark Steinmetz)

I had nothing to say until I started singing. I bruised up my brain with my eardrums ringing.
It’s high time. My third eye was dry. Red and dead as my bloodshot mind.
I got hungry and my chakras cried. While my ego died. Here we go it’s time.
When I die I’ll be here for longer. What kills me also makes me stronger.
Ayahuasca’s purge resurging. Psilocybin. Curl up whirling
LSD and DMT and serotonin, Chemistry, magazines of all my dopamine
My kundalini is cueing me.  Here I am, take me out. Here I am, now take me out.
While I expand my scope of relevance, my mind flies towards my pink elephants.
Elements settle and meddle, towards everything, telling me anything.

Don’t and can’t. Shaman drama and marijuana. Solomon, Karma, that’s my Dharma.
Brama bottled up into Nirvana, just a few hundred micrograms.
Release and cheat to retreat. This sequence. Defense demons screaming “heathen.” Turned to be learned and burned at the stake. Rotting in hell for heaven’s sake.
Losing my mind, ‘cause there’s nothing to find.
Losing my mind, ‘cause there’s nothing to find.
Losing my mind, ‘cause there’s nothing to find.
Losing my mind, ‘cause there’s nothing to find.

What if the death rattle is a chuckle at the cosmic joke?

 

One big one that I won while I’m under. Stunned by a wonder, have some fun, sir.
These men see my freedom as disease, I’m at ease and easy to please.
When I freeze I reach for the treatment, tripped to the top and trapped my treason.
This is me but I see no reason for these legions in my cerebrum.
Losing my mind, ‘cause there’s nothing to find.
No great truth or far beyond.
Using up time on this one design, no way through this human bond.
It seems to me I orchestrate my own inevitable fate.
It seems to me I orchestrate my own inevitable fate.

My best friend was a Zen Master, he grew up to be a hot dog vendor, and he made me one with everything.

Good Morning, Broadway Joe

Jamface

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