The "Camp Here & There Original Series Soundtrack," featuring full versions of previously instrumental tracks.

Camp Here & There: Campfire Songs Edition

In Case I Make It (stylized as "In case I make it,") is Will Wood's most directly personal release to date, featuring a collection of plainly-spoken chamber-pop songs originally intended as what has been referred to as a "musical suicide note." Despite marking a significant change in style, ICIMI still features Wood's infamous eccentricity, serious yet tongue-in-cheek lyrical density, and genre-bending experimentation. This double LP deals with themes of relationships, personal growth, introversion, struggles with publicity, and going viral. ICIMI is also Will Wood's first time taking on the role of producer in full, and showcases major orchestral compositions and arrangements the singer-songwriter took on himself, as well as the same band that helped make his previous record "The Normal Album" such a unique album.

Songs by Will Wood   
Piano, uke, keys, percussion, Vox: Will Wood
Saxophones, clarinet, flute: Matt Berger
Drums, percussion: Mario Conte
Guitars, Lap Steel, Mandolin: Mike Bottiglieri
Basses: Vater Boris
Trumpet: Rob Schaefer
Trombone: Jim Hopson
Tuba: Gideon Juckes, Jim Hopson
Strings on Becoming the LastNames performed, recorded by Yoed Nir, arranged in collaboration with Will Wood
All other strings arranged by Will Wood, performed and recorded by Yoed Nir
Additional strings on “Euthanasia” performed and recorded by Annie Leeth

Choir: SOFIA SESSION ORCHESTRA & CHOIR w/ FOUR FOR MUSIC LTD
Arranged: Will Wood & Four For Music LTD
Team: Boris Radilov, George Strezov, Georgi Elenkov PhD, Ognyan Georgiev, Miroslava Ananieva, Tsvetan Topalov, Velislava Georgieva, Delyan Kolev, Deyan Velikov
Recording producer: Goerge Strezov
Engineers: Plamen Penchev, Vladislav Boyadzhiev, Angeliya Vihrova
Conductor: Georgi Elenkov PhD, 
Piano: Zornitsa Genova

Produced by Will Wood
Recorded @ Backroom Studios - Simon Ficken
Piano @ Kawari Sound - Jon Maisto
Engineer: Simon Ficken
Piano engineer: Jon Maisto
Mixed/mastered: Kevin Antreassian
Sex, Drugs, Rock ‘n’ Roll master by Mike Lisa, mix Gabriel Francis, recorded by Will Wood & Jonathon Maisto

Special thanks: Patreon members, especially VIPs long-timers & mods. Soph Kamm, Magnus Selin, Connor Treutle, Dimitar Dimitrov, David Haltom, Jason Ayers Raphael Kräker, Michael Linnert, Ezra Leonard, Diz Foster , Kellie Grimes, Niki Brown, Max Peia, Vesper Nichols, Temple Jenkins, Julie Taron, Aidan Truskowski, Sam Nee, Julie Taron, River Morgan, Nate Olson, Ev Usher, Dashiell Schaldenbrand-Igarashi, Flint Cole, Vance Barnhill, Wim Filemon, Peter Short, Vincent Cramer, Sebastian Wright, Daniel A. Hughes, Duncan Moore, Alexander Russon, Auguste Szołucha, Cameron Taranis, Max Barbosa, Evan Asche, Jason Storey, Andy Routhier, Lynn Stock, Selena Ahmed, Georgiana “Gio” Marone, Liru Færs, Something Graphic, Kali Forrest, Leah McQuain, Kennady Ose, Galatea Kim, Devon Boswell, thicc murg, vondasl, Lily Mayle, Samantha Bourke, Joseph Olsson, Hollo the Raven, Rj is Okay, flittle606, Sahara Martin, Skyler Love, Donovan Giusti, Kara Krone, Claire Hammett, Jessica Holowicki, Nicholas Sundheimer, Michael Larsen, Liam Haines, Sean Barnett, ethan puchailo, Rachel Palme, Joseph J Weber, Noah Carter, Eamon Sherris-Watt, Alan Price Kristin Peers, Arturo Rosas, Grace Sullivan, Scout Francke, Aidan Forde, Christie Felker, Kaitlin Martinez, Skylar Marshall, Erkka Hiljanen, Kobe Bryant Angel, Kevin Mast, alistairtherondodd, Bobby connor, carly.stuber, Lillian Clardy, Rj is Okay Marco Jeske, Emrys van Wonderen, Robert Del Presto, Andrew Snodgrass, Kristin Peers, Alexis Williams, Georgia Byrd, Amy Arin, Lex Mug, money33432. Emerson Lopes, Basil Polichar, Titus LaFrombois, hanhanheavn, Corey C, regalmortis, Mac Weaver, Jonathan Wienecke, Ana Ramona August, hdbroadwell, Dan Castillo, Allison van cleve, kate watanabe, SkylerBoswell, Bryce Ungerbuehler, Len Korovessis, apanagakos01, Landers Markwick, Emily Murray

"In case I make it,"

A collection of songs from throughout WW's discography performed solo around the U.S. in 2022

In Case I Die (Live)

Everything is a Lot (Remastered)

6up 5oh Copout (Pro/Con) (Remastered)

Chemical Overreaction/Compound Fracture (Remastered)

Front Street (Remastered)

Thermodynamic Lawyer (Remastered)

SELF-iSH

Cotards Solution (Anatta, Dukkha, Anicca) (Remastered)

Mr Capgras Encounters A Secondhand Vanity... (Remastered)

Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In! (Remastered)

Dr. Sunshine Is Dead (Remastered)

The Song With Five Names (Remastered)

"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

Afternoon Announcements

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.

Your Body, My Temple (Song)

I could drink your blood if you let me, baby
Hang from your rafters patchwork and paisley
I could suck you dry on the rocks with a twist but
Just like a vampire I don't exist.

Walkie-talkie static white-noise telepath
Can you read between the Morse code lines?
Dead from the neck up but living just enough to beg you
"Pretty boy, please let me die"

Well I could drink your blood if you let me, baby
Drain you of your love until you hate me

I could take your life if you're done with it sweetheart
You still picking at that? Only ate the good parts
Hey whatever works, I'm a cheap date (Check please!)
Falling off the bone I'm awful glad we met

We only ever notice what's in front of us
Read over my shoulder, breathin' down my neck
Are we on the same page yet? I'm getting old here!
Come on don't you get it? What the heck? Oh

I could drink your blood if you let me, baby
Drain you of your love until you hate me

Yes, to err is human, so don't be one!
This was a mistake I'll take my leave
But before I go let me know if you see a
Little black bag with a toe-tag please

If you don't hate me then reanimate me
Prove it to me baby, lightning in my veins these
Instincts I've managed to stave mean
Monsters must be people too, huh, oh jeez!

I could drink your blood if you let me baby
Drain you of your love until you hate me
I will drink your blood till your lips turn blue
Drain you of your love if you want me to

Yes, To Err Is Human, So Don't Be One. (Song)

Fishing lure moon on a string for you
Didn't you say you need space?
One of us just has to change, you say the same
So I guess we're okay

Twist my umbrella 'til it's inside-out
Hand you a bouquet of rain
Saying "oh, baby, please take a drink,"
Did I shout or think I could save you this way?

Then you looked in my eyes and said
"How dare you love me? When you should despise me? You should be scared of me,"
It seems that that's what it means when somebody needs you

We'll meet in the middle like pistols at dawn
Turn our backs, who's counting pace?
When the smoke clears are we friends or strangers again?
Just a familiar face

Well, aren't we "us?" Sharing pronouns now
So how could we separately heal?
God, I don't get it, I really don't get it
Could someone tell me how to feel?

So watch your step or you'll trip and fall right out of love, be
the first one to turn 'round say "alright, who shoved me?"
It seems that that's what it means when somebody needs you

So we come and we go, we know and are known 
There's too many people to trust
Well it seems to me what we want and we need are the same
And that's someone who'll worry about us.
'Til death do us part please keep breaking my heart
'Til it ceases to beat please be mine
Well it seems, that that's what it means, when somebody

Ohh

So if love conquers all then all else must have failed
I mean, who wants to fall? Can't we just take the stairs?
Well it seems that that's what it means when somebody needs you
It seems that that's what it means when somebody needs you.

When Somebody Needs You (Song)

Welcome To Camp Here & There!

Venetian Blind Man (Song)

Under A Technicolor Sky

Under A Monochromatic Sky

The Rhumba Of Death

Morning Announcements

Good Morning Campers!

Evening Announcements

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.

Cicada Days

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.

==Lyrics==

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.

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!

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

Don’t take the following words as reverence for tradition
I’ve learned to pick my battles by losing most I’ve fought.
The more mores subverted, the more I sense I’m missing
And I’ll always do it my way, even if that’s just the same way I was taught.

I’ll bring home the bread and you’ll stay home and bake it
Weeding out the garden where the milestones gather moss
Crack a smile at my vows, and whisper “wow, can you believe we really made it?”
As I give up on dodging rice, and fold my cape, I say “obviously not.”

But I want to be just like my parents before I was born
Oh can we be just like my parents?

I know you don’t want kids but think about a daughter
We could name her Gwendolyn, like mom would have called me.
I’m not sure yet myself, but I learned from a good father
Yeah, I mean sure, they messed me up. But I think that’s just the gig.

And maybe it’s just some hormones that kick in in your late twenties
But I have laid a lot of women, and now I’d like to just lay down
And marriage always scared me, but I’d like to have a last love
And love can last a pretty good long while. I’ve seen it around.

Oh, can we be just like my parents when I was young?
Why can’t we be just like my parents?

Tongue out of my cheek now, I’m done pulling faces
Iconoclasm wanes. My cynicism tires
But what do I know bout forever when so far, I’ve been so fleeting?
Babe, my frontal lobe’s done growing; this might just be how I’m wired
But now we’re kissing before brushing, smile with our whole faces
If you want a hyphen last name I guess I don’t mind the cadence
I’ve seen home videos. I was there back in the 80’s
And if I’m just them and they back then could do it, why can’t I?

Just like my parents in due time
Imagine me, just like my parents? Yeah, right.

‘Cause I’ve made more mistakes, than simple empty moments
Each one as out of character as you know I tend to be
There’ll be scalpers at the cemetery gates, with all my would-be widows weeping
I’d have forgotten all their names, so why should you remember me?

But if we grow old together and you talk to my headstone,
That is, assuming that I die first, (which is fair) and assuming I don’t leave
Close enough to forever, I guess, to prove what I hoped.
I mean otherwise how am I to believe?

Becoming the Lastnames

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

Becoming the Lastnames - City Winery, Nashville, TN

The Main Character - The Vermont Hollywood, Los Angeles, CA

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 it really did.
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.

Cicada Days - Knitting Factory, Spokane, WA

Against the Kitchen Floor - Charlotte, NC

I want a new pair of shades, get paid to wear shoes
Do what I say, don't say what I do when we're alone now
High up but a low down
You know I'm not the type of guy to turn my back on a knife
And that's why I'm still looking in the mirror

I want to be safe from the fame but be loved from afar
Get paid to write my name, could you airbrush my scars?
Get my good side. Don't get on my bad side.
You know I'm not the type of guy to turn my back on a knife
It's just my luck these motherfuckers talking smack on a guy
But I'm deserving every word they could begin to apply
Well at least they know now

That I really don't care what you think or what you say
Either that or I do way too much, oh well, whatever, either way
My hearts empty and I'm trying to fill it up
But it's not big enough for the both of us
No it's not big enough for the both of us

I want no less than the best but the best I can do
Is do the worst thing first and leave the rest up to you
I'm realistic. Everyone's a critic.
If I keep beating myself up I'll keep on winning the fight and get my ass kicked
I'm poisonous not toxic
I'll admit when I'm wrong, but only to be right
And if it fits in the song, I'll rhyme that with "contrived"
Don't meet your idols. Hey fuck you, I'm your idol.
But the only label that'll sign is in the DSM-5, cause my flaws are sort of on the pathological side.
Don't call me eccentric, call me mentally sick, 'cause I ain't sold enough tickets yet to be rich, and that's the only difference

I really don't care what you think or what you say
Either that or I do way too much, oh well, whatever, either way
My hearts empty and I'm trying to fill it up
But it's not big enough for the both of us
No it's not big enough for the both of us

And if looks could kill, I'd be staring in the mirror
And if looks could kill, I'd be staring in the mirror
And if looks could kill, I'd be staring in the mirror
Even more than I already would
'Cause man I'm looking good 

And I really don't care what you think or what you say
Either that or I do way too much, oh well, whatever, either way
My hearts empty and I'm trying to fill it up
But it's not big enough for the both of us
And I really don't care what you think or what you say
I'm a cancer, I'm malignant, yeah you ought to stay away
My hearts fucking empty and I'm trying to fill it up
But it's not big enough for the both of us
No it's not big enough for the both of us
No it's not big enough for the both of us.

...And If I Did, You Deserved It. ("In case I make it," Outtake) - Knitting Factory, Spokane, WA

Chemical Overreaction/Compound Fracture by Will Wood and the Tapeworms, from Everything is a Lot.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uKYiUcHyGIA

Nettles on my saddle and a badge on my vest, better bet I’ll never settle and I never could rest. 
Till the sunrise dies and sets in the west, a rattlesnake bite and a bullet in my chest. 
I won’t stop to drop to draw a line in the sand, ‘cause I’ll be picked apart to pieces by coyotes, I’m a lizard in the hand of the medicine man who is the wizard of the land on wild peyote. 
Woah. 
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m gaining traction. 
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m taking action. 
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, no more distractions. 
I’m done relaxing. I am a chemical reaction. 
Bienvenidos a la villa de arañas españas, where the sentimental value of the city around you is deleted obsolete and still completely will stun you, I’m tripping like a klutz and I’m rolling like thunder. 
I’m a snot nosed pothead playing with matches, a rotten spot of mold with my hands on a cactus. My mouth is dry and my eyes are red, I’m chewing on sand ‘cause the desert’s in my head. 
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m gaining traction. 
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m taking action. 
Aye aye, I eye my eyes, no more distractions. 
I’m done relaxing. I am a chemical reaction. 
Wretch and pule this panoramic, stretched out view is fat with panic. 
Precognition lacks in hindsight, we caught the illness back before the twilight. 
I might be a saint worth steeples, I might be the brain of evil. 
Bad things happen to good people, good things happen to me.


Chemical Overeaction/Compound Fracture

Music and Lyrics by Will Wood,
Featuring Dan Chetnik on Clarinet/Saxophone, Thomas Finch on Drums, James Horvath on Guitar, Ben Scardo on Upright Bass, Will Wood on Piano/Vocals/Chorus

The First Step

Red Moon by Will Wood and the Tapeworms from Everything is a Lot. ©2015

Red, red moon. Keep on rising. 
The sunset soon indeed will bleed in my horizon. 
The crescent rests, tethered to the west. 
Waxing to the rhythm writhing in my chest. 
That crack between the watercolor sky and sea is the 
corner where you’re born in the mist. 
I might deride the tide, ‘cause I’m pulled as it pools about my feet. 
Towards your stolen light, while you’re holding my slight gravity. 

Well I walk the equator, chasing the light; little do I know it orbits close behind. 
I might remember or might assume, but I only turn around every once 
In a red, red moon. I only turn around every once in a red, red, moon. 

Red, red moon. When will your shadows break? 
Tell the truth; what’re you hiding behind that face? 
If matters in then I might space out, 
why can’t I take in what you’ve been putting out? 
Why do I reject while you endlessly reflect? 
While you’re projecting your perfection astounds 
Nighttime, please hide my eyes, so the man up there won’t watch me stare. 
Teach me to make moonshine, and we’ll get drunk on the spirit of the air. 

Well I walk the equator, chasing the light; little do I know it orbits close behind. 
I might remember or might assume, but I only turn around every once 
In a red, red moon. I only turn around every once in a red, red, moon. 

The constellations form infinite paisleys in the sky 
The condensation tumbles down and erases my sight 
And is it in the nightmare map of the cosmos up high? 
Or is it in the signs? Or stranger still, just in my eyes? 

Well I walk the equator, chasing the light; little do I know it orbits close behind. 
I might remember or might assume, but I only turn around every once 
In a red, red moon. I only turn around every once in a red, red, moon.

RED MOON

Lyrics for Thermodynamic Lawyer, Esq. G.F.D. by Will Wood and the Tapeworms from Everything is a Lot omitted by request of attorney.

Thermodynamic Lawyer Esq, G.F.D.

White Knuckle Jerk, by Will Wood and the Tapeworms, from Everything is a Lot. 

White Knuckle Jerk (Where Do You Get Off?)

Front Street, from "Everything is a Lot."

I’m in a meat-pack plant by the gutterside 
A slaughterhouse apartment with a slice of lime 
I’m cruisin’ with the bruisers, boozin’, I’ll be a suitor, losing my mind. 
Because there’s nothing to find. 
The fetid stench of bad intentions hangs in the sweat 
I’m in a sauna hot with drama and I’m tryin’ to forget 
All the masochistic rapture mis-steps 
Imminent pleasure’s ready to cut. To the bone. 
You said “let loose!” But now you’re lost. 
While you tied your boots like a tightrope noose. 
The problem chased the taste of the cause. 
While the evidence supports the truth. Is 80 enough proof for you? 

Here’s to my lady and I’m coming inside 
Drink to me baby, and what’s left of what’s right. 
It’s easier to use and lose than never to have used you 
On a fucked up Saturday night. Good times on Front Street. 

Loose lips sink ships, captain, will you go down? 
Float your boat and overboard and hoping to drown. 
Tell me what prevented you from coming downtown alone. 
Because we know you’re not afraid. 
This chastity is Greek to me, the meat is still fresh 
The gnashing teeth will masticate the bone from the flesh 
Since nobody will tell me where these bastards go, I’ll see for myself. 
I think they might go to hell. 
You said “let loose!” But now you’re lost. 
While you tied your boots like a tightrope noose. 
The problem chased the taste of the cause. 
While the evidence supports the truth. Is 80 enough proof for you? 

Here’s to my lady and I’m coming inside 
Drink to me baby, and what’s left of what’s right. 
It’s easier to use and lose than never to have used you 
On a fucked up Saturday night. Good times on Front Street. 

LAST CALL FOR MORALS, BETTER COVER YOUR DRINK 
SODOM AND GOMORRA’D LET IT GO DOWN THE SINK

Front Street

Music and Lyrics by Will Wood
Featuring
Dave English/Thomas Finch on Drums, Ben Scardo on Upright Bass, Will Wood on Guitar/Piano/Vocals/Kazoo/Backups

To cut down on my silhouette, my favorite food are smoke and hearts.
My leftover frets forget stiletto-self vendettas, while my cracking backbone lacks but backs up my false starts. 
All nightmares start as dreams and I hear my subconscious screaming. 
They say that beauty’s just skin deep, so naturally, please show me your- 

Bones, bones, bones 
Let me see your bones 
Well I don’t wanna know if the feeling follows home. 
Bones, bones, bones 
Hell, we’re all alone 
If I come home, baby, will you show your bones? 

Lumps in throats and petticoats, your baby teeth would pray for you. 
A selfish book is always open, and some of the best liars only want the truth. 
All love starts as a scheme, so wake me up, I’m tired of sleeping. 
They say that beauty’s just skin deep. So rip it off and please show me your 

Bones, bones, bones 
Let me see your bones 
Well I don’t wanna know if the feeling follows home. 
Bones, bones, bones 
Hell, we’re all alone 
If I come home, baby, will you show your bones? 

All nightmares start as dreams, all love starts as a scheme. 
Give me all your LSD so I can feel my mind unweave again. 
They say that beauty’s just skin deep. 
So Ana stands and rends the rancid meat from her 

Bones, bones, bones 
Let me see your bones 
Well I don’t wanna know if the feeling follows home. 
Bones, bones, bones 
Hell, we’re all alone 
If I come home, baby, will you show your bones? 

Bones, bones, bones 
I can see my bones 
Well I don’t wanna know if the feeling follows home. 
Bones, bones, bones 
Hell, we’re all alone 
If I come home, baby will you see my bones?

Skeleton Appreciation Day In Vestal, NY (Bones)

From "Everything is a Lot" by Will Wood and the Tapeworms.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hl5XUM_qoN4

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.

6up 5Oh CopOut (Pro/Con)

Dr. Sunshine is Dead (feat. Alex Nauth)

Dr. Sunshine Is Dead

Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In!

The Song with Five Names, a​.​k​.​a. Soapbox Tao, a​.​k​.​a. Checkmate Atheists! a​.​k​.​a. Neospace Government, a​.​k​.​a. You Can Never Know (feat. Alex Nauth)

The Song With Five Names

Mr. Capgras Encounters A Secondhand Vanity

Cotard's Solution (Anatta​/​Dukkha​/​Anicca)

Cotards' Solution (Anatta, Dukkha, Anicca)

2012

Independent experimental singer-songwriter and multimedia artist, currently fast asleep.

Will Wood

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