A-Block Gets His Freak On
by Asher Wycoff
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Digital Album
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Good Morning, Damocles
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Ovenhead and Rockpockets
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Fear Cocoon
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Copenhagen
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Abuser Wanted
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Dead Man's Float
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Lockhart in Repose
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Nightwalker
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See More Glass
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Goodbye, Dionysius
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about
Lo-fi folk-type songs written and recorded in late 2011 and early 2012. Most of these songs were written very quickly, so many of them are a little sloppy, but that's okay. When A-Block gets his freak on, he likes it sloppy. I don't know what that means. Anyway, drinking game for this album: Take a shot every time I say "everything."
credits
released 25 May 2012
Songs written and recorded by Asher Wycoff with occasional samples from various sources. See individual track pages for details.
Songs written and recorded by Asher Wycoff with occasional samples from various sources. See individual track pages for details.
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license
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Asher Wycoff is a guy who, among other things, writes songs sometimes. These are some of his songs.
discography
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Sep 2012 -
May 2012 -
Jan 2012 -
Nov 2011 -
Nov 2010
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- Track Name: Good Morning, Damocles
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Sleep stood me up again
So I wander a waking dream
Dim pastel blues
Color the whole dismal scene
How is everyone else so damn organized?
They keep track of everything I've said
I swear everyone's out to get me
Can't make a move or I'm dead
Good morning, Damocles
I hope you slept all right
Good morning, Damocles
Did the sword keep you up all night?
Sleep stood me up again
I wish I could break up with him
The bird on the roof won't stop scratching
It's gonna come rip off my skin
And I'm pretty sure I have work to do
But I keep putting everything off
I don't need to go to the doctor
Just to turn my head and cough
Good morning, Damocles
I hope you slept all right
Good morning, Damocles
Did the sword keep you up all night? - Track Name: Young Romance (Love Song #2)
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What kinda New Age bullshit is she on about now?
Telling me to find my spirit animal, I'm asking how
Nothing she says is interesting
There's nothing that could make it
Maybe if I pretend to like Coldplay
She'll let me see her naked
But probably not
She acts so damn special -- she says she is, so she can
She knows nothing about me, but she knows who I am
Nothing about me is right for her
There's nothing that could make it
Maybe if I pretend to like her poetry
She'll let me see her naked
But probably not - Track Name: Ovenhead and Rockpockets
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Joker jury, sound and fury
Filled with slurry, getting blurry
Broken stories, allegories
Bastard Tories, Dad's on Maury
Where the beauty in the world?
Where's the bottom of the pit?
All the blood I gave to you
Everything still went to shit
Head in oven, rocks in pockets
Belts in rafters, knives in sockets
Shit in front yard, shirts on gravel
Judge in courtroom, blood on gavel
Where the beauty in the world?
Where's the bottom of the pit?
All the blood I gave to you
Everything still went to shit
You fucking bitch - Track Name: Parasitic Brain Worm Causes Homosexual Urges
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Friends tell me about you as if I wouldn't know
I'm still feeding this parasite you gave me long ago
It's coiled in my gut and hatching eggs in my head
Releasing toxic thoughts that I know aren't true
It drives me to this perverse self-entertainment
'Cause the boy in the video looks just like you
I hid in the bathroom, kicked open the stall doors
Flipped over the trash can, shoved it across the floor
I turned all the faucets on to soften the noise
Of me screaming about the things I would do
You're always off somewhere with somebody else
But the boy in the video looks just like you - Track Name: Fear Cocoon
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I hold the drops under my tongue, then swallow it all back
Everything will be okay for the next few hours
I watch Seattle bloom, dim fluorescent petals
Then it withers in the dark, the dying flower
You scare the hell out of me
I crawl sluggishly along through the rotting streets at night
Style to style, branch to branch, door to door
I find someplace deserted, spin myself in silk
You win; I can't do this anymore
You scare the hell out of me - Track Name: Copenhagen
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I remember her voice.
She did that diphthong
on her short As
that a lot of midwesterners do.
And I'm on my back
on my unmade bed.
The ceiling has a distorted angle and arch,
like a Picasso through a fisheye lens.
I hear her saying to me,
"Hold on. I'm gonna hang up and call you back."
The cat is simultaneously at the foot of the bed
and in the hallway.
I'm a passenger in my own body.
She says my name,
said it two days ago,
will always say it,
and she does that diphthong
on the short A
that a lot of midwesterners do.
I should be happy. - Track Name: It's Bitter Cold, I Am Sick at Heart, and Other Observations
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Locked in the bathroom, I hear you screaming epithets
It's dark and frigid, and I'm freezing to death
Soaking in self-harm -- I'm too young to be thinking like this
Then again, I'm too young for a lot of things I do
My head is split open and my stomach is bloated
All of our hardships are just things we've gloated
About time we fell through the thin ice we've skated on
For years now, ever since the first time we spoke
I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry
There's so much I could've done
I think through all the routes we could've taken differently
Prevent all the bleeding and rotting inside of me
And inside of you, everything's so obvious
Now that it's too late to do anything to help either of us - Track Name: Abuser Wanted
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Got that empty sidewalk feel under my feet
Got that marijuana taste under my tongue
Got those sexual memories playing in my head
I'm running out of time if I still plan on dying young
Won't you call me an asshole?
Won't you kick me in the balls?
Give me something to work with
I'm climbing up the walls
Won't you call me a faggot?
Won't you leave me bleeding?
If I'm gonna feel awful
I might as well have a reason
Where's the violence in the world?
Where's the strength to throw a fit?
All the love I took from you
And everything still went to shit
I'm such a dick - Track Name: Dead Man's Float
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Just look at you
You're staring at the mirror
Wearing a bitter grin
Here's what you'll do
You'll drag the chair, come up for air
Watch the tide come in
You'll stumble to your bed
Lie down on your back
Practice your dead man's float
Wait for everything to turn to black
Just look at you
You've slipped a strip of leather through the top
Of the bathroom door
Here's what you'll do
You'll climb on down back to the ground
To complain some more
You'll stumble to your bed
Lie down on your back
Practice your dead man's float
Wait for everything to turn to black - Track Name: Lockhart in Repose
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Sixteen, left alone in San Diego
Mom doesn't want her next of kin
Where's a kid like you supposed to go?
Find an older boy to take you in
Through the wall you can hear the neighbor's alarm clock beeping
One night he takes a picture of you sleeping
Bite your bottom lip
Pretend the camera ain't there
Some movies later, thanks to a fake ID
A kid like you can't always hold his breath
Mistakes don't go away and you can't turn the page
When Bryan's gotten stabbed and burnt to death
Everyone's a suspect and everyone's at large
Why the hell do we put anyone in charge?
Bite your bottom lip
Pretend the camera ain't there
Enjoy yourself while there's still something to enjoy
Shave off your body hair - Track Name: Nightwalker
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Walking down Aurora like I'm walking to my grave
Homeless guy asks me if I'm going to the rave
Says there'll be hoes my age
And there's no minimum wage
I'm just another sorry bastard saying he don't wanna know
On a bus that's going somewhere he don't wanna go
In the company of young men who've finished up their wills
Writing stupid poems and taking pills
Waiting for another bus by a light rail station
Neckbeard tells me our taxis cost the most in the nation
We beat Boston every year
Why the hell are we living here?
I'm just another sorry bastard saying he don't wanna know
On a bus that's going somewhere he don't wanna go
In the company of young men who've finished up their wills
Writing stupid poems and taking pills - Track Name: See More Glass
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Had a dream that I was in a psych ward
Now everywhere I look I see white sheets
The tape loops in my head stuck on repeat
It's all I wanna listen to
It's all I'm moving toward
Evan didn't have any friends in eighth grade
By the end of the year, neither did I
So we got along; he was a pretty nice guy
That's all I can think about now
I wish he'd stayed
I'm my own principality
I retreat from this reality
With my schizoid personality
And latent homosexuality
My eyes are kinda heavy, sunlight beating through
If there is a God, let Him take me away
Take me anywhere else, back into the gray
That's all I really wanna do
Just get away from you
I'm my own principality
I retreat from this reality
With my schizoid personality
And latent homosexuality
I know all my weaknesses, my anger and my lust
So I keep to myself because that's who I can trust
You promise me you'll be here if I need you
That isn't much help 'cause I don't think I can see you - Track Name: Goodbye, Dionysius
- There are no lyrics, dingus.
