My dream girl, those eyes, that nose
My private inside joke, sign the cast on my funny bone
Floral sheets on long-given-up ghosts
Haunt my bedroom at night and say “Let’s get you home.”
They say “Grow up, be a man, ‘cause until then you’re nothing but a short-haired girl”
But come and Braille-palm-read and hold my hand, see my reason and “Goodbye cruel world.”
And oh my god, what’s wrong with me?
And the wife of Walter Keane, whose name right now’s escaping me…
That’s right, Margaret!

Dream girl come and sweep me off my knees
I’d rather stay asleep than never see you wake up next to me.

Neon lights like heat lamps in the cold
To incubate the shadows you can’t stitch back to your soles 
You seemed fine just a few days ago
But  CO2 and fish tanks do enough to get you home.

Well now you swear in your prayers telling time “Promise I’ll never have fun again
If you’d stop flying,” but then you start crying “never mind, you win!”
And far too late came far too soon
And the love you never made became the things you’d never do…
Oh, sweet Mary!

Dream girl come but keep your hands off me
Go on back to bed my love, I mean, that’s where dreams are supposed to be.

So come on, William
Grow up, be a man, ‘cause until then they’re gonna treat you like you’re just a little girl
But come and Braille-palm-read, hold my hands and you’ll see that it’s
Me who cries mercy while your fingers curl and
Oh are you at all like me?
Do you know what I mean? Or am I too close to see?
Someone, anyone?

Of the two things we do on our knees: watch me fold my hands just to crack my knuckles
Well, here is the church, here is the steeple open the doors, see all the people!
Alright, that’s enough, let’s get you home.

That's Enough, Let's Get You Home

I want a new pair of shades, get paid to wear shoes
Do what I say, don't say what I do when we're alone now
High up but a low down
You know I'm not the type of guy to turn my back on a knife
And that's why I'm still looking in the mirror

I want to be safe from the fame but be loved from afar
Get paid to write my name, could you airbrush my scars?
Get my good side. Don't get on my bad side.
You know I'm not the type of guy to turn my back on a knife
It's just my luck these motherfuckers talking smack on a guy
But I'm deserving every word they could begin to apply
Well at least they know now

That I really don't care what you think or what you say
Either that or I do way too much, oh well, whatever, either way
My hearts empty and I'm trying to fill it up
But it's not big enough for the both of us
No it's not big enough for the both of us

I want no less than the best but the best I can do
Is do the worst thing first and leave the rest up to you
I'm realistic. Everyone's a critic.
If I keep beating myself up I'll keep on winning the fight and get my ass kicked
I'm poisonous not toxic
I'll admit when I'm wrong, but only to be right
And if it fits in the song, I'll rhyme that with "contrived"
Don't meet your idols. Hey fuck you, I'm your idol.
But the only label that'll sign is in the DSM-5, cause my flaws are sort of on the pathological side.
Don't call me eccentric, call me mentally sick, 'cause I ain't sold enough tickets yet to be rich, and that's the only difference

I really don't care what you think or what you say
Either that or I do way too much, oh well, whatever, either way
My hearts empty and I'm trying to fill it up
But it's not big enough for the both of us
No it's not big enough for the both of us

And if looks could kill, I'd be staring in the mirror
And if looks could kill, I'd be staring in the mirror
And if looks could kill, I'd be staring in the mirror
Even more than I already would
'Cause man I'm looking good 

And I really don't care what you think or what you say
Either that or I do way too much, oh well, whatever, either way
My hearts empty and I'm trying to fill it up
But it's not big enough for the both of us
And I really don't care what you think or what you say
I'm a cancer, I'm malignant, yeah you ought to stay away
My hearts fucking empty and I'm trying to fill it up
But it's not big enough for the both of us
No it's not big enough for the both of us
No it's not big enough for the both of us.

...And If I Did, You Deserved It. ("In case I make it," Outtake) - Knitting Factory, Spokane, WA

Aw Rats

Dont Trust The Devil

Trust The Devil

NOTHING HERE IS MADE BY ME, EVERYTHING BELONGS TO WILL WOOD

Laplace's Angel (2018 Live In Studio Demo)

neutral ending (ending 1 of 2) - cricket!

"Grinding against the social norms of the world is not an easy thing to do, especially when you have know it all pseudo intellectuals spewing utter nonsense in your ear around every corner. 

Being a hateful mouth breathing loser is one thing, but pretending your hate is based on scientific research is another level of dumb. Backwards semi-understood utilitarian thinking is one of the stupidest things to believe in our world today. Any system of ethics that doesn’t favor compassion is ridiculous at best and fascist at worst. People will use any excuse in the book to keep their hate filled mindsets intact. I mean have you ever heard of having actual human decency? Ever hear about compassion? Just being fucking nice? 

Everywhere you look people are scared of having their way of life changed, and instead of being open minded to the times that are a-changing they turn to echo chambers, debate influencers, and at worst: literal conspiracy theories."
– Cricket!



LYRICS

(One, two, three, four!)

Cutting off the subtlety, who needs it anyways?
My logic will keep me safe until the end of days
Cut him up, ripped out his eyes
Prepared him to be crucified
If everything turns out my way, then we just might survive

'Cuz you're a big, strong man, a thinker and a saint
You've got big, big plans to justify your hate
You're a phony and a pessimist, a far cry from a scientist
You'll jump through hoops to justify the loss of human life

You've got a new trolley problem that'll put us to the test
And a modern-day interpretation of the fate of Sisyphus
Your blood is formed from your echo chamber corner of the internet
A walking Frankensteined amalgam, human Ship of Theseus

Exceptions to everything on the list
"You can't be yourself, come on, think of the kids!"
Accessories born to a life of war crimes
Through logic, we'll find you should take your own life

You're not playing devil's advocate, you're simply just
An attention-starved contrarian that's overwhelmed with lust!
I guess you're not an evil person, you're just misunderstood
And all the poverty and misery is for the greater good

It's nihilism, stoicism that controls your thoughts
Well, it would be if you understood the concepts that you flaunt
I don't think I'm making progress, I don't think I'll change your mind
So by your own logic it'd be better if you died

(One, two, three, four!)

You've got a new trolley problem that was never really fair
It's not subjective analytics that you never really cared
You're an idiot, a liar, a stupid fucking loser
And a poster boy to subject for the likes of Dunning-Kruger

You claim it's possible, not probable, to get under your skin
That's because you see communities as just a game to win
The means of production can't be seized through automatics
I don't need a lecture on the benefits of new eugenics

If morality is subjective by its own definition
I guess it's fine that we shoot at any sign of opposition
"Please, don't blame me! I was just following orders!
I was told to kill and maim anyone looking at the border!"

Someday you'll reap the seeds you sow, when you find yourself alone
Clean the glass walls of your home, then go back to throwing stones
When the world begins to shatter, when your rhetoric doesn't matter
When we reconstruct the ladder, hold the tongue of empty chatter
Not a game of "Would you rather", does that fit into your planner?

(God, you really believe all of that, don't you? Oh, boy...)

(One, two, three, four)

Through the uncanny valley, standing on a box of soap
And a cliff-hanging finale complete with 50 feet of rope
You're debating undergrads who are just scared of being shot
Your little questions aren't that clever, you're just an annoying little fuck

You claim that it's a "free country", citing freedom of speech
Yet complain the game is rigged when you even hear the word "impeach"
If your crusade is so righteous, and you can put me in my place
Prove to me, you're not a coward and just say it to my face

trolley problem - cricket!

"Sometimes the best lessons you can learn in life is to be relentlessly pummeled into the concrete ground. But like Mick Foley who was thrown off Hell in a cell and plummeted 16 feet through the announce table, you got back up and keep fucking fighting. 

Sometimes you need to be slammed through the top of a cage, survive only due to a botched chokeslam, got your teeth knocked up into your nose, then continue to fight the 7' tall undead monster for 10 more minutes. Sometimes losing IS winning. (figure out your own fridge magnet quote idk this shit is hard.)"
–Cricket!



LYRICS

I think it's time we grab the medic, I never really was all that athletic
But I did the math, I thought that I could make the jump
Don't you know that you'll never be enough?
Don't you know that I always get back up?
Don't you know I don't want anything else but this?

You think a 25 foot leap is gonna keep me down for three?
I don't think you know who you're messing with
You think 150 tacks are gonna keep me on my back?
I don't think you know who you're messing with

Covered in my own blood, smelling my own teeth
I do it for the crowd, no, I do it all for me
I do it all my life, I do it for Mankind
Do it for mankind

I think it's time we get to business, I swear that it'll only take a minute
Maybe I'm a jobber and I'll never not get squashed
Don't you know that you'll never be enough?
Don't you know that I like getting fucked up?
Don't you know I worked my ass off to get here?

You think a sharp barbed wire bat is gonna keep me on my back?
I don't think you know who you're messing with
Diving through a flaming table is nothing less than fatal
I don't think you know who you're messing with
So I'll get buried alive, yet somehow never die
I don't think you know who you're messing with
Lose my fucking teeth, but get back on my feet
I don't think you know who you're messing with
Tear off half my ear, but I'm still standing here
I don't think you know who you're messing with

Covered in my own blood, smelling my own teeth
I do it for the crowd, no, I do it all for me
I'll do it all my life, I do it for my wife
I do it for the cheers, no I do it for the tears
Cause I still got the stones, I'll do it for my bones
I do it for a living, and I do it for a home
I'll do it all my life

I do it for mankind
I do it for mankind
I do it for mankind
I do it for mankind

(Have a nice day!)

mandible claw - cricket!

true ending (ending 2 of 2) - cricket!

THE PILLARS OF LUCIFERIANISM

1) Art Therapy for Latent Criminals
The concept that disturbing and frightening artwork, is a moral good, because it serves as a sedative,
for people who would otherwise potentially become violent.

2) The Juxtaposition of the Divine with the Profane, Mundane, and Vulgar
To put the divine next to the profane, the combination and contrast between the two,
Buddha ends up giving you a gun to murder God with, you will find this literally everywhere in my games and songs, high minded ideals "ruined" let's say, by low base human behaviors.

3) The world is an illusion - 999 MIND THEORY "you said the quiet part out loud"
My philosophy posits that the world around me is an illusion,
most likely created my own internal thoughts, it is like simulation theory,
because I believe the world is based on my thoughts. It is like solipsism,
as I am likely the only creature that actually exists, the rest of you being
like neurons both major and minor in my brain. Brendan Rose created this universe with own internal thoughts,
and nobody is real except for me..... well that's a really unusual theory,
one which has never been posited before. Think Solipsism, with a Brendan Rose Cult of Personality around the edges

ok, 
my philosophy has 3 pillars....

Good.

HEY YOU....
I'M DRINKING NOW, AND THINKING NOW,
WHY DON'T I GET DRUNK, AND POST

And I was absolutely fleeced by Chris Rock
no there absolutely is sex in the champaign room
maybe where you live it's not
here in Toronto, there is sex in the champaign room
I wish I'd known THAT, THANK'S A LOT!!!

This song is dedicated to John Coltrane
some people are a big fan of him

hmm

why don't we just GIVE it an agenda? >=)' 
hmmMMMm
and then it'll do things for me
hmmMMMMMMMm
You know...... YOU KNOW?

He keeps grabbin' the girls,
He's DRUNK.
I don't care how he came back to life,
He's keeps grabbin the girls,
He's drinking again, he's drunk,
Somebody get John Coltrane outta here.

[pause]

Somebody get John Coltrane outta here pronto,
He keeps grabbin the girls all around Toronto,
He keeps grabbin the girls, it happens EVERYDAY,
But he's John Coltrane, he gets away.

Somebody get John Coltrane outta here pronto,
He keeps grabbin all the girls all over Toronto,
He keeps grabbin all the girls, it happens MONDAY TO SUNDAY,
But he's John Coltrane, he's dead, he just walks away.

He keeps grabbin' the girls,
He's DRUNK.
I don't care how he came back to life,
He's keeps grabbin the girls,
He's drinking again, he's drunk,
Somebody get John Coltrane outta here.

[pause to infinity]
HMMM

HMMM

REMEMBER TO DO YOUR BUDDHA NATURE

AND ABSORB YOUR BUDDHA DRINKS

MAKE SURE TO DO EVERYTHING THE BUDDHA DID

...

EXCEPT ONE THING

...

WE DON'T TALK ABOUT IT

SOMEBODY get NO, no?

HMMM HMMM

YOU CAN RING THAT BELL, THAT'S FINE

HMMM

JUST DON'T DO THAT OTHER THING WE DNnn

WE DON'T TALK ABOUT IT

WE DON'T DO THAT

WE'RE BUDDHISTS

YEAH!

Somebody get John Coltrane outta here pronto,
He keeps grabbin the girls all around Toronto,
He keeps grabbin the girls, it happens EVERYDAY,
But he's John Coltrane, he gets away.

Somebody get John Coltrane outta here pronto,
He keeps grabbin all the girls all over Toronto,
He keeps grabbin all the girls, it happens MONDAY TO SUNDAY,
But he's John Coltrane, he's dead, he just walks away.

He keeps grabbin' the girls,
He's DRUNK.
I don't care how he came back to life,
He's keeps grabbin the girls,
He's drinking again, he's drunk,
Somebody get John Coltrane outta here.

He keeps grabbin' the girls,
He's DRUNK.
I don't care how he came back to life,
He's keeps grabbin the girls,
He's drinking again, he's drunk,
Somebody get John Coltrane outta here.

WAS THAT INTENSE ENOUGH FOR YOUR AGENDA?

WHEN YOU PUT THE MONOLITH INTO YOUR MIND?

AND YE- THIS IS A PIECE OF THE MONOLITH

IS THIS INTENSE ENOUGH FOR YOUR AGENDA

OR DO YOU HAVE SOME KINDA JUS-....

YOU BETTER NOT BE WITH THE 18 RUNE

THE ROAD TO RECOVERY IS WHAT I CALL THAT.

[slap]

THE WATERFALL IS SO WEIRD

KICKING JOHN COLTRAIN OUT OF THE STRIP CLUB IN PARADISE (13)

they/he/any

just uploading music that isnt here 👀 lol

trolley problem - cricket!

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