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| I / Me / Myself | Will Wood | 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 be copacetic/come acetic Say my name like a slur, but I've been called worse And 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 All identities are equally invalid Don't you think that there's a chance that you could live without it All identities are equally invalid Don't you think that there's a chance that you could live without it All identities are equally invalid Don't you think that there's a chance that you |
| Memento Mori: the most important thing in the world | Will Wood | 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 led 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 going 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 |
| Love me, normally | Will Wood | In lipstick on the mirror Are the lyrics to my obituary In iambic pentameter, followed parameter Crossing my eyes, dot my T's I was delivered holding scissors I live deliberately, I'm a quitter And a winner anyway Cause I never agreed to participate in this game Won't follow my dreams No, they've all got me waking up screaming I can let them go from me After all there is no "I" in team And I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal I suggest that we keep this informal Cause a normal human being wouldn't need To pretend to be normal to be normal Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya To be normal in a way I couldn't be C'mon, c'mon, and love me normally If I could live in third person Well I don't think life would be much worse than it is In the current tense, presently This sentence ending with question marks or dot dot dot Is it courageous or escapist To leave the quarantine when you're contagious It may just be a cold And besides I don't wanna get old I drank myself to death to be the afterlife of the party When the afterparty came, I was rolling in my grave And I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal I suggest that we keep this informal Cause a normal human being wouldn't need To pretend to be normal to be normal Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya To be normal in a way I couldn't be C'mon, c'mon, and love me normally Now this is the part of the song where I like to talk to my audience I like to tell 'em there's something I want from you hep cats tonight I want you to look to your left, look to your right Your 12 o'clock, three o'clock, six o'clock, nine o'clock, rock around the clock tonight And I want you to find those points of no return, those singularities Those burning rings of fire in the beautiful pupils of the beautiful eyes of the beautiful Boy, girl, neither, both, or in-between that you brought with you tonight And I want you to tell 'em how you really feel I want you to tell 'em that you love the way they so seamlessly, like a dreamfully So beautifully, oh so dutifully Jam that square peg in the round hole in their heart I want you to tell 'em that you love the way That they don't stick out like sore middle fingers That they crawl their way up the side of the bell curve Stick their flag in the peak, and slide their way back down I want you to tell them that you love the way that they're not maladaptive Not malcontent, not malignant or maleficent, but rather that you love them Exactly the way that everybody else is I was nothing before so I couldn't have asked to be born I'll be nothing again, so what am I between now and then Is there nothing to fear? Cause shit's getting weird So to God who made this man, you better have one hell of a plan I'd rather be normal. Yes, so normal I suggest that we keep this informal Cause a normal human being wouldn't need. No To pretend to be normal to be normal Well I guess that's the least that I owe ya To be normal in a way I could never be C'mon, c'mon, yeah, I said c'mon, yeah C'mon, c'mon, yeah, I said c'mon, yeah C'mon, c'mon, and love me normally |
| Chemical Overreaction / Compound Fracture - 2020 Remastered Version | Will Wood and the Tapeworms | Nettles on my saddle and a badge on my vest Better bet I’ll never settle and I never could rest Till the sunrise dies and sets in the west A rattlesnake bite and a bullet in my chest I won’t stop to drop to draw A line in the sand ‘Cause I’ll be picked apart To pieces by coyotes I’m a lizard in the hand of the medicine man Who is the wizard of the land on wild peyote Woah Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m taking action Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m gaining traction Aye aye, I eye my eyes, no more distractions I’m done relaxing, I am a chemical reaction Bienvenidos a la villa de arañas españas Where the sentimental value of The city around you Is deleted obsolete and still Completely will stun you I’m tripping like a klutz and I’m rolling like thunder I’m a snot nosed pothead playing with matches A rotten spot of mold with My hands on a cactus My mouth is dry and my eyes are red I’m chewing on sand ‘cause the Desert’s in my head Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m taking action Aye aye, I eye my eyes, I’m gaining traction Aye aye, I eye my eyes, no more distractions I’m done relaxing, I am a chemical reaction Wretch and pule this panoramic Stretched out view is fat with panic Precognition lacks in hindsight We caught the illness back Before the twilight I might be a saint worth steeples I might be the brain of evil Bad things happen to good people Good things happen to me |
| BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA | Will Wood | Well he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic The way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges Roman candles at both ends in his synapses And the method with which he recycled his humors Trojan Horse'd his Blood-Brain Barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes And through flight-or-fight revelation shame the Black Box Warrior He skipped this town and headed straight down history Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate good incognito Pops placebos for libido, screaming, "Bless the torpedoes" For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down Well, he was wearing stolen rubber shoes and wrapped a poison ivy noose Around his Lotus jugular when they came Well, they found him with a map to every victim of his love And a tattoo of a blue jay on his face And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flatline cry A hymn out in Hungarian Harmonic But he cocked his noggin, through his stoma sang, "For auld lang syne" "Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics" His rib cage was a hornet's nest, palpitations set the beat His vagus nerve a turk's head knot, an axel hitch, a carrick bend He wondered if Christ Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee Auf wiedersehn, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down Hello, welcome, why don't you take a seat? Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to Now what's bothering you? Well, why don't we start at the beginning Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your Blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckle thumbs Did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands? Your projector eyes casting sci-fi's on your STR'd strands? Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus' bloody nose Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole Did you die before your day? Thursday traction, Tuesday titration My hope is to assess through my objective report of Your subjective conjecture Whether this proprietary bled of expertise and seasoning works as well as this Transorbital ice pick Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea? It's about the best we could come up with, what, you think ideas spread because they're good? No, they spread because people like them So now here we are once again, holding As it were, a mirror up to your mirror I guess it's just something people do A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function Coital machinations of the dead Well, you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus And learn to be an animal instead But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi causes Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem Not the things you do but something sick inside Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective CBT don't seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects You've lost your mind and almost lost your life before So you'll be fine For what? For what? For what it's worth If it was going to kill you boy, it would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, and why would you want to look back? I mean, it's no good looking back, so try to look forward now For what? For what? For what it's worth If they were going to get you boy, they would have by now For what? For what? For what it's worth There's no more looking back, it's looking up or looking down... |
| Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave. | Will Wood | They could prescribe you any illness you'd like if you define the terms of your ailments You could sing a pretty malady like a black canary But a crow don't know the smell of carbon monoxide How many years have you been on that couch? They could've quilt'd you in the throes by now You draw a line in the sand where it ends and you begin But the tide rolls in, so who knows? Oh, well And a little identity never hurt nobody, but lately you've been focusing too much on yourself So how many milligrams of you are still left in there? Whoa 'Cause back in my day we didn't need no feel-good pills and no psychiatrists No, we just drank ourselves to death God-damn it, we liked it Who makes the call? What's a symptom, what's a flaw, can it be both? Well, I suppose that's an answer Would you give up your humanity for just a touch of sanity? 'Cause God knows it's not like it's cancer And good news to the purists, they've discovered a cure for the symptoms of being alive It's a painless procedure with a low rate of failure But very few patients survive And a little conformity never hurt nobody, but lately I've been worried that you're losing yourself So how many milligrams of you are still left in there? Whoa 'Cause back in my day we didn't need no feel-good pills and no psychiatrists No, we just bled out in our baths God-damn it, we liked it Doctor, what's my prognosis if the studies show that Disease is in the eye of the beholder? Tell me "So it goes" We depress to impress, I guess, in layer after layer to get off our chests It's cold out now, we can take it off later Better safe than sorry, and we both know the danger So doctor, could you run another test? Got a feeling that this time I might just pass it Well, if you raise the average We'll all sing when the bell curve rings in lyrics symptomatic of the way we think And our harmonies don't sync, we can change our voices A chorus on condition of our diagnosis Back in my day we didn't need no feel-good pills and no psychiatrists What can I say, except don't heed no evil wills of moral nihilists I said, "Back in the days of lobotomies and shock therapy and mad scientists Oh, don't you make me waste my breath God-damn it" Ain't your you-dentity at stake? Does aspirin kill you with the pain? You're not your thoughts, you're not your brain, you're just the character you've made Up in your head, down in your heart, what seem like separate body parts Come together to believe they're you, and not just chemistry It's not the way that you were raised, or what the advertisements say Not what you pay for, what you pray for, what you want, or what you say And I see your tendency to redefine disease by what you need And I'm afraid I can't prescribe the diagnosis that you seek And something tells me that you need, forgive me now if I misspeak But something tells me that you like, and something tells me You prefer to be sitting there flipping through those old issues of people Well, that's our time, see you next week |