Im getting a copy of their s/t release...its only a vynil release from what I read only 355 copies made...Im fucking pumped! HAHAHARHAR son  of a bitch...

I found all the tracks that will go on to the next Two Dollar Lane album. Im calling it Two Dollar Lane-The Lost Tracks or Two Dollar Couch-Finally Got it Right...It Will Cover my music from when i started playing in 2002 till just a few months ago when I recorded...19 tracks in all 6 of them which have NEVER been heard before...the rest that have been on Cds these are the Demos and Live Tracks or Studio tracks that I left off for some reason or another...so Im making them all available on the Two Dollar Lane Myspace page....1 new song every week so Make sure you check it out they will be available for download...when its all said and done you will have a free album...so yeah let me know what you think you can start off by checking out the page now and listening to Aarons Song 2 track 11...See you next week.

Mike

Two Dollar Lane- The Lost Tracks. I'll be releaseing the entire album for free on my other myspace page... www.myspace.com/twodollarlane Im going to put up two tracks a week and make it so you can download the whole thing for free... I'll update you all when this starts. It will be tracks from home demos, barn demos, Studio cuts, live cuts, whatever i can get my hands on. And I will have it done before the end of the summer I hope... so stay tuned.

Creative Inx Presents In Your Face Local Music-For those of you that know this is a small thing I do to promote shows...Im hoping to make it a legal real company soon. So stay tuned for more details on this one too.

Nowheres End-lol...not much I can about this yet...future Sioux City Project.

Baker Racing-Nowheres End and Creative Inx Presents...are sponsoring a race car. Mike Baker, races most weekends somewhere in town here I'll get more details on that tonight or tomorrow. but yeah were in to the racing world!

New Music- Im working on some new music, some really cool shit I think. when ever I finish it you'll hear it. Probably next year. Looking forward to playing "Out Of My Mind" soon...

So there you have it friends a quick update.

So crazy as it may sound I ran into enough music to make a third album of previously unreleased music and what not Im thinking about throwing it together and making a third album for my band...Im not 100% sure yet...I got to talk to my other guy but some of it is really good and I might throw some of my other music from the Two Dollar Couch and My Solo days, as well as some from the future of the Home demos to be released...Its all just an idea for now...but I think it could be cool....

Mike

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Written By: Mike Woods
Written On: Unknown

And I remember everything
Riping through my body
Like an I-beam
Tearing through my skin
Breaking bones
And leavingy blood everywhere
Like needles on the floor
Like razor blades in my suitcase
Tore a hole through my side
You left me there to die
No feelings of emptiness
Are you feeling this?
Like I felt you
Tears come from your eyes
You wre left by another guy
But you'll never bleed
As much as I bleed for you
And I cann't wait for you to leave
Me alone
Stuck in a hole
Without a bone
Left on my own

XSXEX
Written By: Mike Woods
Written On: February 20, 2006

Snort snort snort
Snort that fucking line of coke
Lets try tripping o LSD
Come smoke some weed
All the kids talk about XtaC
She wants some PCP

I ram the needle to the vain
So sick of feeling pain
The world's not getting better
But why O why should I suffer?

Who brought the pin?
I need to try the meth
Sick of Huffin
Cann't afford this addiction
So I'm sellin
And the kids want it all
The $1000 dollar bag of Sugar

I ram the needle to the vain
So sick of feling pain
The worlds not getting better
But why O why should I suffer

I've tried it all
And nothing quite at all
Like the rush of a blade
Little white parade
Making life fade to grey
My Crazy little black today
Looking for the new Disease

***Note***I've never done any drugs, nor do I think it's "cool" to sell, use, or hold on to drugs...I also don't think self mutalation is very good at all...I don't know where my mind was when i wrote this song almost 2 years ago, but I assure you I dont support any of the things said in this song...On that note though it is a song and it is not a personal song I just happen to like the little ryhmes here and there***Note***

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Written By: Mike Woods
Written On: Early 2006

I feel cursed by a verse
Stuck in my head places you dare not tread
I was waiting In an empty bed
For a feeling To come to head
Of my lost and lonely only you
Have had this kind of Impact
I wish I had the Same thing
The kind of courage as my friends
A life that's wasted can never be reserected
I wonder do you enjoy the fact
That you inspire others
Maybe only one or was it a couple million?
I'm always wishing we had more time together
Ideas flying like a broken dishwasher
I want something more I need to believe
That you will not hurt me

BLACK
Written By: Mike Woods
Written On: Sometime in 2005-2006

Why is my ice age burning black?
A smoke screen so thick you could touch it
Building this emo wall not as hard as it looks
Every boy crys every man dies
Every girl knows every woman tried
I've felt the need to just give up
Painted black tattoos on my back
Don't even try to cut me slack
Why do I dream when I know I feel
Love, Hurt, Pain, Agony
Why are you there for me when I feel
Misguided, Happy, Sad, Anarchy
When will they tell me the sun is never setting
Alone, Tragedy, Empathy, Smpathy
Will you try me Will you try me
I will not go away until you tried me

LUCKY ME
Written By: Jeff Wilen and Mike Woods
Written On: March 28, 2005

Good luck brought me up
Bad luck brought me down
No luck is really good luck
Doesn't matter I don't feel luck
But I'm not a gambling man
And I think your luck just ran out
But if I were to toss the dice
For shits and giggles
My luck just rolled the thirteen
There was no lucky seven
But a pair of snake eyes
That told me tonight I would die

I would snort a line of coke
And smoke a fucking eight ball
I would pick up my trusty twelve gage
And rob my local bank
Six people would die
Six people would live
Six women would be my wife
It's not April 6th it's April 5th

My lucky shoes walked through the mud
And my lucky boxers are not really lucky
It's been ten years and I didn't get none
All my friends left me for their families
And now sitting in the living room
Listing to the sound of Chains
And remember when Alice kissed me on the cheek
The twisted metal spoon to burnt to eat
All we hear is the sound of death
And I'm no king of fools just the fucking DAMNED
Feel my LUCK running outand time to pass out
I loved it all and think it's my time
Just remmber me when you're seventy-two

I would snort a line of coke
And smoke a fucking eight ball
I would pick up my trusty twelve gage
And rob my local bank
Six people would die
Six people would live
Six women would be my wife
It's not April 6th it's April 5th