@delia-garner isn't this one the symbol of Buddha

IM GONNA KIIILL MYYYSEELFFFFFFFFFF AUUUUUUGHHGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH (this is a joke dont send me to a hospital)

yhis is so underrated i barely see people talking about this 💔

JUST TRY TO REMEMBER WHAT YOU SEEE IN MEEEE

Song is not mine.

All credits go to Will Wood.

Listen to Camp Here and There on Mayfieldandbelov.com, Spotify, YouTube, and Apple Podcasts.

Venetian Blind Man - Will Wood

Will Wood - Outliars and Hyppocrates (fun fact about apples)

(skeleton appreciation day) 

holy shit i'm hallucinating and there's skeletons dancing everywhere 

nothing here belongs to me !! music & image by will wood :]

fibrodysplasia ossificans progressiva (live) - will wood

Misanthrapologist ("In case I make it", Outtake) - 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)

Jimmy Mushrooms' Last Drink (Bedtime in Wayne, NJ) by Will Wood and the Tapeworms, from Everything is a Lot

Salt on the glass, coke on the knife 
Is there anything left to escape but life? 
I didn’t sign. I didn’t sign up for this. 
May today lose what yesterday won. 
Hope that tomorrow I’ll get something done. 
I’m gonna run. I’m gonna run out of time. 

But, I’ll tell you what, I’m not afraid to die. 
I’m more afraid of what might happen first. 
Either way it’s not like we’ll get out alive. 
I can’t say that I know which one is worse. 

Everything’s useless, especially songs 
I think the truth is that everyone’s wrong. 
Still sing along. Still sing a long, long time. 
I might keep looking for nothing to find. 
They say “Keep trucking, it’s all in your mind!” 
“Jimmy, you’re fine,” End of the line gaining speed. 
Wrapping trees. 

But, I’ll tell you what, I’m not afraid to die. 
I’m more afraid of what might happen first. 
Either way it’s not like we’ll get out alive. 
I can’t say that I know which one is worse. 

But, I’ll tell you what, I’m not afraid to die. 
I’m more afraid of what might happen first. 
Either way it’s not like we’ll get out alive. 
I can’t say that I know which one is worse.

Jimmy Mushrooms' Last Drink  (Bedtime In Wayne, NJ)

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

(Cover this Song) A Little Bit Mine, by Will Wood and the Tapeworms, from Everything is a Lot

Say you’re still her 
The woman you were 
And you haven’t turned into 
Someone who never could love me again 
Cause you never broke my heart, no, you fixed it, and now it works. 
But only enough just to suffer the hurt. 
What can I say to convince you to slip back into my arms again? 
I won’t do you no harm again, lemme tell you that I’m sorry and that- 

I’m just a little bit crazy about you. 
Just a little bit out of my mind. 
Just a little insane without you 
Please come back and be just a little bit mine. 

I never thought, and if I did, I forgot 
While blackout in-love 
That’s what’s only starting would come to an end. 
But now I’m hungover and hung out to dry and I’m giving it time. 
Does not knowing the truth turn my words into lies? 
What can I say to convince you or do to make you agree with me? 
I don’t need you to be with me- just try to remember what you’d see in me. 

I’m just a little bit crazy about you. 
Just a little bit out of my mind. 
Just a little insane without you 
Please come back and be just a little bit mine. 

I’ll be here singing until our heartbeats fall into that rhythm again 
Whether it is or isn’t the end; who cares? 
God knows that I could use a friend. 

I’m just a little bit crazy about you. 
Just a little bit out of my mind. 
Just a little insane without you 
Please come back and be just a little bit mine.

(Cover This Song) A Little Bit Mine

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

White Knuckle Jerk (Where Do You Get Off?)

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)

This track is built from the past month’s BBC headlines bullets in Dallas, Oasis ticket chaos, Starbucks closures, ostrich culling delays, rat infestations, doner kebab regulations, Trump’s sabotage claims, and digital ID proposals. 

The lyrics stitch these absurd and chaotic news fragments together into a satirical commentary on how the world feels like it’s falling apart, even though statistically we’re living in the most peaceful time in history.

[Verse 1]
Anti-ICE bullets on the concrete floor,
Dallas night bleeds, but we still want more.
Oasis tickets, climbing sky-high,
Lines stretch out like a lullaby.

[Pre-Chorus]
Starbucks shutters, jobs hit the ground,
Nine hundred gone, no coffee sound.
Feathers waiting in a legal freeze,
Ostriches praying on bended knees.

[Chorus]
This is the most peaceful time in history,
But the headlines burn with calamity.
Chaos spins in a daily disguise,
The calmest storm under modern skies.

[Verse 2]
Digital IDs scan your face,
Barcode nation, data erased.
Dua’s name in the static flame,
Rumours howl, but it’s all the same.

[Pre-Chorus]
Rats run wild through the northern drains,
Multiplying quicker than the broken trains.
Doner rules fall on the EU floor,
Sauce rebellion kicks the door.

[Chorus]
This is the most peaceful time in history,
But the headlines burn with calamity.
Chaos spins in a daily disguise,
The calmest storm under modern skies.

[Bridge]
Triple sabotage on the UN stage,
Gold-leaf tyrant in a velvet cage.
Rats and feathers, kebabs and laws,
Scrolling thumbs conduct it all.

[Final Chorus]
This is the most peaceful time in history, Still the screen feeds endless misery.
Chaos spins in a daily disguise,
The calmest storm under modern skies.

[Outro]
Feathers fall, data flame,
History whispers, still the same. 

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