Tom King - Bass
Billy Welsh - Guitar
Eric Nickl - Drums
Kevin Crugnola - Harmonica/Vocals

Chub Wub Jam #1

It's a hard goodbye

Guitar - Me
Drums - Eric Nickl
Bass - Tom John Luke King

recorded on a fucking iphone in the middle of the art factory BOIII

Flying Peesh - A Full Sea Urchin Experience

Psychedelic thing-a-ma-jig

Me playing drums fretless bass and guitar brooohh

Slow dingy thing

guess whos playing everything...me woohoo go me

Poppy thing-a-hoo

you stood there laughing, you stood there joking

I sat there shaking, I sat there scheming

that I'll watch you choking, and I'll watch you pleading

you'll sit there holding your breath from bleeding

this will be your swan song, this will be your end of the road

this will be my soap box, this will be my bullhorn code

I'm gonna show you

I'll clean my clip, I'll paint the walls

I'll crack and chip, each locker in the hall

I'll spray my mind, I'll spray my blind

I'll leave just one behind so they can tell em all why

and i'll be laughing, and i'll be joking

you'll lay there shaking, you'll lay there choking

I'm gonna show you

for years I watched, for years I had to stay

and the good lord tried, but this is the devil's day

I see you runnin, you're too big for hiding

but you sure can spew hate, and I know how to aim

kicked down and bleeding, I had my back against the wall

if only you could know, but I know you enjoyed it all

I'm gonna show you

I'm Gonna Show You

it takes one to know one, I can spot em from a million miles

do watch your step dear, you don't want to stress your neck my dear

the sun keeps spinning

the cops still don't smell your weed

this rock keeps on turning

ten dollars gets you anything you need

bird of paradise, pigeons still outnumber the mice

zig zag runner, bunker down and ponderer

the sun keeps on spinning

no one ever lets you cross the street

this rock keeps on turning

you gotta bite and scratch for your meat

Street Song

the mirror sees me all the time

hurricanes rip through my mind

the pressure builds passed the point of no return

I blow a cloud at an old street light

a rusted key tied to a kite

dreaming a way I might just escape the game

we're plotting a course straight down the middle of nowhere

just how far I don't quite know we might die there

we're paddling straight down the river to nowhere

if there's food I don't quite know we might starve there

I check my horse for ticks and fleas

saddle up snout to the trees

cop smokes, candy, dollar tea and gasoline

I hit the toll no dime to my name

already got parking tickets to pay

I hide my weed don't want the cops to take me

we're plotting a course straight down the middle of nowhere

just how far I don't quite know we might die there

we're driving straight down the highway to nowhere

get used to this car we might die in here

plastic heels undone my boot

I'm lobsided and hard to shoot

let the hot iron sear and cook my food

cold eyes they poke and prod

cop tires kick the dust

flashlight beam picking out all of the rust

we're plotting a course straight down the middle of nowhere

just how far I don't quite know we might die here

were hitchhiking straight down the path to nowhere

bring your best walking shoes I plan to die out here

guitar, bass, drum machine - billy welsh

(yeah I screwed up the second verse)

Middle Of Nowhere

well you started off in brooklyn where the potholes reshaped your rims

and the cop at the checkpoint, man he nearly did you in

if you think you might be passed your edge

wait till you're broken down in the middle lane on the bridge

when you punched through your dashboard I guess it might've looked a little mean

and the blue smoke from your tailpipe covered up the stench of weed

I guess that craigslist bong will have to wait for someone else

you'll be in debt to the tow truck till grey hair rips across your scalp

its a matter of fact, relatively this aint that bad

you could be cought in a sandstorm tryin to scrape up the last of the riverbed

you could occupy a six foot ditch in the ground

so count up all the minutes that you're still around

guitar, bass, drum machine - billy welsh

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