will wood+ songs from other people he was in

Super very epicness 2‼️

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

Leanin’ on a wall in a hallway, waiting on a fall from a tall place, stay on the ball.

Chase the liquor quicker with a flicker of sick all up in my ticker.

Trickle bitter shit through the face of a primate.

Throat’s closin’ as I choke, fake a joke, overload and take a toke, won’t float my boat, no? I’d run but I’m stunned, torn asunder, honey I’ll go under. Funny, I don’t wonder

how I’m shy and quiet at the time of a riot, yeah I kind of mind it, maybe, baby I should try it.

To be screamin’ in a bad dream, scheming with a tag team, sanguine theme. Don’t you know what I mean?

 

I’m movin’ forward and toward a new world order. Sorta bored of mourning nothing but my post-mortem. Lord, I never thought it better to be wetter than a whistle hissin’ missin’ every mark but I’m still ass-kissin’.

Tired of these violent villains, my vial’s spillin’, while another brother’s willin’ to bother me while I’m chillin’.

Solid as a buildin’ I might scrape the skyline, my minds eye and my blindside know why

I’m bound to be surrounded by the sounds up all around me. I was lost, but now, you’ve found me! Hide and seek with a childlike freak while I’m tweakin’ on a freak by my chemistry.

 

I am bleeding, can’t you see the hand that has been dealt to me?

Hearts club spades to diamonds that don’t shine.

Should I shuffle or buy another pack? The ace of spades is at the bottom of the pack.

Shades of gray will fade to black and white.

 

It should’ve been understood a bit. Tricky shit, ain’t it? Tasted, getting wasted, and I’m fated to be lame. It’s a shame to face my face and place my space. A trace of a race with a case of spray-mace.

Meddlin’ peddlin’, pattlin’, pedalin’ people. It puts a cheap creep’s steeply like a leak from a needleprick. Bicker, bitches bicker, pick a pint a poison. Sticky veins and noise are poised at their loins.

I’m whacked out, blacked out, snacking on caviar. Getting in my car and trying to take it too far. Christ it’s nice to be following the north star. Bet your bottom buck that you’re fucked as a pornstar.

Heathers Big Break

Massah Please

Can't wait to die

You Are Love - Will Wood (Unreleased Will Wood)

The Borderline Personality Rag (Unreleased Will Wood Song)

mahMah

Hindsight Glasses 20/20 (Live Recording Canvas Clash)

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

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 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.

Zen Master

I am the most resistable ghost in your peripheral, Goes without sayin’ I don’t mean it literally I mean we can barely see me Treat me between your recent sweet teeth. Or could you take me by your pretty little hand,
Expand the landscape inside your little head.
Make room in your bed, take to me instead.
All the things that I’ve read will leave when I’m dead.

Baby I can’t take it,
Maybe I can fake it
Lately I’ve been thinking
Nothing’s ever sacred
Someone help me make it.

I have needs, I am only a man, 
A romantic young fan of the ground on which you stand.
Terror of error is better whenever you’re locked and loaded
Ready for explosion, come on, curl your toes, hon.
Simply put, I would like to simply put-
Wait scratch that, I hope you enjoy my foot.
Sorry sweetheart, I don’t mean to sound crass
But I’m far too much class compared to your trash.

Baby I can’t take it,
Maybe I can fake it
Lately I’ve been thinking
Nothing’s ever sacred
Someone help me make it.

I am an elegant skeleton mellowed with keratin
Elephant skin, a collection of elements.
Meet in a Sheraton in room 237,
Smile for the sunshine, come on make me sunrise.

Baby I can’t take it,
Maybe I can fake it
Lately I’ve been thinking
Nothing’s ever sacred
Someone help me make it.


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