Name: Pronoia by Strange Thick in Super very epicness 2‼️
Duration: 2 min 47 s
Description: A recording that will appear on Strange Thick's upcoming EP engineered and produced by Jonathon Maisto.

biigest strange thick fan ever oml this is the best shit i rver heard

god i love strange thhick so fucking mcuh

I like. need this song injected into my veins (sobs)

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

Massah Please

Love Me Normally Demo

Good Old-Fashioned American Depression Will Wood

2econd 2ight 2eer EARLY DEMO by Will Wood

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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

Surpise! Sorry.

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

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.


Pronoia

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