I love this but what happened to wills mic and why does every jamface song sound like they lit the microphone on fire threw it off a bridge and flushed it doen the toilet before recording

the way it sounds like the mic has been beaten to bits honestly makes the song sound better

why does his microphone sound like a time machine

I love how jamface songs sound like the mic was thrown into a blender before will started singing

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Ryan, I wonder - Will wood

She's Beautiful, by Pok the Bard.
Album: Anthology

SHE’S BEAUTIFUL
Well she’s walking with a sultry air
Golden feather stuck in her hair
Oh me oh my with her wake going by
It occurred to me that I might fly
And these things going on inside my brain
Won’t stop they only refrain
Only refrain
Only refrain

See the world open before you
It may even appal you
Step back before you fall you
Cos you got a road to travel
A road to travel
A road, yeah

I said she’s beautiful
Wanna make her mine
I said she’s beautiful
And she’s blowing my mind

See the world open before you
It may even appal you
Step back before you fall you
Cos you got a road to travel
A road to travel
A road, yeah

I said she’s beautiful
Want to make her mine
I said she’s beautiful
And she’s blowing my mind

Magnet thighs and peacocks' eyes
Devil in an angel’s disguise
My body's in a frozen sweat
I don't think that she's seen me yet
She's chili hot and full of lust
A case of look but don’t touch
Look but don’t touch
Look but don’t touch

See the world open before you
It may even appal you
Step back before you fall you
Cos you got a road to travel
A road to travel
A road
Yeah you got a road

I said she’s beautiful
Wanna make her mine
I said she’s beautiful
And she’s blowing my mind

Music and lyrics by Simon Miller.
Copyright ℗ 1982 Pok Songs/Explicit Music.

This arrangement by Pok, Fedax Si-Hulmin, Maxx Damage and Sven Stiglund.

Performers:
Pok the Bard – lead vocal, electric guitars
Fedax Si-Hulmin – electric guitars, backing vocals
Maxx Damage – bass
Sven Stiglund – drums

Recorded at Wud Records Studio One, Exeter, 2017.
Fedax's solo and Sven's drumming recorded at Wud Records Studio One, Central Europe, 2025.
Engineered, mixed, produced and mastered at Wud Records Studio One, Central Europe, August/September 2025.

Copyright © 2025 Wud Records.

Fun Facts:
She's Beautiful is one of Pok's oldest songs.
He composed it when he was still at school.
It was inspired by seeing a girl he knew and admired whilst waiting for a bus at exeter bus station.
The earliest versions go all the way back to Now in 1982.
The tempo varies between 66 and 122 BPM the key is A major.
The rhythm guitar parts are both played using Marsha, which had new strings.
The Ice Maiden, which Fedax would have played, was in need of attention on the day.
Pok is on the right channel and Fedax the left.
Pok's lead guitar is played on Nicodemus.
Fedax takes an eight-bar solo on the Ice Maiden, based on his little solo in the Cander version.
This particular version of She's Beautiful is based upon the Laughing Sun version from Cander, which is regarded as the definitive version.
The Cander version is here: https://wudrecords.bandcamp.com/track/shes-beautiful
She's Beautiful was a song in the works for Alchemeon's set, but never made it to a recording before they disbanded.

See also:
https://www.wudrecords.co.uk/artists/pok/
https://www.wudrecords.co.uk/artists/pok/anthology/
https://wudrecords.bandcamp.com/track/shes-beautiful-2
https://www.explicitmusic.co.uk/lyrics-information/pok-bard/anthology/shes-beautiful
https://www.youtube.com/@poktv6148/videos
https://www.facebook.com/pokthebard
http://pookofpok.blogspot.com/
https://linktr.ee/pokthebard
https://linktr.ee/wudrecords

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She's Beautiful

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Sauce [Strange Thick Live @ Canvas Clash 2012]

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

Surpise! Sorry.

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.

Zen Master

GIlded Cog

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.


NowHere (ft Nadav Glik and Mark Steinmetz)

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