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Anthem

This Road Of Mine

The Croppy Boy '98

Company Of The Bar

the gaster theme but i made a fish make it

Everything is a Lot by Will Wood and the Tapeworms from Everything is a Lot

Night sky, I wonder why I am alive until I die. 
I find that at this size, no answer can be right. 
All the moments you’ve lost, all the money it cost, all the dreams that you tossed aside. 
All that you feel is only real if you decide it inside. 
So when you’re holding on to everything but you feel you cannot, let it go, cause everything is a lot. 

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WE ARE BODDHISATVA, WE ARE BUDDHA, DYING, WAKING UP 
AS BUTTERFLIES WHO FALL ASLEEP AS MAHAPRAJNAPARAMITA 
WE CUT DOWN OUR BODDHI TREES, BURN DALAI LAMA AS A WITCH 
FROM SHANGRI-LA TO AUSCHWITZ, BE BARTER, KARMA IS A BITCH 
GLORY BE SATORI BU ITS HALLUCINATORY AND ITS SURE TO BE A 
STORY WE CAN TELL IN PURGATORY 
WE SAW IT ONCE ON MESCALINE, ENLIGHTENMENT IS BORING 
ALL YOUR HEROES REINCARNATED, THE GRATEFUL DEAD IS TOURING. 
LAO TZU, CHUANG TZU, YIN-YANG TATTOOS, FUCK YOUR MYSTIC WISDOM, FIND YOUR OWN WAY HOME FROM BONNAROO. 
IT'S JUST ONE MORE RELIGION, FUCK YOUR VISIONS, WE'VE DONE ACID TOO. 

DESTROY TO ENJOY, DESTROY TO ENJOY, DESTROY TO ENJOY, DESTROY TO ENJOY.




Everything Is A Lot

Red Moon by Will Wood and the Tapeworms from Everything is a Lot. ©2015

Red, red moon. Keep on rising. 
The sunset soon indeed will bleed in my horizon. 
The crescent rests, tethered to the west. 
Waxing to the rhythm writhing in my chest. 
That crack between the watercolor sky and sea is the 
corner where you’re born in the mist. 
I might deride the tide, ‘cause I’m pulled as it pools about my feet. 
Towards your stolen light, while you’re holding my slight gravity. 

Well I walk the equator, chasing the light; little do I know it orbits close behind. 
I might remember or might assume, but I only turn around every once 
In a red, red moon. I only turn around every once in a red, red, moon. 

Red, red moon. When will your shadows break? 
Tell the truth; what’re you hiding behind that face? 
If matters in then I might space out, 
why can’t I take in what you’ve been putting out? 
Why do I reject while you endlessly reflect? 
While you’re projecting your perfection astounds 
Nighttime, please hide my eyes, so the man up there won’t watch me stare. 
Teach me to make moonshine, and we’ll get drunk on the spirit of the air. 

Well I walk the equator, chasing the light; little do I know it orbits close behind. 
I might remember or might assume, but I only turn around every once 
In a red, red moon. I only turn around every once in a red, red, moon. 

The constellations form infinite paisleys in the sky 
The condensation tumbles down and erases my sight 
And is it in the nightmare map of the cosmos up high? 
Or is it in the signs? Or stranger still, just in my eyes? 

Well I walk the equator, chasing the light; little do I know it orbits close behind. 
I might remember or might assume, but I only turn around every once 
In a red, red moon. I only turn around every once in a red, red, moon.

RED MOON

(Cover this Song) A Little Bit Mine, by Will Wood and the Tapeworms, from Everything is a Lot

Say you’re still her 
The woman you were 
And you haven’t turned into 
Someone who never could love me again 
Cause you never broke my heart, no, you fixed it, and now it works. 
But only enough just to suffer the hurt. 
What can I say to convince you to slip back into my arms again? 
I won’t do you no harm again, lemme tell you that I’m sorry and that- 

I’m just a little bit crazy about you. 
Just a little bit out of my mind. 
Just a little insane without you 
Please come back and be just a little bit mine. 

I never thought, and if I did, I forgot 
While blackout in-love 
That’s what’s only starting would come to an end. 
But now I’m hungover and hung out to dry and I’m giving it time. 
Does not knowing the truth turn my words into lies? 
What can I say to convince you or do to make you agree with me? 
I don’t need you to be with me- just try to remember what you’d see in me. 

I’m just a little bit crazy about you. 
Just a little bit out of my mind. 
Just a little insane without you 
Please come back and be just a little bit mine. 

I’ll be here singing until our heartbeats fall into that rhythm again 
Whether it is or isn’t the end; who cares? 
God knows that I could use a friend. 

I’m just a little bit crazy about you. 
Just a little bit out of my mind. 
Just a little insane without you 
Please come back and be just a little bit mine.

(Cover This Song) A Little Bit Mine

Through The Gates of Hell

"Never Too Late" - a post-rock anthem for anvone who's ever felt broken but kept going.

Never too Late

“The River (Addiction) Survives” is a haunting tale told from inside addiction itself — where the house is the body and the river is the drug that never stops flowing.

Recorded raw and stripped down, with only handclaps and an acoustic guitar, this song exposes the quiet truth of relapse, hope, and survival. The first voice confesses; the choir echoes like a ghost — maybe friends, maybe his own conscience.

Every lyric bleeds honesty. Every silence carries weight.
This isn’t recovery yet — it’s the sound of not drowning.

“Maybe the house is dying… but the river — the river will always survive.”

#DJOracle
#TheRiverSurvives

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