Will Wood: Vocals, Backup Vocals, Keys, Guitar track 2, 4, 11
Mike Bottiglieri: Guitars on track 12
Dave English: Drums tracks 2, 6, 7, 9, 11
Thomas Finch: All other drums, additional drums track 2
James Horvath: Guitar tracks 1, 3, 5, 7, 8,
Vater Boris: Upright & electric bass
Dan Chetnik: Saxophone, Clarinet, Flute
Jonathon Maisto: Bass Track 4
Gang Performances: Jennifer Agront, Mike Bottiglieri, Michael Bridda, Cheska Colombo, Holly Dubin, Amanda Feliciano, Jordan Fernandez, Gabriel Francis, Kara Kittredge, Rebecca Paddon, Alex Ryan, Daniel Patrick Sheridan, Theodore Oliver Simpson, Timothy Francis Simpson, Matt Veeneechei, Gabby Vicedomini, Mike Yablon, Haolun Xu.
Special thanks to the folks at Backroom: Jon, Kevin, Scot, whoever tolerated my hovering about. My parents for funding so much of this even though my music spooks ‘em. They guy with the milk- was his name Kevin too? God, the milk thing was weird. Mike Bottiglieri, Dave English, and Mike Battista- although their full musical contributions didn’t make it to the album, their help with arrangement was instrumental. Pun intended. Thanks to my former romantic partners, and that nazi-looking girl in the corner of the room; we made eye contact a few times, remember me? Thanks to the band for working so hard. Thanks AVE, Jamface, Strange Thick. The gang. J Bob for Destroy to Enjoy. Y’all at HPC and the Tabernacle, for welcoming and helping to show me just how weird I can be. Bill Buehler for being inspiring- everything is a lot. Shroomboy/Zables and the Wills (Smith, Jackson, Sunshine) thanks for being and having been. Be bold with your love. Thanks to the sidewalk anti-folks. All the friendly homeless people. Everybody who participated in the gang vocals, the Chemical Reaction video shoot, or any aspect of any part of this process. If I’ve failed to remember your name in this, feel free to send me hate mail. I deserve it. -William
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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 fuckers’ 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 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 police- 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. Is it too late to embrace your fate?
My 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 police- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest.
Am I being detained? Am I under arrest?
Read me my rights please. I want my phone call.
Please policeman- no heel-to-toe. Oh please, let me go!
Please police- is it a test? I won’t know till I’m under arrest.
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