I/ME/MYSELF (my pronouns aren’t your business sh!tlord)

Bigger Than Yours

1fish2fish

LATELY I'VE BEEN WISHING I WERE 5'5 WEIGHING 99 WEARING THIGH HIGHS

This is from his most recent video on his channel. I saw some people saying this was their favorite version so I thought I should upload it here. 

I had to figure out how to crop audio on vlc media player so you better enjoy this /lh

I/Me/Myself - Will Wood (The 2018 Backroom Demo Session, Unfinished/Unreleased)

My favourite song from Will Wood's 'The Real' album.

Bob Zmuda V James Carrey (I trusted you!) -Will Wood And The Tapeworms

Will Wood- Man I Love Being Drunk

there should be an entire genre for will wood. anyways i uploaded this so i could loop it while i work lol if it needs to be taken down lmk

love me, normally will wood live at roxy & duke’s

Will Wood - Lysergide Daydream (Live in Studio)

i don’t think this one’s gonna be on the new album fellas so i’m putting it here to savour it

will wood and if i did, you deserved it

Red Moon Live - Will Wood

Suburbia Overture (Live) - Will Wood

Ryan, I wonder - Will wood

don't remember where I got this but it's cool

Laplaces Angel Demo- Will Wood

Will Wood - Can't Wait To Die

Will Wood Jockey Full of Bourbon Cover.m4a

You Are Love – Will Wood

Good Old-Fashioned American Depression Will Wood

In the Nighttime (Live Recording Canvas Clash)

A recording that will appear on Strange Thick's upcoming EP engineered and produced by Jonathon Maisto.

Pronoia

Lucy Called

I had nothing to say until I started singing. I bruised up my brain with my eardrums ringing.
It’s high time. My third eye was dry. Red and dead as my bloodshot mind.
I got hungry and my chakras cried. While my ego died. Here we go it’s time.
When I die I’ll be here for longer. What kills me also makes me stronger.
Ayahuasca’s purge resurging. Psilocybin. Curl up whirling
LSD and DMT and serotonin, Chemistry, magazines of all my dopamine
My kundalini is cueing me.  Here I am, take me out. Here I am, now take me out.
While I expand my scope of relevance, my mind flies towards my pink elephants.
Elements settle and meddle, towards everything, telling me anything.

Don’t and can’t. Shaman drama and marijuana. Solomon, Karma, that’s my Dharma.
Brama bottled up into Nirvana, just a few hundred micrograms.
Release and cheat to retreat. This sequence. Defense demons screaming “heathen.” Turned to be learned and burned at the stake. Rotting in hell for heaven’s sake.
Losing my mind, ‘cause there’s nothing to find.
Losing my mind, ‘cause there’s nothing to find.
Losing my mind, ‘cause there’s nothing to find.
Losing my mind, ‘cause there’s nothing to find.

What if the death rattle is a chuckle at the cosmic joke?

 

One big one that I won while I’m under. Stunned by a wonder, have some fun, sir.
These men see my freedom as disease, I’m at ease and easy to please.
When I freeze I reach for the treatment, tripped to the top and trapped my treason.
This is me but I see no reason for these legions in my cerebrum.
Losing my mind, ‘cause there’s nothing to find.
No great truth or far beyond.
Using up time on this one design, no way through this human bond.
It seems to me I orchestrate my own inevitable fate.
It seems to me I orchestrate my own inevitable fate.

My best friend was a Zen Master, he grew up to be a hot dog vendor, and he made me one with everything.

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Marvin