They paint the walls with colors that you’re not meant to notice
Beiges and browns, off-whites and grayscales
Fluorescent lights to shine on the eggshell ground
Now you’re lying face down
You blend into the background
Of white noise

They fill the halls with tunes you can’t get into your head
4/4 and Dorian, wrote ‘em for ignoring ‘em
Yeah, it sorta sounds like a retro top-40 but wrong
You’re not meant to sing along
It isn’t that kind of song
It’s white noise.

But If you listen closely I swear, to God I swear
You can hear the ocean if you hold it up to your ear, here:

White noise
If you listen close between the waves
White noise
You can hear the ocean through your wake
White noise
If you listen close between the waves
White noise 
You can hear the ocean through your wake

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It’s theoretically dense, it’s impressive, it’s microtonal and it challenges western
Notions of art, it’s post-avant-garde, it’s going places ‘cause it comes from the heart and
Its personality’s a lack of identity. It makes no statement but does so quite loudly
It’s an aesthetic, I mean an anesthetic, and its an experience for your seventh sense, yes
Does it cure cancer? Yes, it cures cancer. Wow! It begs the question just to tell you the answer
Do you believe in the power of silence? Well if you walk the walk, can you talk more quiet?

White noise
If you listen close between the waves
White noise
You can hear the ocean through your wake
White noise
If you listen close between the waves
White noise 
You can hear the ocean through your wake

You fill your head with thoughts you find you can’t even feel
Try to make room in your skull, but its full of them
All of the things that you think and then think about thinking
I know It’s hard
But they’re not who you are
They’re white noise

"In case I make it,"

White Noise

music & lyrics by Will Wood
Produced by Will Wood
Recorded by Simon Ficken at Backroom Studios in Rockaway NJ and Jonathon Maisto at Kawari Sound in Wyncotte PA
Mixed & mastered by Kevin Antreassian
String section and choir arranged by Will Wood
Baritone ukulele, piano, keyboards - Will Wood
Upright bass - Vater Boris
Electric guitar - Mike Bottiglieri
Strings - Yoed Nir
Choir - Sofia Session Choir & Orchestra LTD.

==Lyrics==

I was right there  
While you fought tooth and nail
Gasping in the gas mask thrashing till you disappeared
Say you’re not scared, that you know it’s cause I cared and
Say you know I love you, and that hope was just not there

And I know, I know that I’m wrong
That when you’re gone you’re gone 
And I can’t bring you home
But I want, I want to believe
That you’ll remember me when you’re just memory

Roots in the ground
Or uploaded to the cloud or
Warm inside our hearts or as electrons in our head – nowhere now
Over the rainbow, can I stop by and say hello and
Sorry I would take it back if I could but I know

To love one from too far to call
Is not to love at all, to whom is it I talk?
But I want, I want to believe 
That you can still hear me when you’re just memory

Said “it’s okay”
And “It’ll be all be over soon"
I’d never let a bad thing happen to you
Now goodnight I love you

And every, everybody dies 
Fighting for their lives, just trying to survive
Well now I know, I know why we say
That there’s a better place that waits beyond the grave, oh

And I know, I know it’s not true. 
There’s just no more you but as long as there’s no proof
Then I choose, I choose to believe 
That we’ll met in sweet dreams after you’re put to sleep

Euthanasia

Monologue performed by Bev Standing, whose voice was used allegedly without her consent by TikTok for their text-to-speech feature until she filed suit. A black comedy homage to Radiohead's "Fitter Happier," created by Will Wood.

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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

==Lyrics==

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 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

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

Wonder how I didn’t die 
This is not my life. I’m no survivor, I only happened to survive.
Wonder how I sleep at night 
Well I count pink elephants, blessings and skeletons
Down the days I have left, with one eye open 
That was me screaming “Bitch, I am reality.”
And stumbling off to lose myself in a brown paper bag cause me and
Sweet Evan Williams got a date down on Avenue 
A staving shakes scraping change till daybreak 
Turns out anyone can eat out the trash
Then wake up on the freeway mid-crash

Cause I was drunk when I made my bed
Now with a half-decade hangover I lay down in it
What have I done? Don’t know what I’ve said
It’s a half-decade hangover, either this, in jail, or dead
It’s a half-decade hangover, Jesus Christ my aching head

Waste not want not borrowed time
Lender knows I’ve tried, to make it right, give back my life and if not
Take it cause lately I been thinking maybe I could
Take it or leave it if I can’t at least break even then I’m leaving when
I been feeling this awful since I hit bottom and
said “hand me my shovel, I’m going in.”

Oh brother – man, you call that recovered?
Tripped on a couple steps, and collapsed on the stairs
Broke my neck on the backs of those who I’ve hurt and scared
Like it’s a good thing, you said “you’ve got your whole life ahead”
Oh great, another half a century to live to regret
I’d rather be anybody else instead

Cause I was drunk when I made my bed
Now with a half-decade hangover I lay down in it
What have I done? Don’t know what I’ve said
It’s a half-decade hangover, either this, in jail, or dead
It’s a half-decade hangover, Jesus Christ my aching head

Sober, but so much still hangs over
Please believe me when I say I poured my whole past down the drain
Say that a second chance is a chance I can take
But I can’t make amends for things I don’t remember
I can only say I’m sorry and occasionally pray
Guess you’ll just have to take my word that I’ve changed
After one thousand eight hundred twenty five days

I was drunk when I made my bed
Now with a half-decade hangover I lay down in it
What have I done? Don’t know what I’ve said.
It’s a half-decade hangover, hand me my ibuprofen
It’s a half-decade hangover, Jesus Christ my aching head

Half-Decade Hangover

Big Fat Bitchie’s Blueberry Pie, Christmas Tree, and Recreational Jell-o Emporium

Falling up

Your stratospheric fear of catastrophe’s near, fast it’s here 
Atmosphere past your ears, fall but you’ll neverland
Second star to the right…

I’m gripping the grass and I’m pulling up daisies
Thank matter for mass and the comfort of gravity
Airplane eclipses over spirals of math, would or could the impact kill me?
Yes, yes, yes. No, no, no, no, no.
It’s just the high-noon moon saying “shoot for the stars!”
“Be the next big constellation, connect the dots between your parts!”

Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze
You make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed.
Only plastic flowers never die

With the bones of a crow and ambitions of candlewax
What do you know of control? The wind is simply at your back
It really seems pollen’s more clever than bees, so you cue the final words of Leary:
And cry “Why, why, why? Why not? Why not? Why not?”
I’d rather be a hot-air Hindenburg than an elephant tied right down to its stake
Cut ties, shed the dead weight. I ain’t saying it’s fate, but there are no mistakes

And dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze
You make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed.
Only plastic flowers never die. 

While I cry on skies of blue linoleum. 
Clouds of spilt milk, but am I the cup?
Here comes the sun, am I falling up?
Falling up. 
Here comes the sun, am I falling up?

Disney-Pixar Ludovico, Shirley Temple maraschino
Hotel rooms of Motley Crüe, Broadway producer improv troupes
Ray-Bans in your living room, eyeline hurts to be in view like
Stage fright only when its karaoke night with friends leave early
Did I earn this stupid hat? Is now really a good time for a new tattoo?
Oh, is now really a good time for a new tattoo?  

The larger they are
The harder they tend to fall
Much larger than life cause from such height
Life looks awful small

And dandelions grow in dirt
Magic mushrooms grow in piles of bullshit
I grew up in suburbia. 
Love us or hate us, pick us you’re killing us, and 
Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze
You make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed
Only plastic flowers never die. 

While I cry on skies of blue linoleum. 
Clouds of spilt milk, but am I the cup?
Here comes the sun, am I falling up?
Falling up. 
(Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze 
You make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed.
Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze, you make a wish.)
Here comes the sun, am I falling up?
Falling up. 
(Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze
You make a wish upon the dead but turn and call it a weed.
Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze, you make a wish.)
Here comes the sun, am I falling up?

Did I earn this stupid hat? Is now really a good time for a new tattoo?
Oh, is now really a good time for a new tattoo?

Your stratospheric fear of catastrophe’s near, fast it’s here 
Atmosphere past your ears, fall but you’ll neverland. 
Second star to the right…
And straight on ‘till you die.

Falling Up

This is a desk job, a data entry five-to-niner
Yeah, I guess I'm my own boss, but everyone's my supervisor
Tell me what kind of living legend would only want a living wage?
Because I just turned 27 and I'm dying of old age.
Guess I'm just selfish. I wanna have but not be had
And I think "can I sell this?" The rainfall's a windfall the fourth wall a paywall
Whenever things get bad

So this is what I choose to do with my redeeming quality
That thing that came from the same place as my instability
It's not a gift if you pay for it and I don't want no charity
I spent all my years to end up right here, and now
I really think I'd rather leave

Cause I hate sex, I hate drugs, and I hate rock n' roll
And I hate music and my lack of self-control
And I hate sex, I hate drugs, and I hate rock n' roll
And I hate proving that I'm still human after all

It's the death of the author, you read between white chalk outlines
Well if the pen's that much stronger, then call this Harakiri as I kamikaze to my career suicide
I hate these Easter bunny encores, 2 and 4 beat claps
Stockade stages, applause and praise, and trying to chuck tomatoes back
News-feeds, groupies, critics, analytics, and
Starry-eyed stalkers who demand a man in lipstick
And a role model psycho but an echo in their chamber
Martyr to their dollar but a baby in a manger
Effigy on the alter: the parish they brandish their
Torches and sway to this love song
Screaming
"Virginia, walk on my water!"
Their apocryphal daughters with Nerf armor and AR's who want me
Caught with red hands cut my wrists and make me put white gloves on

So go ahead sure, drink my Kool-aid, it wouldn't mix well with my meds
But there's demand and a market for my brand-scars, and I can't treat the trademarks in my head
I hate to be "that guy," but I'm not that guy anymore and I made God damn sure he's dead
And I would dance on his grave, but the music I play seems to say take me instead. So

I hate sex, I hate drugs, and I hate rock n' roll
And I hate music and my lack of self-control
And I hate sex, I hate drugs, and I hate rock n' roll
And I hate music, yeah, I hate you kids
And I hate putting up fourth walls
And I hate proving that I'm still human after all
I hate proving that I'm still human

Sex, Drugs, Rock 'n' Roll

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

White Noise

Will Wood

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