I love how freaky this song sounds despite it being rather depressing if you analyze the lyrics ( also real af lol)

I’ve listened to this more than wee woo says “bell curve” in his songs

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Maybe the best way to explain myself is not to say a word,
Maybe the best way to assert myself is let myself get hurt.
Habits have a knack of knocking back a better man then me.
Many men could manage my imaginings and never be
Hazy. The best way to escape myself is knowing what that means.
If I try to be more than I can be will I still stay me?

Maybe the best way to contain myself is letting myself go.
Baby you bet I entertain myself but no one comes to the show.
But me and any audible audience oughtta get together
Never let it get obvious that I never sold a ticket to it
It's intuitive, it ruins any lucidity. I'm losing it, see, I confused it for free.
So finder's keeper's I guess.
If you must know
I'm only an ego
If you love me, let me go.

Oh no we won't row, until we're in the stream.
Oh no, we won't ride, until we're in the street.
Oh no, we won't go, until we're on our feet.
Oh no, we'll divide until there is no "we."

Oh No, We Won't Go

Massah Please

Sauce [Strange Thick Live @ Canvas Clash 2012]

You Are Love - Will Wood (Unreleased Will Wood)

Good Old-Fashioned American Depression Will Wood

In the Nighttime (Live Recording Canvas Clash)

A recording that will appear on Strange Thick's upcoming EP engineered and produced by Jonathon Maisto.

Pronoia

Turn it Off

Slap Me Asmodeus

Lucy Called

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.

Massah Please

Jamface

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