LUCY CALLED! LUCY CALLED! GUYS LUCY CALLED! GUYS! GUYS! HEY! LUCY CALLED! LUCY CALLED! MARK! YOU TALK TO HER! LUCY CALLED! LUCY CALLED BOYS!! PEEP!!

*bang bonk hshshllll and other music noises in the background*

ermmm I think Lucy is calling gotta RE- pick up the PHoNe

I think you should pick up the phone will

Sauce [Strange Thick Live @ Canvas Clash 2012]

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

mama-strange thick live(willwood)

Here goes, in the direction only fear knows
To the demise of all our heroes
Amid the rise of all these Weirdos
And the surprise that's hiding

Washes the slate forever clean
for an easier life than has ever been
How can not know what i mean
I'm just selling you what you're telling me

As we rise up
Love just dries up and out 

Drear closes in as 
all these fools just cheer loads
And we're reduced to ones and zeroes
Et tu as our collective tear flows
And I'm reminded violently 

Of a truth we'll never speak
Leave it to hide and never seek
Follow the feelings folly keeps
to woolly descriptions of a sheep

The price of livestock
Climbs up and drops back down

pay my ransom
When the price comes back down


Here Goes

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! (Peaque!) Live @ Bar East

Turn it Off

Band-AIDS

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.

Lucy Called! (Peaque!) Live @ Bar East

Strange Thick

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