I SEE THE MONKEYS

will wood - suburbia overture / greetings from mary bell township! / (vampire) culture / love me, normally ( slowed + pitched + vampire culture part only )

vampire culture

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)

The new single "You Liked This (Okay, Computer!)" off Will Wood's upcoming album, "In Case I Make It," coming this summer.

Performed by Bev Standing
Written, produced, and engineered by Will Wood
Mixed by Kevin Antreassian
Piano recorded by Jonathon Maisto at Kawari Sound in Wyncotte PA
Vocals recorded by Bev Standing
Additional recording by Will Wood at Brown Recluse Hill
Piano by Will Wood


==Lyrics==

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You Liked This (Okay, Computer!)

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

Check one two. Check one two
It’s high fidelity lossless quality, it’s MP 1 2 3 4 5 FLAC
It’s polyphonic, the new philharmonic, with a Julliard doctorate. Live from The Metropolitan: 
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

Sex, Drugs, Rock 'n' Roll

I want a new pair of shades, get paid to wear shoes
Do what I say, don't say what I do when we're alone now
High up but a low down
You know I'm not the type of guy to turn my back on a knife
And that's why I'm still looking in the mirror

I want to be safe from the fame but be loved from afar
Get paid to write my name, could you airbrush my scars?
Get my good side. Don't get on my bad side.
You know I'm not the type of guy to turn my back on a knife
It's just my luck these motherfuckers talking smack on a guy
But I'm deserving every word they could begin to apply
Well at least they know now

That I really don't care what you think or what you say
Either that or I do way too much, oh well, whatever, either way
My hearts empty and I'm trying to fill it up
But it's not big enough for the both of us
No it's not big enough for the both of us

I want no less than the best but the best I can do
Is do the worst thing first and leave the rest up to you
I'm realistic. Everyone's a critic.
If I keep beating myself up I'll keep on winning the fight and get my ass kicked
I'm poisonous not toxic
I'll admit when I'm wrong, but only to be right
And if it fits in the song, I'll rhyme that with "contrived"
Don't meet your idols. Hey fuck you, I'm your idol.
But the only label that'll sign is in the DSM-5, cause my flaws are sort of on the pathological side.
Don't call me eccentric, call me mentally sick, 'cause I ain't sold enough tickets yet to be rich, and that's the only difference

I really don't care what you think or what you say
Either that or I do way too much, oh well, whatever, either way
My hearts empty and I'm trying to fill it up
But it's not big enough for the both of us
No it's not big enough for the both of us

And if looks could kill, I'd be staring in the mirror
And if looks could kill, I'd be staring in the mirror
And if looks could kill, I'd be staring in the mirror
Even more than I already would
'Cause man I'm looking good 

And I really don't care what you think or what you say
Either that or I do way too much, oh well, whatever, either way
My hearts empty and I'm trying to fill it up
But it's not big enough for the both of us
And I really don't care what you think or what you say
I'm a cancer, I'm malignant, yeah you ought to stay away
My hearts fucking empty and I'm trying to fill it up
But it's not big enough for the both of us
No it's not big enough for the both of us
No it's not big enough for the both of us.

...And If I Did, You Deserved It. ("In case I make it," Outtake) - Knitting Factory, Spokane, WA

LIVE IN STUDIO - Will Wood and the Tapeworms - "Skeleton Appreciation Day in Vestal, NY"

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)

the normal album 2024 mix but with an alt album cover

8. Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave

Wealth & Hellness

SELF-iSH

2012

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

Self-

Chemical Overreaction / Compound Fracture(Will Wood and the Tapeworms Cover)

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

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