Amen! I am only a man, howling at your face in the moon.
Hot damn! But no holy man, kneeling in the stained-glass tomb.
As all hell breaks loose, as all hells always do, aw what the hell can I do to have a little more heaven with you?
Hot damn, you all a part of my plan, cataclysmic Catechism catch-22.

Your body, my temple, baby. Your body, my temple.

So when the cattle fall dead and the waters run red
I'll be your lamb's blood on the wall
God isn't dead, but that's exactly what I've been dreadin' 
After all the meek inherited fuck all.
Jesus Christ, I will die for my own damn sins, if you help those who help themselves.
My superstitions, your visage, my visions. 
Furtherin' the fever of your fervor, for believin'. I will.

Your body, my temple, baby. Your body, my temple.

I'll be your blessing in disguise, whip the mask off my good side.
I'm all stripped down naked for you but still asking you to loosen up my buttons, baby.
You got my whole world in your hands, got that little blue spot, and you really ain't got no idea how much this thing orbits you, now, do you honey?
Please relieve me of my dreaming, I'm kneeling, begging, pleading, for my savory-sweet release of death.
Oh, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die, I wanna die, so I can taste your name on my final breath.

Your body, my temple, baby. Your body, my temple.

Am I supposed to call this flagellation? 
Trade confessions for questions, just us second guessing, I guess, now am I 
missing the message? Its essence goes over my head 
like a halo. Like a halo. 
Like a halo.

The wine in my veins fermenting my brain. 
My body, my bread, they're all gonna rise again.
So be my golden calf life a fresh cut of veal, 
after all we're both dead meat.
My forbidden honeydew, honey do you need a hot meal? 
Just save me half. Yeah, I could eat.

Your body, my temple, baby. Your body, my temple, baby.

Camp Here & There: Campfire Songs Edition

Your Body, My Temple (Song)

They paint the walls with colors that you’re not meant to notice
Beiges and browns, off-whites and grayscales
Fluorescent lights to shine on the eggshell ground
Now you’re lying face down
You blend into the background
Of white noise

They fill the halls with tunes you can’t get into your head
4/4 and Dorian, wrote ‘em for ignoring ‘em
Yeah, it sorta sounds like a retro top-40 but wrong
You’re not meant to sing along
It isn’t that kind of song
It’s white noise.

But If you listen closely I swear, to God I swear
You can hear the ocean if you hold it up to your ear, here:

White noise
If you listen close between the waves
White noise
You can hear the ocean through your wake
White noise
If you listen close between the waves
White noise 
You can hear the ocean through your wake

Check one two. Check one two
It’s high fidelity lossless quality, it’s MP 1 2 3 4 5 FLAC
It’s polyphonic, the new philharmonic, with a Julliard doctorate. Live from The Metropolitan: 
It’s theoretically dense, it’s impressive, it’s microtonal and it challenges western
Notions of art, it’s post-avant-garde, it’s going places ‘cause it comes from the heart and
Its personality’s a lack of identity. It makes no statement but does so quite loudly
It’s an aesthetic, I mean an anesthetic, and its an experience for your seventh sense, yes
Does it cure cancer? Yes, it cures cancer. Wow! It begs the question just to tell you the answer
Do you believe in the power of silence? Well if you walk the walk, can you talk more quiet?

White noise
If you listen close between the waves
White noise
You can hear the ocean through your wake
White noise
If you listen close between the waves
White noise 
You can hear the ocean through your wake

You fill your head with thoughts you find you can’t even feel
Try to make room in your skull, but its full of them
All of the things that you think and then think about thinking
I know It’s hard
But they’re not who you are
They’re white noise

"In case I make it,"

White Noise

music & lyrics by Will Wood
Produced by Will Wood
Recorded by Simon Ficken at Backroom Studios in Rockaway NJ and Jonathon Maisto at Kawari Sound in Wyncotte PA
Mixed & mastered by Kevin Antreassian
String section and choir arranged by Will Wood
Baritone ukulele, piano, keyboards - Will Wood
Upright bass - Vater Boris
Electric guitar - Mike Bottiglieri
Strings - Yoed Nir
Choir - Sofia Session Choir & Orchestra LTD.

==Lyrics==

I was right there  
While you fought tooth and nail
Gasping in the gas mask thrashing till you disappeared
Say you’re not scared, that you know it’s cause I cared and
Say you know I love you, and that hope was just not there

And I know, I know that I’m wrong
That when you’re gone you’re gone 
And I can’t bring you home
But I want, I want to believe
That you’ll remember me when you’re just memory

Roots in the ground
Or uploaded to the cloud or
Warm inside our hearts or as electrons in our head – nowhere now
Over the rainbow, can I stop by and say hello and
Sorry I would take it back if I could but I know

To love one from too far to call
Is not to love at all, to whom is it I talk?
But I want, I want to believe 
That you can still hear me when you’re just memory

Said “it’s okay”
And “It’ll be all be over soon"
I’d never let a bad thing happen to you
Now goodnight I love you

And every, everybody dies 
Fighting for their lives, just trying to survive
Well now I know, I know why we say
That there’s a better place that waits beyond the grave, oh

And I know, I know it’s not true. 
There’s just no more you but as long as there’s no proof
Then I choose, I choose to believe 
That we’ll met in sweet dreams after you’re put to sleep

Euthanasia

Will Wood takes on the perspective of a doomed mouse. Released with a stop-motion animated video by Ivan Fisher-Owen featuring intricate laser cut wood engineering and hand-animated real-world puppets, optical illusions, and animated machinery.


==Lyrics==

I have mapped the cupboards and drawers
Tracked the least-walked spots on the floor
Happy to be home, safe and warm
As shadows by their feet, the odd vanishing treat
Quietly eating while they sleep

So here’s where I’ll be raising my kids
If I can find someone to start a family with
Till then I dream of the day my odds and ends fit
I’ll wake up, there’ll be food on the stove forever
And never want for more

Is there cheese in the great beyond? 
Rinds of parmesan, wine to water, night from dawn
Life gets shorter, teeth grow long
Mind me not and I’ll mind my own, and my mind’s
Not one bite smaller or lesser than yours
Do I belong in “right and wrong?”
Nature, I guess.

One night one flung light through this place
So I run for cover, over under, left the rind out on the plate
Little heart racing and praying “something keep me safe,
I think it saw my face, okay,
One hungry day is nothing, come what may.”

But then winter came inside for three nights 
Left me grinding my teeth between my walls and gripping my dreams tight
Curled up kept my head up and put up the fight
I’ll make it through again. I have before. Come on now, what’s one more?

Is there cheese in the great beyond? 
Rinds of parmesan, wine to water, night from dawn
Life gets shorter, teeth grow long
Mind me not and I’ll mind my own, and my mind’s
Not one bite smaller or lesser than yours
Do I belong in “right and wrong?”
Nature, I guess.


Spring bloomed in the kitchen again
So I crawled out of the wall and squinting
Saw hope on the stovetop just like I’d always imagined it
More than I could eat, my dreams were finally reality
My struggles had a happy ending, they must want to be friends!

My stomach starts to turn, with thirst, why does it hurt?
My just desert is served, dig in.

And so I stumble back to bed
Something’s not quite right. Guess I’ll just go rest my head
Now as I lay me down to sleep
I expect no dreams, and no sweet goodbye to me
Flatline in the morning light. I held on so tight for so long
It’s just not right, let a sigh out as I close my eyes.
Was that all there was to this?
What’s for the best?

Is there cheese in the great beyond? 
What’s the moon made of? Meet me there after I’m gone
Life gets shorter, teeth grow long
Mind me not and I’ll mind my own and my mind
Held the same light as the one in your eyes.

Do I belong in “right and wrong?” 
One dies alone? And why? Don’t know.
Goodbye. So long. 
To mice in homes.

Nature, I guess.
Nature, I guess.
Nature, I guess.

Tomcat Disposables

My dream girl, those eyes, that nose
My private inside joke, sign the cast on my funny bone
Floral sheets on long-given-up ghosts
Haunt my bedroom at night and say “Let’s get you home.”
They say “Grow up, be a man, ‘cause until then you’re nothing but a short-haired girl”
But come and Braille-palm-read and hold my hand, see my reason and “Goodbye cruel world.”
And oh my god, what’s wrong with me?
And the wife of Walter Keane, whose name right now’s escaping me…
That’s right, Margaret!

Dream girl come and sweep me off my knees
I’d rather stay asleep than never see you wake up next to me.

Neon lights like heat lamps in the cold
To incubate the shadows you can’t stitch back to your soles 
You seemed fine just a few days ago
But  CO2 and fish tanks do enough to get you home.

Well now you swear in your prayers telling time “Promise I’ll never have fun again
If you’d stop flying,” but then you start crying “never mind, you win!”
And far too late came far too soon
And the love you never made became the things you’d never do…
Oh, sweet Mary!

Dream girl come but keep your hands off me
Go on back to bed my love, I mean, that’s where dreams are supposed to be.

So come on, William
Grow up, be a man, ‘cause until then they’re gonna treat you like you’re just a little girl
But come and Braille-palm-read, hold my hands and you’ll see that it’s
Me who cries mercy while your fingers curl and
Oh are you at all like me?
Do you know what I mean? Or am I too close to see?
Someone, anyone?

Of the two things we do on our knees: watch me fold my hands just to crack my knuckles
Well, here is the church, here is the steeple open the doors, see all the people!
Alright, that’s enough, let’s get you home.

That's Enough, Let's Get You Home

I’m that first-person they talk about in all the books
I’m that perspective you cannot doubt, see how I look
Control the narrative reliably, baby it’s all about me
And I wrote the book about throwing the book at those who
Don’t do it by it
So now I’m holding myself hostage, Stockholm lust just looks like justice
And enough lefts don’t make the right but two wrongs do
Oh man, Sun Tzu would love this.
Beating my dead high horse off the high road to low ground cause
If you shake your fist at snakes in grass it looks like punching down.

So God forbid I’m seen just as an average human being
I mean, imagine if protagonists just died in the first scene
I’m the gap between a tragedy and comedy, don’t come at me
I’m the main character, and you have to like me

I loot plot-armor from NPC’s, well they are to me
Trite tropes, traits, traumas, trinkets, and treats. It’s all XP. Look in the
Sky, it’s a bird, it’s a plane, no it’s super-ego! The underdog you cheer for
Villains are everywhere, that’s how I know I’m the hero
So tie me to the train tracks, laugh and snidely twist your mustache, Snidely Whiplash
Boris Badinov, ignorin’ me’s bad enough, where do you get off?
Da, das vadanya darling, Daleks in high collars monologue 
And I outsmart them with a ray-gun and a tweet

So God forbid I’m seen just as an average human being
I mean, imagine if protagonists just died in the first scene
I’m the gap between a tragedy and comedy, don’t come at me
I’m the main character, and you have to like me

Judge me by what my cover shows, author becomes beyond reproach
You don’t know the prose, or if the spine is still intact.
Oh, like Alice fell to wonderland, come astroturf my Overton
Embolden my demand to live by alternative facts.

Her majesty says "the royal we demand a standard loyalty” 
An agreement to be reverent, lick the emperor’s new boots.
The court fool got the guillotine, the witches the stake, you the dopamine 
And Siemens made the Zyklon B, but we all still get the flu. (It’s nothing new)
We all do what we need to to get through.
But I ain’t done a fucking thing to you.

So god forbid I’m seen just as an average human being, I mean
Imagine if antagonists lacked any evil scheme
I’m the gap between a tragedy and comedy, don’t come at me
I’m the main character and you have to like me.

The Main Character

I don’t owe you my heart, and I don’t owe you my body.
But you should know that I’m sorry for being careless with you.
Lord knows I owed you more, than I’m pretty sure I ever could give anybody
But I can’t pin down what normal people want from foreign objects
Bottom-shelf erotic products like me

So, I could hold your hand but keep you at arms’ length
Oh, hang me from a branch too high to climb and shake
Less rare than scarce, less diamond than rough
Unlikely to be more than the coal you fail to crush

I swear I’m really trying.
Get it together, Will, know and do better
It just don’t come natural to me to think
That you’d want me for me
I swear I’m really trying
I’m sorry, I promise, I’m doing my best
I just haven’t learned how to be human as you are yet

I still don’t know who you are. I only know that I’m still lonely
That morbid sort where even company can’t cure me
And the more you reassure the less I trust
But still you gave me your heart, I only gave you my body.
Honestly thought nobody’d want it, let alone notice it’s
Gone and so I left it home but now
Now, now, now

I keep a locket with a picture of the back of my head
Oh, monkey-wrench my side view mirrors, ghost my friends
I’ve lived more lives than enough, I haven’t died quite as much
But I’m not a real person, just the shit you can’t make up

I swear I’m really trying
I’m just as exposed if I take off my clothes 
When we make the closest thing to love that I’m capable of
I don’t know why you would care. But I’m really trying
I’m sorry, I promise, I’m doing my best
I just haven’t learned how to be human as you are yet

Did I really 
Have any of that gravity? Maybe you’re quicksand
Because I really couldn’t tell how deep my footprints went
The vertex of my redemption arc, the searching of that virgin heart
I’m catatonic in your arms, cryin’ “how did I cause so much harm?”

I’m down pounding my head against the kitchen floor
Apologizing for my life and ever entering yours
Don’t say “I’m sorry but this can’t go on” I know you got scars of your own,
But hide my knives before you go, I’ll either live or die alone

I swear I will die trying
I’m still in the process but I’m making progress. 
I promise I honestly want to prove improvement’s possible
I swear I’m so fucking sorry
I’m not a good person, I’m barely a person at all, but 
Someday I’ll be perfect and I’ll make up for it all

Against the Kitchen Floor

Falling up

Your stratospheric fear of catastrophe’s near, fast it’s here 
Atmosphere past your ears, fall but you’ll neverland
Second star to the right…

I’m gripping the grass and I’m pulling up daisies
Thank matter for mass and the comfort of gravity
Airplane eclipses over spirals of math, would or could the impact kill me?
Yes, yes, yes. No, no, no, no, no.
It’s just the high-noon moon saying “shoot for the stars!”
“Be the next big constellation, connect the dots between your parts!”

Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze
You make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed.
Only plastic flowers never die

With the bones of a crow and ambitions of candlewax
What do you know of control? The wind is simply at your back
It really seems pollen’s more clever than bees, so you cue the final words of Leary:
And cry “Why, why, why? Why not? Why not? Why not?”
I’d rather be a hot-air Hindenburg than an elephant tied right down to its stake
Cut ties, shed the dead weight. I ain’t saying it’s fate, but there are no mistakes

And dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze
You make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed.
Only plastic flowers never die. 

While I cry on skies of blue linoleum. 
Clouds of spilt milk, but am I the cup?
Here comes the sun, am I falling up?
Falling up. 
Here comes the sun, am I falling up?

Disney-Pixar Ludovico, Shirley Temple maraschino
Hotel rooms of Motley Crüe, Broadway producer improv troupes
Ray-Bans in your living room, eyeline hurts to be in view like
Stage fright only when its karaoke night with friends leave early
Did I earn this stupid hat? Is now really a good time for a new tattoo?
Oh, is now really a good time for a new tattoo?  

The larger they are
The harder they tend to fall
Much larger than life cause from such height
Life looks awful small

And dandelions grow in dirt
Magic mushrooms grow in piles of bullshit
I grew up in suburbia. 
Love us or hate us, pick us you’re killing us, and 
Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze
You make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed
Only plastic flowers never die. 

While I cry on skies of blue linoleum. 
Clouds of spilt milk, but am I the cup?
Here comes the sun, am I falling up?
Falling up. 
(Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze 
You make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed.
Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze, you make a wish.)
Here comes the sun, am I falling up?
Falling up. 
(Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze
You make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed.
Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze, you make a wish.)
Here comes the sun, am I falling up?

Did I earn this stupid hat? Is now really a good time for a new tattoo?
Oh, is now really a good time for a new tattoo?

Your stratospheric fear of catastrophe’s near, fast it’s here 
Atmosphere past your ears, fall but you’ll neverland. 
Second star to the right…
And straight on ‘till you die.

Falling Up

Well here we go, I'm turning over the same old leaf again
The seraphim on my shoulder whispering "please don't turn your head,
'Cause if it weren't for the everything then anything could happen."
If anybody needs me, I'll be in my coffin.
Girl, I guess you're just my style, you know I dig you like a tomb
And I'm sorry for the things I've done and all I ask of you but please
Squeeze it in rhythm, prevent my heart from stopping
If you still want me come and find me in my coffin.

If you need me, I'll be in my coffin
You could come a-knockin' and I'll raise hell for you
So if anybody needs me, I'll be in my coffin
I'll be up day-walking, back from the dead for you.

If you need me, I'll be in my coffin
You could come a-knockin' and I'll raise hell for you
Oh, woah, if you need me, I'll be in my coffin
I'll be up day-walking, back from the dead for you.

Maybe I should switch up the style of my mistakes
The hearts or promises I tend to prefer to break
But stop the world and melt with me, Friday I'm in love again
If you still want me come and find me in my coffin
Hold my hands, we'll dance the 12-step on my grave
I'd kill the man I am for one more chance to be yours, babe
No, I ain't begging. I'm just saying it's an option
Don't let the latest be the last nail in the coffin.

If you need me, I'll be in my coffin
You could come a-knockin' and I'll raise hell for you
If you need me, I'll be in my coffin
I'll be up day-walking, back from the dead for you.

Vampire Reference in a Minor Key

This is a second demo of my cover of the song "The Mind Electric" by Miracle Musical, but also with parts of its demo, "Inside The Mind Of Simon" (Along with the Cojum Dip Instrumental), by Tally Hall.
Consider this a late Christmas present, or something.
Happy Holidays, and I hope 2024 is better than the last Three!
(This cover is a demo and is in no way complete. it will (hopefully) be worked on further. All credit for the original songs go to Tally Hall, Cojum Dip, & Miracle Musical.)

"The Mind Electric"/"Inside The Mind Of Simon" Cover (Demo 2)

This is the "Kredling The FUCKED UP" replacement for (my) my AU, "Deltarune: The Same Same Same Same Puppet". Think about it, no one's made an AU that's Kredling replacement shares a name with a popular pipeline ship!
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No need to be shy, DELTATRAVELER…

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song by: me!
art by: @twomoroa19x2 (tysm!)

Deltarune by Toby Fox
The Other Puppet by @utgdumpsterfire
The Same Puppet by @overkill-the-sequel
The Same Other Puppet by @z_65, @chomps-lmao, and @user-350353538
The Same Same Puppet by @arrow_nmw, @realshree and @therealmaz
The Same Same Other Puppet by @buttinformer-underscore
The Same Same Same Puppet by @rejonaanojer, @cambutcooler, @realshree, @danissimovn, @2053h and Schmiblor Flumbo (www.youtube.com/@SchmiblorFlumbo), and The Same Same Same Puppet by @its-appel-on-purpose
The Same Same Same Same Puppet by me

[Deltarune: The Same Same Same Same Puppet]- Maxty B The FAN FAVORITE

pfp made by me
if I repost something, I helped work on it
ill probably mostly just make covers of tally hall songs, but once i get okay at making music ill try my best to make some original songs

tiktok(because idk how to set more than one link):https://www.tiktok.com/@.poisonedbasin89?_t=8j0NJRTSXmt&_r=1

"The Mind Electric"/"Inside The Mind Of Simon" Cover (Demo 2)

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