I SEE THE MONKEYS

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

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.

Camp Here & There: Campfire Songs Edition

Your Body, My Temple (Song)

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.

Tomcat Disposables

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!

I’m afraid of leaving my house
I’m afraid of dying of cancer
I’m afraid of black sedans, white vans, and computers
I’m afraid of losing my mind
I’m afraid of windows and airplanes
I’m afraid of my past, my fans, and my future

But I never been afraid of someone breaking my heart
Not like I’m bout to fall and cut my throat with the shards, 

And I’m afraid of damn near everything
All my life’s a panic trip, a rocket ship to planet schizoid
Hold me like a tourniquet and I you like an iron maiden
I’ve grown used to fear, but no, not to you yet my dear oh

I love you so much it scares me half to death
I’m not used to this, how did this happen?
I love you so much it scares me half to death
The other half I guess I’m giving to you. Oh, baby

I’m afraid that you’ll change your mind
I’m afraid there’s somebody better
I’m afraid of four-letter words like love, for, and ever
Or whatever.
I’m afraid you’ll notice my flaws
I’m afraid you already have. Obviously.
I’m afraid I’ll come on too strong, hold you too tight and scare you too

But I never been afraid to wear my heart on my sleeve
At least to prove I’m weak and if you cut me I bleed.
Could you be the light my X-rays need?
All my life’s a Duchovny role, oh, Gillian you won’t believe this
Spit me out you don’t know where I’ve been, hold me at claw’s length baby
I’m not used to fear of losing something I hold dear

I love you so much it scares me half to death
I’m not used to this, how did this happen?
I love you so much it scares me half to death
The other half I guess I’m giving to you. Oh, baby

I’ll twist my words, a clever turn of phrase
Sorry darling, please excuse my constant need to self-aggrandize
Coddling my narcissism, M.A.D. come ride my A-bomb
While I beg you to say I’m okay
So here’s one last lyric to sum up these thoughts I struggled to come up with
To make me seem deep and smart and then I promise I’ll shut up.
Let me think hold on I got this
Anything but I’m in love with you

I love you so much it scares me half to death
I’m not used to this, how did this happen?
I love you so much it scares me half to death
The other half I guess I’m giving to you. Oh, baby

Um, It's Kind of a Lot

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

A Knee-Slapping Joke Title Referring to How Ending Tracks on Will Wood Albums Are Always Kind of Like That (Memento
Mori 2024 Edit) • Will Wood!!!!

A Knee-Slapping Joke Title Referring to How Ending Tracks on Will Wood Albums Are Always Kind of…

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

Laplace's Angel (2018 Live In Studio Demo)

... Well, Better Than The Alternative (Better Alternative Edit)

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

I remastered a bunch of old Will Wood Project songs

Bleüctipie (Remastered by Izzy Izix) - A Verbal Equinox

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. 

--------------- 


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)

SELF-iSH

2012

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

Self-

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

Tomcat Disposables

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