Name: Laplace's Angel (2018 Live In Studio Demo) by Will Wood
Duration: 4 min 23 s
Description: NOTHING HERE IS MADE BY ME, EVERYTHING BELONGS TO WILL WOOD

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"Tomcat Disposables"
The new single off the upcoming album "In Case I Make It" by Will Wood
Music & Lyrics by Will Wood
Produced by Will Wood
Recorded by Simon Ficken at Backroom Studios in Rockaway NJ
Mixed by Kevin Antreassian

Vocals, Baritone Ukulele, Keyboards, Percussion - Will Wood
Alto Saxophone, Flute, Clarinet - Matt Berger
Bass - Vater Boris
Guitar - Mike Bottiglieri
Drums, Percussion - Mario Conte
Strings - Yoed Nir

Tomcat Disposables

Song is not mine.

All credits go to Will Wood.

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Venetian Blind Man - Will Wood

The greener grass grows where the wildfires fertilize
With ashes of sparrows, peppered moths, and butterflies
Ghosts of trees and termites bloom in the beanstalk

And if you get lightheaded when standing too fast
Is it from shaking out the weight of phosphenes and pasts
Salt deposits on warm little rivers that burst from our words

And god knows crying ain’t gonna change a thing
She said “take care,” but I take more than I bring.

She said “It just feels inhumane to lose this much”
Cause when you leave, you know you take more than your love
Just one week of cicada days we’re losing touch
And I know it just feels inhumane to lose this much.

Our nerves were braided under ceiling stars, they were all
Glow-in-the-dark, hanging over queen-sized 
Purple waves of ancient chemicals
Just whisper

Did you ever build with those endangered bones?
Well the ground looks soft enough to bury this now
Oh please, oh no.

And then my sponsor said “Do nothing. Nothing works.”
And then my doctor said “Don’t do that if it hurts.”

She said “It just feels inhumane to lose this much.”
Cause when you leave, you know you take more than your love.
The seasons of cicada days we can’t make up
And I know it just feels inhumane to lose this much.

Let all my red flags fade to white, yeah, I give up
Don’t let me leave, I’ll only take more than I gave. Okay, I’ll pack my stuff
Here at the end of days, my god, what have I done?
Christ now it feels damn inhumane to get all I've dreamed of

Keep coming back, it works if you work it
So work it, you’re worth it, it won’t if you don’t
One day at a time, tomorrow’s too late, amen.

"In case I make it,"

Cicada Days

You know I couldn’t hurt a fly, my friend, I’m not the type to step on ants
I’ve nearly cried for moths that die at porch light lamps
More for the plights of mice than men
See I myself have been stepped on so many times
It’s started to feel like my place
I’ve failed to fit into those nests that scrape the sky 
Is there room for me in your cage?

Animals are people too, but these people are animals
Hunt in packs and act as though that proves we can’t survive alone
I guess we just evolved disgust for prevention of infection though
Shame was an invention made for prisons, pales, and pest control
Yeah, sure, thumbs are great and all

But I just get “bare necessities," "Hakuna Matata"'s and "C’est le vie"'s,"
"Que sera sera”'s what a crock, I mean, 
Big talk for a chimpanzee!
You might seem behind bars, but friend, this cage is inside out.
It’s awful out here, Socrates.

I’ve never understood what humans do and want it’s quite confusing
To me to try to connect
Never learned how I should feel, instincts somehow stunted
Just seem haunted by my stupid urge to protect
Until frustration makes me wish my teeth were sharp as yours
Chew through their garage doors these carnivores will no more use my heart
They’d call me crazy, but their words all seem made up to me
Maybe they just need more friendship like yours

Gather ‘round pandora’s skinner’s box, look through the one-way-mirror
If you can see in shades of gray the colors are much clearer
Oh my friend, you’ve got a friend in me, et’s go make more enemies
Alhough my eyes face forward climb up on my shoulder
Sure you’ll see my point of view, I’d bring you with me

To the office in my pocket but the world would put us down
Lock me up and toss the key
You might seem behind bars, but friend, this cage is inside out
It’s dangerous out here Socrates
It’s lonely out here Socrates

Willard!

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Laplace's Angel (2018 Live In Studio Demo)

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