oh my god this song is so good. its. AUSVSUSBWIDJW

I might be going mad butttt... Hannigram-?

I LOVE THIS SONG I LOVE THIS SONG I LOVE THIS SONG

woah woah woah dude at least take me to dinner first...

SORRY GUYS some of these have been taken down but you can dm me on my discord acc!! My nickname: spaghettilover69

Just trying to find every WW's song

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

Outliars And Hyppocrates:  a fun fact about apples

Marsha, Thankk You For The Dialectics, But I Need You To Leave

10/10 OF THE NORMAL ALBUM
YEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAHHHH

Memento Mori: The Most Important Thing In The World

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

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

"Blue Velvet" Reboot Starring Tom Waits (Suburbia Overture 2024 Edit)

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?)

¡Aikido! (Neurotic/Erotic) by Will Wood and the Tapeworms, from "Everything is a Lot."



¡Aikido! (Neurotic Erotic)

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)

SELF-iSH

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

Cotards' Solution (Anatta, Dukkha, Anicca)

Okay so:
1. Yes, I have Will Wood songs from before 2012. I can't post them here because they will be reported and deleted anyway. If you really care about them, you can write to me on discord:       spaghettilover69

2. I'm not an archivist, I'm just trying to organize all the songs I find. I don't particularly care to seek them out, but if I find something new I'll add it to my playlist. I don't have any other songs that you can't find here except two albums "soundcloud demos" and "a demonstrative manifesto"

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

Skeleton Appreciation Day In Vestal, NY (Bones)

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