I Know You Can Look 'em Out In Genious And Shi Like That... And if you are a reall William Sticks and the EarthWorms you should Know 'em But here are all the lyrics: **6Up 5oh Cop-out (Pro / Con)**: Six-up, five-oh, pigs come, I cop n’ go The blotter shows they got me on the rocks like Galapagos Good luck finding critters creepy as me They shoulda fried me, I’ll give ya PTSD Vodka shots droppin’ down the throat they been stompin’ on Cockin’ guns, lockin’ up, the quotas all for shock n’ awe Drivin’s tirin’, and I been hot-wirin’ To make my get away from the jailbreak riot and Cellmates scrapin’ upon the bricks in the basement Tryin’ to escape this probation generation Too late, crazy fucker’s gotta do the time Committed to the mental ward, committing all the crimes I’m alive and kickin’ till the split ends fray Maybe plead insane, guilty, but I’m not to blame I’m a slave to the main vein, sprayin’ on the mainframe Suffering the infrastructure, hoping I can maintain Oh, how I know, how I go, how I go Ask me a question, the answer I know Yes or no, options don’t weigh out, and so I don’t ever see the cons and the pros You bear a striking resemblance (Some kind of semblance of somethin’ I been rememberin’) You appear familiar, dear (You look just like my bathroom mirror) Please, policeman, no heel-to-toe Oh please, let me go Please, policeman, is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest The drunk-tank’s blood red, junkie’s gonna relapse Some think punk’s dead, me, I don’t believe that Rock n’ roll gatherin’ the moss till I be that Lichen-coated boulder, make you slip, bust your kneecap Open on the Amazon, hide the cure for cancer I’m Lance Armstrong, you’re the necromancer Slash n’ burn, crash into the 42nd answer All my fellow skeletons adore the army ants here Flies on my eyeballs, scabs on my elbows Heaven knows God’s sittin’ up there like, “Hell no!” Only one thing comes to those who wait It's never too late to embrace your fate May death come swiftly and gently to you Mayhem, cry mayday, and oncoming doom Save your convictions, they never will do What you say’s at least 1/6 billionth true You bare a striking resemblance (Some kind of semblance of somethin’ I been rememberin’) You appear familiar, dear (You look just like my bathroom mirror) Please, policeman, no heel-to-toe Oh please, let me go Please, policeman, is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest Am I being detained? (Yes, you are) Am I under arrest? (Yes, you are) Read me my rights, please (No) I want my phone call Please policeman, no heel-to-toe Oh please, let me go Please policeman, is it a test? I won’t know till I’m ba-ba-ba-ba-ba Please, policeman, no heel-to-toe Oh please, let me go Please, policeman, is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest **Skeleton Apretiation Day in Vestal, NY (Bones)**: To cut down on my silhouette My favorite foods are smoke and hearts My leftovers fret, 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 obviously, 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? 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 show me your bones? My bones, your bones Tell me you can see my bones My bones, your bones Tell me you can see them Ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh ooh ooh ooh Ooh, ooh ooh ooh ooh ooh Da-da-da-da-da-da-da da da da da "A moment on the lips, a lifetime on the hips" "Your stomach isn't growling, it's applauding" "Hipbones or pizza?" "Coffee, smokes, and cold diet Coke" "Mad as a hatter, thin as a dime" "Resist or regret?" "Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels" **Front Street**: "Quick while she turns her back, slip it in" 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 I'll find The fetid stench of bad intentions hangs in the sweat I'm in a sauna hot with trauma, and I'm tryin' to forget All the masochistic rapture missteps Imminent pleasure's ready to cut to the bone You said, “Let loose,” but now you're lost While I tied my 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 On Front Street Loose lips sink ships, but captain, will you go down? Float your boat 'til overboard and hoping to drown Tell me what prevented you from coming downtown all 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 bones 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 I tied my 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 On Front Street, yeah ("And they completely goddamn disrespected me! Little idiots! Idiots! I was completely respectful. They're supposed to be my brothers, right? They're my brothers? No, no, that's not fun. What they were doing wasn't fun. They kept zapping us and zapping us. Idiots! Savages! Idiots! Idiots!") ("Step right up, folks! Get yourself a big, meaty fill of some of the most noxious, toxic, obnoxious, disgusting shit in the world! How vile can you be?") 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 Always a good time on Front Street Last call for morals, better cover your drink Sodom and Gomorrah'd, let it go down the sink Last call for morals, better cover your drink Sodom and Gomorrah'd, let it go down the sink Last call for morals, better cover your drink Sodom and Gomorrah'd, let it go down the sink Last call for morals, better cover your drink Good times on Front Street
**Aikido! (Neurotic/Erotic)**: I apologize for playing with your eyes, but I’m obsessed with you Rolling out of bed is morning in my head, ‘cause I’m obsessed with you Rose mirages into vases, I don’t stand a chance Quiet girls with wrist corsages, cordial silence, I can’t dance Holding breath by graveyards, salt over my shoulder, I’m obsessed with you Rainbow-walking cave-heart never will be bolder, I’m obsessed with you Chickenscratch Rembrandts of your likeness, all this nonsense makes me think My insides cry “try thy finest” - why, then, am I at my brink? Hm-hm-hm-hm-hm hm, hm-hm-hm-hm-hm hm, hm hm hm Hm-hm-hm-hm-hm hm, hm-hm-hm-hm-hm hm, hm hm hm I told Doctor Tillis to prescribe an illness, but he said his schedule's filled with Children who need Prozac, Prilosec and Lo-jack Triple-sec and Lexapro for second-guesses, drugs that heal So we can touch instead of feel Oh, I apologize for playing with your eyes, but I’m obsessed with you Bite your tongue and smile, stick around a while. I’m obsessed with you Neurotic erotic, neurotic erotic, neurotic erotic, neurotic erotic I’m obsessed with you Hm-hm-hm-hm-hm hm, hm-hm-hm-hm-hm hm, hm hm hm hm **White Knuckle Jerk (Where Do You Get Off?)**: She’s got the eyes of a snake Loaded dice raising stakes from a cash cow I’ll be her burn victim, hypothermic, so damn hot Come to smiling like I blacked out in Glasgow I woke up in the name that I wore last night To the sound of an empty bed And it’s ringing in my ears just like Sweet nothings from the voices in my head Where do you get off being so goddamn beautiful? Oh lord, don’t ask me what I mean Where do you get off being so goddamn beautiful? Oh lord She’s got the touch of an anesthesiologist Please put me under Because I tremble with the notion that there’s something unsaid But numb my head, I’ll mumble reticently I wonder how I I woke up in the middle of my surgery And I watched them botch my heart Only the second worst thing that I could’ve thought was “This won’t have to end if it doesn’t start” Where do you get off being so goddamn beautiful? Oh lord, don’t ask me what I mean Where do you get off being so goddamn beautiful? Oh lord I’ll never know, I’ll never know, I’ll never know I’ll never know what it’s like, what it’s like to love you I’ll never know, I’ll never know, I’ll never know I’ll never know what it’s like, what it’s like to love you Where do you get off being so goddamn beautiful? Oh lord, heart bluer than my balls Where do you get off being so goddamn beautiful? Oh lord, just say that it’s on me **(Cover This Song) A Little Bit Mine**: 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, now it works But only enough for just to suffer that hurt, woah oh oh oh 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 Just a little bit mine I never thought, and if I did, I forgot while blacked out 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 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 Just a little bit mine I’ll be here singing til our heartbeats might slip back 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 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 Just a little bit mine (is 3 in the mornin for me rn, so continuing this later)
(continuing this shi) Thermodinamic Lawyer, Esq, G.F.D.: Tearing the hair off a black baboon's skull Here's a bitch with some four-thousand names Vomiting lies through her theremin throat As some businessmen pick at her brains Pulls back skinny lips to reveal a proboscis Seems Seth Brindle's at it again Tears pages from spines as she judges the cover And shamelessly spoils the end Blood vessels drying and curling inside are Unfurling from out of her wrists Well, she wrings out a snake and collects all its poison Intending to learn it to hiss Foams at the mouth with a head full of acid And giving some poor illness the blame Knocking the pieces the fuck off the chessboard Insisting that she's won the game So all that I see absolute entropy As the chemical bonds fall apart Well, it seems she broke me But I swear she could not break my heart She could not break my heart, oh lord Makes up excuses for throbbing black bruises And uses them to her advantage Never came down from her last trip, oh Jesus Disease is her primary language Garbled and gruesome, her words so absurd Like a herd of transmissions from Apollo 13 No apology, I request misery So no rest 'til I've twisted her chest round my knee So squeal like a trolley wheel, cry like a baby With autism strapped to a ceiling fan Soil your visage with mucus and twisting of features unable to stand Buckle your knees looking up at me And beg me to spare thee the back of my hand For the sake of humanity, die of your blight We're blessed, you're barren as Mojave sands So all that I see absolute entropy As the chemical bonds fall apart Well, it seems she broke me But I swear she could not break my heart, whoa Now all that I see absolute entropy As the chemical bonds fall apart Well, it seems she broke me But I swear, she can go fucking die (kill yourself) You can go fucking die (kill yourself) Go fucking die (kill yourself) Kill yourself and go die RED MOON: 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 matter's in then I might space out Why can’t I take in what you’ve been dishing out? Why do I reject while you endlessly reflect? 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 spirits 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 all 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 Lysergide Daydream: 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 'bout two miles from downtown 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 a place to bathe my two bare, tired, and worn out feet No, I don't believe There's a place I can call A place to get away from it all No, I don't believe There's a place I can call A place to get away from it
The First Step: You could say I'm plastered 'cause I hit the wall I lost count after 21 In the college crawl Well, I been a boozin' bastard They're callin' me edward forty-hands, I can't touch anyone With an enemy like me, who would need a friend? Nevermind, I'm drunk Well, we've had enough power since the blackout started For an EKG for the broken-hearted I try to see the glass as half full But I'd probably just drink that too Glass half full I'd probably just drink that too Well, I'm the reason they call it an Irish goodbye And I hope I don't choke on my vomit tonight Well, I bet that the bottle of brandy's so bitter'd Be better than bitin' the bullet and betterin' myself Sorry if I slur Take my anxiety and my sobriety I'll kill two birds with one stoner So if you see me please, take my keys I don't wanna be an organ donor Well, we've had enough power since the blackout started For an EKG for the broken-hearted I try to see the glass as half full But I'd probably just drink that too Glass half full I'd probably just drink that too Well, I'm going down and I'm taking you with me I'm bringing the water to the horse So bring me the hair of the dog that bit me So I can clone it and have a little more, haha Well, we've had enough power since the blackout started For an EKG for the broken-hearted I try to see the glass as half full Even when I'm empty, half full I try to see the glass as half full But I'd probably just Glass half full I'd probably just drink that too I'd probably just drink that too jimmy mushrooms' last drink: Bedtime in Wayne, NJ: 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
Chemical Overreaction / Compound Failure: Nettles on my saddle and a badge on my vest Better bet I’ll never settle and I never could rest Till the sunrise dies and sets in the west A rattlesnake bite and a bullet in my chest I won’t stop to drop to draw a line in the sand ‘Cause I’ll be picked apart to pieces by coyotes I’m a lizard in the hand of the medicine man Who is the wizard of the land on wild peyote, woah Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m taking action Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m gaining traction Aye aye, I eye my eyes, no more distractions I’m done relaxing, I am a chemical reaction Bienvenidos a la villa de arañas españas Where the sentimental value of the city around you Is deleted obsolete and still completely will stun you I’m tripping like a klutz and I’m rolling like thunder I’m a snot nosed pothead playing with matches A rotten spot of mold with my hands on a cactus My mouth is dry and my eyes are red I’m chewing on sand ‘cause the desert’s in my head Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m taking action Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m gaining traction Aye aye, I eye my eyes, no more distractions I’m done relaxing, I am a chemical reaction Wretch and pule this panoramic Stretched out view is fat with panic Precognition lacks in hindsight We caught the illness back before the twilight I might be a saint worth steeples I might be the brain of evil Bad things happen to good people Good things happen to me Everything Is A **LOT** (song): 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 ¨ **DESTROY TO ENJOY**: We are Bodhisattva, we are Buddha, dying, waking up As butterflies who fall asleep as Mahaprajnaparamita We cut down our Bodhi Trees, burn Dalai Lama as a witch From Shangri-La to Auschwitz, we barter, karma is a bitch Glory be satori but it's hallucinatory And it's 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
hello fellow will wood fans family friends and sports fans this is my friend and i am their friend and this was me they were saying about i am converting them. : )
skeleton appreciation day is such a parasitic song . someone please talk about it like dear lord the instruments sort of sound nice and inviting yet also just some sort of poisonous. i could be tripping with this though, i am practically illiterate in this equation. i just get the sense of a fake icky positivity. i feel the lyrics also give this impression, like it sounds like a strange romantic song? (i saw someone once interpret it that way, at least) but it's not that at all. i see it as more like a sort of coercion(?) like, hey, this unhealthy eating business is so cool,,, it also feels there's awareness of the wrongness in a sense. (???) (also i could see it as just ,,, stuff about someones true self ,, idk im tired i edited this paragraph in im too lazy im going to take a nap ill be back sports fans) idk. this is probably a pretty shallow comment. i have no experience with this sort of stuff, however i feel as though i still somewhat relate, as i have experience with self injury. it just seems like it's a fine and dandy thing when it absolutely isn't, and is ultimately very much damaging. if i wrote this correctly. yell at me if i'm wrong or something in any way,,, have a good day people ALSO talk to me about this song i want to talk about this song
I actually made it! Here a google drive link, because I can’t think of any better way to share it at the moment. drive.google.com/file/d/1PlHaz524JV5flp5x8LlBKEXX4_UhFm-d/view?usp=drivesdk
@@Vacaroni fair, i'd imagine it to be difficult. it's fine though, usually when i listen to music i'm off doing stuff. so it doesn't bother me. good day :0)
@@alger723 since when did.i have secondhand vanitys !? in my LAWN nonetheless?!? mr boy is probably pulling some trick on me again. damn that boy!!! i'll get you, mr boy!!! if it's the last thing i doooo!!!!
@@BANon99 i'm not sure what trauma to the fusiform gyrus has to do with him standing there? i guess he sees something that isn't quite there, mayhaps a secondhand vanity as alger723 suggested, but it's been 5 weeks. why is he still there? standing there for 5 weeks? i would say that he's actually a statue but i've seen him move. i guess i'll just have to help my kids get over the fear, otherwise i have no clue what to do. he won't budge.
