BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA (Live In Studio) - Will Wood

Song is not mine.

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Venetian Blind Man - Will Wood

Yes, to Err is Human, So Don't Be One. (Song)

I do not claim this song. this song is not mine. 

Wealth and Hellness [feat. will wood]  - Human Zoo

(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

So 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
Oh woah oh, If you need 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, oh, if you need me, I'll be in my coffin
I'll be up day-walking, back from the dead for you.

Well, maybe I should switch up the style of my mistakes
The hearts or promises I tend to prefer to break
Oh, 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-knock - and I'll raise hell for you
Oh, woah, oh, 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 - World Café Live, Philadelphia, PA

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 - The Vermont Hollywood, Los Angeles, CA

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 [Live in Studio] - Backroom Studios, Rockaway, NJ

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

Why, I can't see
That I am the "me"
That I was born into
And what's the source of you?
In your head, in your head, in your head
And yet you believe it's true
Well, you do
Like you knew anything, ever, never
Trust in yourself
Or anyone else
We've always all been wrong
And we built these walls strong
Even I might defy, won't deny
That I'm trying while my eyes do defy
And belie quiet liars as I
Say what I say, any way, I might be saying it
But I've been wrong before

You can break a shovel when you break new ground
You dig dirt up when you dig deep down
You should know better than that by now
It's not profound to know that you could you could
You can break a shovel when you break new ground
You dig dirt up when you dig deep down
You should know better than that by now
It's not profound to know that you could never know

Don't you forget
That all you project
Is just to protect you from
The void within the form
Yes or no isn't null
Yes it is, no, I don't know
Yes or no, isn't that a silly question?
Ask it anyway, 'cause
What we are is
What we are not
אֶהְיֶה אֲשֶׁר אֶהְיֶה
What myths must make us man?
What is "is, " what is "not?"
What is "what?"
What's up party people?
What? What I wonder?
Why I'm not whatever, what the fuck 'cause

You could break a shovel when you break new ground
You dig dirt up when you dig deep down
You should know better than that by now
It's not profound to know that you could you could
You could break a shovel when you break new ground
You dig dirt up when you dig deep down
You should know better than that by now
It's not profound to know that you could never know

I noticed that the sunshine is a gaslight
I'm hoping that this one might be my past life
My Lord, I know enough to get my facts right
And that's good enough for me
And everything and everyone will die soon
And we'll have nothing left for us to lie to
No matter what we seek you'll never find truth
And that's good enough for me

True believers, I said, old time religion
Give me that old time religion
Give me that old time religion
It's good enough for me

So give me that old time religion
Give me that old time religion
Give me that old time religion
It's good enough for me.

So give me that old time religion
Give me that old time religion
Give me that old time religion
It's good enough for me.

So give me that old time religion
Give me that old time religion
Give me that old time religion
It's good enough for me.
It's good enough but not enough
To be good enough for me

Cause you could break a shovel when you break new ground
You dig dirt up when you dig deep down
You should know better than that by now
It's not profound to know that you could you could
You can break a shovel when you break new ground
You dig dirt up when you dig deep down
You should know better than that by now
It's not profound to know that you could never know

The Song With 5 Names - The Foundry, Lakewood, OH

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

Memento Mori (2018 Live In Studio Demo)

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

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

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