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I SEE THE MONKEYS

Will Wood- Memento Mori  The Most Important Thing In The World

Suburbia Overture Greetings / from Mary Bell Township! / (Vampire) Culture / Love Me, Normally

Marsha Thankk You for the Dialectics but I Need You to leave will wood

NOTHING HERE IS MADE BY ME, EVERYTHING BELONGS TO WILL WOOD

Love, Me Normally

I Lied About The Apple Thing (Skeleton - Bones Edition)

The Moral Implications Of A Deterministic Universe Feat. The Onceler (Laplace's Angel 2024 Edit)

Everything is a Lot by Will Wood and the Tapeworms from Everything is a Lot

Night sky, I wonder why I am alive until I die. 
I find that at this size, no answer can be right. 
All the moments you’ve lost, all the money it cost, all the dreams that you tossed aside. 
All that you feel is only real if you decide it inside. 
So when you’re holding on to everything but you feel you cannot, let it go, cause everything is a lot. 

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WE ARE BODDHISATVA, WE ARE BUDDHA, DYING, WAKING UP 
AS BUTTERFLIES WHO FALL ASLEEP AS MAHAPRAJNAPARAMITA 
WE CUT DOWN OUR BODDHI TREES, BURN DALAI LAMA AS A WITCH 
FROM SHANGRI-LA TO AUSCHWITZ, BE BARTER, KARMA IS A BITCH 
GLORY BE SATORI BU ITS HALLUCINATORY AND ITS SURE TO BE A 
STORY WE CAN TELL IN PURGATORY 
WE SAW IT ONCE ON MESCALINE, ENLIGHTENMENT IS BORING 
ALL YOUR HEROES REINCARNATED, THE GRATEFUL DEAD IS TOURING. 
LAO TZU, CHUANG TZU, YIN-YANG TATTOOS, FUCK YOUR MYSTIC WISDOM, FIND YOUR OWN WAY HOME FROM BONNAROO. 
IT'S JUST ONE MORE RELIGION, FUCK YOUR VISIONS, WE'VE DONE ACID TOO. 

DESTROY TO ENJOY, DESTROY TO ENJOY, DESTROY TO ENJOY, DESTROY TO ENJOY.




Everything Is A Lot

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)

Just a fun song dedicated to the moms who did our laundry

lost-again-and-again-.mp3

Hand Me My Shovel, I'm Going In!

SELF-iSH

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

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

Cotards' Solution (Anatta, Dukkha, Anicca)

2012

"Self-" Track 1 off SELF-iSH by Will Wood and the Tapeworms

Self-

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

Cotards' Solution (Anatta, Dukkha, Anicca)

Will Wood

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