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XIX to the artist: website: 🤍 youtube: https://🤍 instagram: 🤍 _ I’ve been feeling lightheaded since I lost enough weight to fit back in my skin Flower petals and feathers tether me to the ground (pound for pound) Take my tea with formaldehyde for my feminine side since the day that I died While I whittle my bones until I’m brittle, am I pretty now? For some reason I find myself lost in what you think of me And too confused to choose who I should be And now you’ve got me thinking I wish I could be a girl, and that way you’d wish I could be your girlfriend, boyfriend Am I pretty enough to lie to? I wish I could be a girl, and that way you’d wish I could be your girlfriend, boyfriend Just little old me in a big, big world Little old me in a big world I wish I were a girl I’ve been feeling lighthearted since I gained enough weight back to cover my bones I get dressed up in shadows one leg at a time – we’re so alike But if the shoe fits, then I won’t try it on You’ll be walking out early, but the show must go on No, I know that I’m wrong But I love how you’re on my side when I cross that line It’s been a point of contention between myself and this body that they stuck me in The privilege of being born to be a man And now you got me thinking I wish I could be a girl, and that way you’d wish I could be your girlfriend, boyfriend Am I pretty enough to lie to? I wish I could be a girl, and that way you’d wish I could be your girlfriend, boyfriend Just little old me in a big, big world Little old me in a big world I wish Eating your prosthetic meat/meet your anesthetic criteria, pathetic seeing you become acetic/be copacetic Say my name like a slur, but I’ve been called worse I’ve heard it all before, no this isn’t a first Let me be the void you fill with taxidermy fingerprints, taxonomize our differences I am quantum physics, my witness brings me into existence I wish I could be a girl, and that way you’d wish I could be your girlfriend, boyfriend Am I pretty enough to love back? No, not yet I wish I could be a girl, and really I’d prefer it if you would use I/Me/Myself Am I pretty enough? Am I pretty enough to fucking die? Little old me in a big world Well I would give you my whole world Little old me in a big world I wish All identities are equally invalid Don’t you think that there’s a chance that you could live without it? (x
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Lyrics - 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 Music and Image - Will Wood Video - Me
X to the artist: website: 🤍 instagram: 🤍 youtube: 🤍 _ When did I become afraid of the dark? Are my eyeballs just yet to adjust to seeing the light? The room I’m in is still the same, the shadows have not rearranged it No, the only thing that’s changed is how I see at night I fumble for the switch and strap on infrareds And wish for sunshine when the morning’s somewhere else But I can’t change what time it is or dilate my irises Only what I look at, and I’m looking at myself I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night Well, who else could I be when I can’t hardly see? I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night I’m no one if I’m nowhere in between When did I become afraid of the dark? Was it when I left the cave and swore I’d never go back? If we can’t see each other, then there’s no more use for hiding I’ve decided I’ll abide it, why deny the color black? I’m not a flower, not a solar-powered calculator Damn my eyes for seeing what’s not there I’ll trade in vision for a practiced intuition Till my fears come to fruition I’m not scared I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night Well who else could I be when I can’t hardly see? I am not the sunshine, I am not the moon at night I’m no one if I’m nowhere in between The future must know where you’ve been The past predicts the state you’re in The present did and will not last Is, isn’t, was, have, hasn’t, has All that I ask is keep those empty frames If nobody’s in them, then no one is to blame For your self-portraits, sign another name Well, who should I be then, if I’ll never be the same? I will be my sunshine, I will be my moon at night Who else could I be when I can’t fucking see? I will be my sunshine, I will be my moon at night I’m nowhere now, here’s no one now to be And if dreams can come true, what does that say about nightmares? I’ll stay awake tonight
XXIV to the artist: website: 🤍 youtube: 🤍 instagram: 🤍 _ One day you'll look up at the ceiling above If you’re lucky you'll be surrounded by the ones that you love When the lights in your eyes fade and life flashes by One day you're going to die One day you’ll sleep and you'll never wake again Heaven, hell, nirvana, nothing, no one knows how it ends Rest in peace or pieces and won't even know why One day you're going to die Read your horoscopes, your palms and tarot cards But either way your destination ain't very far You could drown, or choke, or burn, or be hit by a car What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but something will eventually One day you'll look back at the life that you lead No more future left to fear that you'll have the past to regret But your worries will be over if you truly realize One day you’re going to die Take it away, hands In the fabric of time and in the vastness of space A billion amounts to nothing in infinity’s face At most a couple generations will remember the ways In which your life never mattered, so who cares if it's a waste? Well, one day you’ll be not even a faint memory No, at most a ghost or falling leaf from your family tree Your legacy's not yours to see, nor is your eulogy And you'll never know what it all means But you'll be at peace before you sleep if you just keep this in mind: That everything and everyone goes with the passage of time So whether it’s cancer, murder, or suicide One day you're going to die No need to fear 'cause when it's here you won't be alive Try not to think about it One day you're doing to die And there's probably nothing after One day you're going to die So if you only have one chance you oughta try your best to live as you like One day you're going to die
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ouch my hands. i think i died doing this one. but its one ive been wanting to do specifically because of the energy and fast-paced lyrics. gotta challenge myself u know
XXXI - Mr. Capgras Encounters a Secondhand Vanity: Tulpamancer’s Prosopagnosia/Pareidolia (As Direct Result of Trauma to the Fusiform Gyrus) to the artist: website: 🤍 youtube: 🤍 instagram: 🤍 _ You're trying to replace yourself You’re trying to replace yourself, you’re trying to replace yourself You’re trying to replace yourself, you’re trying to replace yourself You’re trying to replace yourself, you’re trying to replace yourself You’re trying to replace yourself, you’re trying to replace yourself Carving out a fact from a reckoning, beckoning you back, skin sagging off its skeleton Levitating off the ground is another man wearing your face All the other false identities, remedies or enemies to mitigate your memories Shuddered at what they found when they stripped away the grace Eulogy or biography, I’m who I oughtta be, and that is God to me (never never never) So, my God, what’s wrong with me? If who I wanna be might be Never Never Never. Never Never Never. Never Never Never. NO, NEVER! You’ll never take me alive, baby. You’ll never take me alive You’ll never take me, you’ll never take me, you better pray that I die You’ll never take me alive, baby. You’ll never take me alive You’ll never take me, you’ll never take me, and no, you’re never gon’ find Somebody to replace yourself! Somebody to replace yourself! Somebody to replace yourself! Somebody to replace yourself! Damn, I thought you’re not your imposter. You’re so sure you’re not gonna get caught Dead in your own skin, but you didn’t choose what you were born in And another man in your repertoire, ready in your head and fed upon your memoirs Still the same rules apply from the birthday to the mourning What you feel and what you do; are those things really you? And if not, then what is? (never never never) So, my God, what’s wrong with you? And I’m still asking who that is Never Never Never. Never Never Never. Never Never Never. OH, NEVER! You’ll never take me alive, baby. You’ll never take me alive You’ll never take me, you’ll never take me, you better pray that I die You’ll never take me alive, baby. You’ll never take me alive You’ll never take me, you’ll never take me, and no, you’re never gon’ find Somebody to replace yourself! Somebody to replace yourself! Somebody to replace yourself! Somebody to replace yourself! You’ll never take me alive, baby. You’ll never take me alive (This is not enough! This is not enough to prove it yet!) You’ll never take me, you’ll never take me, you better pray that I die (No, I need to hit the bottom!) You’ll never take me alive, baby. You’ll never take me alive (This is not enough! This is not enough to prove it yet!) You’ll never take me, you’ll never take me, you better pray that I die (No, I need to hit the bottom!) Somebody to replace yourself! Somebody to replace yourself! Somebody to replace yourself! Somebody to replace yourself! Somebody to replace yourself! Somebody to replace yourself! Somebody to replace yourself! Somebody to replace yourself!
III - aka soapbox tao aka checkmate atheists! aka neospace government aka you can never know to the artist: website: 🤍 instagram: 🤍 youtube: 🤍 _ 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 define, 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 may 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 can never know You can never know You can never know You can never know So 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 it a silly question? Ask it anyway, 'cause What we are is (Gotta get to the bottom of this) What we are not (Gotta get to the bottom of this) אֶהְיֶה אֲשֶׁר אֶהְיֶה (Gotta get to the bottom of this) What myths must make us men? 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 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 can never know You can never know! You can never know! You can 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 So give me that old time religion Gimme that old time religion Give me that old time religion It’s good enough for me So give me that old time religion Gimme that old time religion Give me that old time religion It’s good enough but not enough To be good enough for me 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 can never know
song belongs to will wood :) this song makes me go feral idk
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the entire song name is too long for the title. thanks will! anyway this took me about. one and a half days. funky. idk why i decided to do this. maybe it's the brain worms. if you notice any syncing issues- no u don't, thank you.
XV to the artist: website: 🤍 instagram: 🤍 youtube: 🤍 _ My heart was stolen by a blind pickpocket In the deep city streets in the summer of 2012 And I never even saw her face My dreams were shattered like a stained glass window Jesus in Pieces, I believe I threw a brick right through Him But my memory could not be saved It just seems unlikely that it's me who was to blame So I bookmark my DSM 'cause I need to remember my place This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet No, I need to hit the bottom This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet No, I need to hit the bottom Gotta get to the bottom of this Gotta get to the bottom of this Gotta get to the bottom of this Take you with me My soul was crushed like a tall boy Underneath the boots on the curb And I’m still picking up my molars And putting them back in my face My name was soiled by a last call spill With a backwash swill and the blackout killed me Sober on impact from a fall from grace Take the road on higher ground And tell me “Don’t look down! You’ll fall and break your back” But that just reminds me how there’s more to be found beneath the black This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet No, I need to hit the bottom This is not enough, this is not enough to prove it yet No, I need to hit the bottom Gotta get to the bottom of this Gotta get to the bottom of this Gotta get to the bottom of this Take you with me Bottle, well, or barrel? All are empty Dug, or drank, or poured it out When too much is not enough there’s plenty More where that came from around Looking up we see the point of entry Between where we are and we’ve been Looking up I could say Heaven sent me Hand me my shovel, I’m going in Looking up we see the point of entry Between where we are and we’ve been Looking up I could say Heaven sent me Hand me my shovel, I’m going in Gotta get to the bottom of this Gotta get to the bottom of this Gotta get to the bottom of this Gotta gotta get, gotta gotta get, gotta get Gotta get to the bottom of this Gotta gotta get, gotta gotta get, gotta get Gotta get to the bottom of this Gotta gotta get, gotta gotta get, gotta get Gotta get to the bottom of this If it kills me Gotta gotta get, gotta ow! Gotta get to the bottom of this Gotta get to the bottom of this Gotta get to the bottom of this If it kills me This is not enough, this is not enough, not enough to prove it yet No, I need to hit the bottom This is not enough, this is not enough, not enough to prove it yet No, I need to hit the bottom This is not enough, this is not enough, not enough to prove it yet No, I need to hit the bottom This is not enough, this is not enough, not enough to prove it yet No, I need to hit the bottom
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The Normal Album now available to stream everywhere and on vinyl, cassette, & CD at Say-10.com. Video by Angelica Pasquali Will Wood: Vocals, Piano, Glockenspiel Vater Boris: Bass Guitar Mike Bottiglieri: Guitar Matthew Berger: Alto Saxophone, Flute Mario Conte: Drums, Percussion Richard Cush: Trombone Seamus Ronan: Baritone Saxophone Robert Schaefer: Trumpet Songs by Will Wood Arranged and Orchestrated by Will Wood, Matthew Berger, Vater Boris, Mike Bottiglieri, & Mario Conte. Produced and Engineered by: Jonathon Maisto Additional Engineering by Kevin Guillorn Recorded at Backroom Studios in Rockaway, NJ and PonderRosa Studios in Lafayette, NJ Special Thanks To: Beryl Schragger, Adam Gecking, Big Picture Media, Drew Roberts, Whitney Newman, Kadin Napoli, Valeria Maza Arizmendi, Nathan Barney, Anna-Maria Goossens, Patti Parisi Drake, Alexandra Yablonsky, Vladimir Hryckewycz, Daniel Kostolecki, Wendy Rook, Kiera E. Birch, Matthew Baker, Gracie Pryor, Joshua Miller, Kevin Antreassian, Gabe Francis, Jonathon Maisto, Tarra Frawley, Samantha Bourke, A West, Adam Mills, Brian Fiegley, Andrew Roberts, Karl Rehm, Jack Clark, James A Hutton, Jason Crain, Jessica Holowicki, Marcus Kinney, Adam Mills, Aidan Marcinkowski,
give the man his shovel. i do not own this song, it belongs to: 🤍
Decided to make the lyrics of a Will Wood song, which I love (normally) Enjoy! Background: Made in Krita
this motherfucker has a lot of instrumentals in his songs and it's very hard to figure out what to put there but! i have found a solution! its called "bullshit your way through an animation like you have any idea how to animate at all"
it's a lyric video for "...and if i did, you deserved it" by will wood mistake at 2:14, it's not "that'll", it's "that I'll"
where did all of you people come from???? anyway sorry this one took so long- life got in the way. which is very rude of life to do. what did i ever do to it. life is just a hater smh also with all of these vids i get to notice some weird choices with the lyrics, like how the 'ay-ay-ay-ay' is repeated in the last pre-chorus when it was only done once in previous pre-chorus'. thats a fact that's probably replacing something important in my brain. oh and the fact that the lyrics are also often wrong on genius- in the last chorus he's clearly saying 'same' but our pals at genius.com have it as 'things'. thanks will anyway thank u all for the support i love u
ACK i died and used my bones in this video. those are my real bones that i really have. dont look too closely at them.
this is one that i've been wanting to do for a while because i had a very particular idea in mind and i like how it turned out :) as always, custom font used (the handwritten one); license: Public Domain link: 🤍
i finally got to it! my favorite song ever! this one was kinda hard to do because of the tempo of the song. that and the gang vocals made it a bit more of a challenge to sync also i used some custom fonts because the fonts i already had didn't give me the vibe i wanted, links to em here. thanks for making em fellas :) font: Buggie license: Public Domain link: 🤍 font: Tonisianwilliams license: Public Domain link: 🤍
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Will Wood talks about his band "Will Wood and the Tapeworms". The interview gets a little hectic, as the show begins to fall apart. Check out Will Wood here! 🤍 🤍tapewormsmusic 🤍WPTVLateNight
I DID THE MONOLOGUE. IT TURNED MY BRAIN INTO MUSH. AAAAA. please will you speak too fast, slow down so my poor brain can properly sync you
The song in this video belongs to the band Will Wood and the Tapeworms. I am not affiliated with any artists or labels, and do not own this song. Front Street (EIAL) Lyrics used: 🤍
video contains brief flashing lights Suburbia Overture: Greetings from Mary Bell Township! / (Vampire) Culture / Love Me, Normally - Will Wood since this blown up for some reason; 1. thanks!! 2. i fucking hate dsmp fans, go away 3. the character in the video belongs to me! his name is Tommy Meshach and he’s the Harbinger of God. since God in his universe went missing, he has to fill in His role despite being a little unstable and more focused on shaping the world to be that “cookie-cutter-american-dream” town as a way of ensuring every human’s place into Heaven. he’s the face of a company called Angel Co. that runs Heaven as a simulation. he’s a robot angel! if you’re curious abt his deal, feel free to ask! 🤍 🤍 🤍 🤍 🤍
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