BRAINROT

SELF-iSH

2012 (Remastered)

& (Tally Hall)

Will Wood- Man I Love Being Drunk

You know I couldn’t hurt a fly, my friend, I’m not the type to step on ants
I’ve nearly cried for moths that die at porch light lamps
More for the plights of mice than men
See I myself have been stepped on so many times
It’s started to feel like my place
I’ve failed to fit into those nests that scrape the sky 
Is there room for me in your cage?

Animals are people too, but these people are animals
Hunt in packs and act as though that proves we can’t survive alone
I guess we just evolved disgust for prevention of infection though
Shame was an invention made for prisons, pales, and pest control
Yeah, sure, thumbs are great and all

But I just get “bare necessities," "Hakuna Matata"'s and "C’est le vie"'s,"
"Que sera sera”'s what a crock, I mean, 
Big talk for a chimpanzee!
You might seem behind bars, but friend, this cage is inside out.
It’s awful out here, Socrates.

I’ve never understood what humans do and want it’s quite confusing
To me to try to connect
Never learned how I should feel, instincts somehow stunted
Just seem haunted by my stupid urge to protect
Until frustration makes me wish my teeth were sharp as yours
Chew through their garage doors these carnivores will no more use my heart
They’d call me crazy, but their words all seem made up to me
Maybe they just need more friendship like yours

Gather ‘round pandora’s skinner’s box, look through the one-way-mirror
If you can see in shades of gray the colors are much clearer
Oh my friend, you’ve got a friend in me, et’s go make more enemies
Alhough my eyes face forward climb up on my shoulder
Sure you’ll see my point of view, I’d bring you with me

To the office in my pocket but the world would put us down
Lock me up and toss the key
You might seem behind bars, but friend, this cage is inside out
It’s dangerous out here Socrates
It’s lonely out here Socrates

Willard!

world go kaboom 



nothing here belongs to me !! music & image by will wood :]

2012 (live) - will wood

So here we go, I'm turning over the same old leaf again
The seraphim on my shoulder whispering "please don't turn your head,
'Cause if it weren't for the everything then anything could happen."
If anybody needs me, I'll be in my coffin.

Girl, I guess you're just my style, you know I dig you like a tomb
And I'm sorry for the things I've done and all I ask of you but please
Squeeze it in rhythm, prevent my heart from stopping
If you still want me come and find me in my coffin.

If you need me, I'll be in my coffin
You could come a-knockin' and I'll raise hell for you
Oh woah oh, If you need me, I'll be in my coffin
I'll be up day-walking, back from the dead for you.

If you need me, I'll be in my coffin
You could come a-knockin' and I'll raise hell for you
Oh, woah, oh, if you need me, I'll be in my coffin
I'll be up day-walking, back from the dead for you.

Well, maybe I should switch up the style of my mistakes
The hearts or promises I tend to prefer to break
Oh, but stop the world and melt with me, Friday I'm in love again
If you still want me come and find me in my coffin
Hold my hands, we'll dance the 12-step on my grave
I'd kill the man I am for one more chance to be yours, babe
No, I ain't begging. I'm just saying it's an option
Don't let the latest be the last nail in the coffin.

If you need me, I'll be in my coffin
You could come a-knock - and I'll raise hell for you
Oh, woah, oh, If you need me, I'll be in my coffin
I'll be up day-walking, back from the dead for you.

Vampire Reference in a Minor Key - World Café Live, Philadelphia, PA

Salt on the glass, coke on the knife
Is there anything left to escape but life?
I didn't sign
I didn't sign up for this

May today lose what yesterday won
Hope that tomorrow I'll get something done
I'm gonna run
I'm gonna run out of time

But, I'll tell you what, I'm not afraid to die
I'm more afraid of what might happen first
Either way it's not like we'll get out alive
I can't say that I know which one is worse

Everything's useless, especially songs
I think the truth is that everyone's wrong
Still sing along
Still sing a long, long time

I might keep looking for nothing to find
They say "Keep trucking, it's all in your mind,
Jimmy, you're fine, "
End of the line, gaining speed
Wrapping trees

But, I'll tell you what, I'm not afraid to die
I'm more afraid of what might happen first
Either way it's not like we'll get out alive
I can't say that I know which one is worse

But, I'll tell you what, I'm not afraid to die
I'm more afraid of what might happen first
Either way it's not like we'll get out alive
I can't say that I know which one is worse

Jimmy Mushrooms' Last Drink - Austin City Limits, Austin, TX

The greener grass grows where the wildfires fertilize
With ashes of sparrows, peppered moths, and butterflies
Ghosts of trees and termites bloom in the beanstalk

And if you get lightheaded when standing too fast
Is it from shaking out the weight of phosphenes and pasts
Salt deposits on warm little rivers that burst from our words

And god knows crying ain’t gonna change a thing
She said “take care,” but I take more than I bring.

She said “It just feels inhumane to lose this much”
Cause when you leave, you know you take more than your love
Just one week of cicada days we’re losing touch
And I know it just feels inhumane to lose this much.

Our nerves were braided under ceiling stars, they were all
Glow-in-the-dark, hanging over queen-sized 
Purple waves of ancient chemicals
Just whisper

Did you ever build with those endangered bones?
Well the ground looks soft enough to bury this now
Oh please, oh no.

And then my sponsor said “Do nothing. Nothing works.”
And it really did.
And then my doctor said “Don’t do that if it hurts.”

She said “It just feels inhumane to lose this much.”
Cause when you leave, you know you take more than your love.
The seasons of cicada days we can’t make up
And I know it just feels inhumane to lose this much.

Let all my red flags fade to white, yeah, I give up
Don’t let me leave, I’ll only take more than I gave. Okay, I’ll pack my stuff
Here at the end of days, my god, what have I done?
Christ now it feels damn inhumane to get all I've dreamed of

Keep coming back, it works if you work it
So work it, you’re worth it, it won’t if you don’t
One day at a time, tomorrow’s too late, amen.

Cicada Days - Knitting Factory, Spokane, WA

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

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

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