From the album "I Can't Handle Change".  Available at anxietymachinerecords.com

ROAR - I Can't Handle Change

5/10 OF THE NORMAL ALBUM
HALF WAY THERE BABY

…Well, Better Than The Alternative

ASS TITS SCIENCE, THESE WERE THE INGREDIENTS FOR CHERNOBYL

BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA

Love, Me Normally

RISK, RISK, RISK!

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

Ooh, I wanna be in the picture on the postcard 
Pouring pitchers in the backyard by the garden we tend. 
Ooh, I wanna be where the crickets chirp for me 
Frogs that fractal at my feet 
By the dirt road dead end. 
Where the matches burn like candles, no locks on the doors 
We can blow the seeds of dandelions, wish for nothing more 
Where the sunrise comes early, but the night’s still plenty long 
And the constellations mirror glistening dewdrops on the lawn 
I feel the grass between my toes already. 

Ooh, I wanna be, in a place I can call a place to get away from it all. 

Ooh I wanna be, in the autumn pastel landscape 
An odd, attractive escape on the outskirts of town 
Ooh I wanna be, where it’s always apple season 
Underneath the dancing trees where we know up is down. 
Where the television’s broken and the campfire’s smoking 
And we’re hopeful for tomorrow cause we know we had today. 
We’re laughing and we’re joking with no criticism spoken 
If the clouds come out and drown the town we’ll still go out and play 
I feel the hands that I can hold already. 

Ooh, I wanna be, in a place I can call a place to get away from it all. 

I know the day is far away, and if it comes it will not stay. 
But I can’t chase the flavor from my mind. 
Well this is my lysergide daydream. It’s not a plan, not half a scheme 
To find the lake to bathe my two bare feet. 

Ooh, I wanna be, in a place I can call a place to get away from it all. 
Ooh, I wanna be, in a place I can call a place to get away from it.

Lysergide Daydream

Front Street, from "Everything is a Lot."

I’m in a meat-pack plant by the gutterside 
A slaughterhouse apartment with a slice of lime 
I’m cruisin’ with the bruisers, boozin’, I’ll be a suitor, losing my mind. 
Because there’s nothing to find. 
The fetid stench of bad intentions hangs in the sweat 
I’m in a sauna hot with drama and I’m tryin’ to forget 
All the masochistic rapture mis-steps 
Imminent pleasure’s ready to cut. To the bone. 
You said “let loose!” But now you’re lost. 
While you tied your boots like a tightrope noose. 
The problem chased the taste of the cause. 
While the evidence supports the truth. Is 80 enough proof for you? 

Here’s to my lady and I’m coming inside 
Drink to me baby, and what’s left of what’s right. 
It’s easier to use and lose than never to have used you 
On a fucked up Saturday night. Good times on Front Street. 

Loose lips sink ships, captain, will you go down? 
Float your boat and overboard and hoping to drown. 
Tell me what prevented you from coming downtown alone. 
Because we know you’re not afraid. 
This chastity is Greek to me, the meat is still fresh 
The gnashing teeth will masticate the bone from the flesh 
Since nobody will tell me where these bastards go, I’ll see for myself. 
I think they might go to hell. 
You said “let loose!” But now you’re lost. 
While you tied your boots like a tightrope noose. 
The problem chased the taste of the cause. 
While the evidence supports the truth. Is 80 enough proof for you? 

Here’s to my lady and I’m coming inside 
Drink to me baby, and what’s left of what’s right. 
It’s easier to use and lose than never to have used you 
On a fucked up Saturday night. Good times on Front Street. 

LAST CALL FOR MORALS, BETTER COVER YOUR DRINK 
SODOM AND GOMORRA’D LET IT GO DOWN THE SINK

Front Street

Music and Lyrics by Will Wood
Featuring
Dave English/Thomas Finch on Drums, Ben Scardo on Upright Bass, Will Wood on Guitar/Piano/Vocals/Kazoo/Backups

To cut down on my silhouette, my favorite food are smoke and hearts.
My leftover frets forget stiletto-self vendettas, while my cracking backbone lacks but backs up my false starts. 
All nightmares start as dreams and I hear my subconscious screaming. 
They say that beauty’s just skin deep, so naturally, please show me your- 

Bones, bones, bones 
Let me see your bones 
Well I don’t wanna know if the feeling follows home. 
Bones, bones, bones 
Hell, we’re all alone 
If I come home, baby, will you show your bones? 

Lumps in throats and petticoats, your baby teeth would pray for you. 
A selfish book is always open, and some of the best liars only want the truth. 
All love starts as a scheme, so wake me up, I’m tired of sleeping. 
They say that beauty’s just skin deep. So rip it off and please show me your 

Bones, bones, bones 
Let me see your bones 
Well I don’t wanna know if the feeling follows home. 
Bones, bones, bones 
Hell, we’re all alone 
If I come home, baby, will you show your bones? 

All nightmares start as dreams, all love starts as a scheme. 
Give me all your LSD so I can feel my mind unweave again. 
They say that beauty’s just skin deep. 
So Ana stands and rends the rancid meat from her 

Bones, bones, bones 
Let me see your bones 
Well I don’t wanna know if the feeling follows home. 
Bones, bones, bones 
Hell, we’re all alone 
If I come home, baby, will you show your bones? 

Bones, bones, bones 
I can see my bones 
Well I don’t wanna know if the feeling follows home. 
Bones, bones, bones 
Hell, we’re all alone 
If I come home, baby will you see my bones?

Ben and Socrates

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