-iSH is such a powerful and clear thesis and it’s utterly opposed to how our society conceptualizes identity. “Find yourself, be yourself, love yourself” is our motto, as if that’s not putting a name to a bunch of spasming neurons that will flow and change. If you forge an identity it will be an amassment of the people and faces and ideas around you. You will be caught in the undertow of feeling like everything you are is a lie. Do not be anything. Just think, breathe, act, desire, and feel. No need to “be” anything. It doesn’t matter who you are.
album lyrics: a thread I'll shake the apples from my family tree So when the autumn comes to take the leaves We'll write history books from memories That we shared and will forget Well, I don't remember 2012 But I heard the world would turn to hell And compared to that, well I'm doing well So I pray to God it really did Well, they always ask you not to leave And I am as they remember me So when all my friends forget my name No, I won't come back and be the same No, I won't come back and be the same And I'm gonna be my self again
2012 Fuck! I was an existential criminal, so innocently cynical Ignorant as fuck but a proud individual Originally meant to live a God-damned miracle Might’ve been metaphysical, but I think it was medical Testing my hypothesis Never finding a theory Emulating animals and mental aboriginals A miserable fuck but a loud Tao mystical An enemy of ritual traditionally integral To Biblical originals, but literally pitiful Too impatient for outpatient Paging Dr. Leary Did you lose yourself? It’s always in the last place that you’d check I might find myself by retracing my steps, but… I don’t remember, well, I forgot myself I don’t remember, I don’t remember 2012 I don’t remember how I forgot myself I don’t remember, I don’t remember 2012 I don’t remember 2012, I don’t remember Wow, the whole year’s a blur I think I bought into the comedy and brought a lot of oddity An odyssey I thought to be consider a commodity And not until anomaly abolished my monotony Did I applaud autonomy and modify a lot of me I’ll escape this reality Be the next Houdini Glory be Satori but its hallucinatory And it’s sure to be a story I can tell in purgatory I said, once I’ve lost it can there be a Mahaprajnaparamita? Did you lose yourself? Well, it’s always in the last place you’d check I might find myself by retracing my steps Wow! I don’t remember how I forgot myself I don’t remember, I don’t remember 2012 I don’t remember how I forgot myself I don’t remember, I don’t remember 2012 I heard the world would turn to hell Compared to that, I’m doing well I don’t remember how I forgot myself I don’t remember, I don’t remember 2012 I don’t remember how I forgot myself I don’t remember, I don’t remember 2012 I don’t remember 2012, I don’t remember 2012
Cotard’s Solution (Anatta/Dukkha/Anicca) What if the wind caught up with me, started to change when I did? Would I blow out like a light? Or like a kite fly away? What if the fear of darkness gave way to the fear of color? Would you live in black and white? Or rest your eyes through the day? And if dreams can come true, what does that say about nightmares? I’ll stay awake tonight Cry my name, remind my brain of my identity I’m not gonna listen, I’m not my volition, I’m Sha na na na na na na na, free will Am I to blame for riding this train right by my destiny? Ah, prove I can crack, ah, loose from the track, ah Sha na na na na na na na, free will Rolling my third eye into the back Of my head and squinting through the black Saw no center, saw not where it lead It’s times like this that make me wish that I wished that I were dead, I don’t wish I were dead But somebody’s got to go I wanna make my murder look like a suicide But they’ll all know, they’ll all know, but they’ll all know the body’s mine I wanna go anonymous to identify But they’ll all know, they’ll all know, they’ll all know, they’ll all know They’ll all know that the body’s mine Divide by 1 and find I’m one less than the one I was So how many people am I? Now that I keep ‘em in my Sha na na na na na, memory, still I Check in the mirror to see how I look, I look different in different ways Ah, you do the math, ah, who’s looking back? Ah Sha na na na na na na na, that's not me Carving my initials in the back Of my hand in case of losing track I forgot, remember to forgive? It’s times like this that make me wish that I wished that I could live, I don’t wish I could live But somebody’s got to stay I wanna make my murder look like a suicide But they’ll all know, they’ll all know, they’ll all know that the body’s mine I wanna go anonymous to identify But they’ll all know, they’ll all know, they’ll all know, they’ll all know, they’ll all know, they'll all know Oh, they’ll know it’s mine And if dreams can come true, what does that say about nightmares? I’ll stay awake tonight I wanna make my murder look like a suicide (Kill me, kill me, kill me, kill me) But they’ll all know, they’ll all know, they’ll all know that the body’s mine (Kill me, kill me, kill me, kill me) I wanna go anonymous to identify (Kill me, kill me, kill me, kill me) But they’ll all know, they’ll all know, they’ll all know, they’ll all know (Kill me, kill me) They’ll all know that the body’s mine
Mr. Capgras Encounters a Secondhand Vanity: Tulpamancer’s Prosopagnosia/Pareidolia (As Direct Result of Trauma to the Fusiform Gyrus) 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 [Post-Chorus] 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 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 (very long instrumental break) 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
The Song with Five Names, a.k.a. Soapbox Tao, a.k.a. Checkmate Atheists! a.k.a. Neospace Government, a.k.a. You Can Never Know 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 man? 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
Hand Me My Shovel, I’m Going In! 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 down 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
I have to listen to this album from start to finish (including the credits) every time I click on it. Absolute kills it, awesome music. And that last quote too.
thank youu will wood is, like, the only artist that my adblock can't get past the "it's time to open thy heart/wallet" message from bandcamp for some reason. i feel like i hear some compression on this but whatever
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-iSH is such a powerful and clear thesis and it’s utterly opposed to how our society conceptualizes identity. “Find yourself, be yourself, love yourself” is our motto, as if that’s not putting a name to a bunch of spasming neurons that will flow and change. If you forge an identity it will be an amassment of the people and faces and ideas around you. You will be caught in the undertow of feeling like everything you are is a lie. Do not be anything. Just think, breathe, act, desire, and feel. No need to “be” anything. It doesn’t matter who you are.
The greatest pleasure of being, is to not.
Nobody truly is, because everything flows. Everything changes entirely every single subdivision of a second.
I can't believe will wood created tapeworms to play music with him.
You’re a funny shitposter, aren’t you?
@@CadenHall-w4l no 😔
@@CadenHall-w4lyes, yes they are.
I CHOKED ON MY WATER
i wish that tapeworms were real
@Henning ahahaha will wood the tapeworm a-lurking in the dark
@Henning decides to get rowdy, get real violent (god what have i started lmfao)
@Henning (dr.) sunshine, lotion, fun in the sun, blood in the ocean, everybody run
@Henning he’ll eat smoke, he’ll eat hearts, oh no
@Henning eating hearts (assuming they’re human hearts) is cannibalism but ok lmao
I’m so glad will wood invented memories
Ayo who up willing they wood
Taping my worm
20ing My 12elves
Sterealizing my sexuals
Jammin My Faces
Verbalizing My Equinox
Will helped me gain consciousness for a second time
This is such a good way to articulate this feeling, you... genius. This is the best way I've ever heard it described.
What was the first
THE WILHELM SCREAM IN 2012?????????????????????????
AUUGHH
Best part
bill good sand the staples
yes
Yes
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Yes
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This Will sure is Wood; And his Tapeworm Are Too!
album lyrics: a thread
I'll shake the apples from my family tree
So when the autumn comes to take the leaves
We'll write history books from memories
That we shared and will forget
Well, I don't remember 2012
But I heard the world would turn to hell
And compared to that, well I'm doing well
So I pray to God it really did
Well, they always ask you not to leave
And I am as they remember me
So when all my friends forget my name
No, I won't come back and be the same
No, I won't come back and be the same
And I'm gonna be my self again
2012
Fuck!
I was an existential criminal, so innocently cynical
Ignorant as fuck but a proud individual
Originally meant to live a God-damned miracle
Might’ve been metaphysical, but I think it was medical
Testing my hypothesis
Never finding a theory
Emulating animals and mental aboriginals
A miserable fuck but a loud Tao mystical
An enemy of ritual traditionally integral
To Biblical originals, but literally pitiful
Too impatient for outpatient
Paging Dr. Leary
Did you lose yourself? It’s always in the last place that you’d check
I might find myself by retracing my steps, but…
I don’t remember, well, I forgot myself
I don’t remember, I don’t remember 2012
I don’t remember how I forgot myself
I don’t remember, I don’t remember 2012
I don’t remember 2012, I don’t remember
Wow, the whole year’s a blur
I think I bought into the comedy and brought a lot of oddity
An odyssey I thought to be consider a commodity
And not until anomaly abolished my monotony
Did I applaud autonomy and modify a lot of me
I’ll escape this reality
Be the next Houdini
Glory be Satori but its hallucinatory
And it’s sure to be a story I can tell in purgatory
I said, once I’ve lost it can there be a Mahaprajnaparamita?
Did you lose yourself? Well, it’s always in the last place you’d check
I might find myself by retracing my steps
Wow! I don’t remember how I forgot myself
I don’t remember, I don’t remember 2012
I don’t remember how I forgot myself
I don’t remember, I don’t remember 2012
I heard the world would turn to hell
Compared to that, I’m doing well
I don’t remember how I forgot myself
I don’t remember, I don’t remember 2012
I don’t remember how I forgot myself
I don’t remember, I don’t remember 2012
I don’t remember 2012, I don’t remember 2012
Cotard’s Solution (Anatta/Dukkha/Anicca)
What if the wind caught up with me, started to change when I did?
Would I blow out like a light? Or like a kite fly away?
What if the fear of darkness gave way to the fear of color?
Would you live in black and white? Or rest your eyes through the day?
And if dreams can come true, what does that say about nightmares?
I’ll stay awake tonight
Cry my name, remind my brain of my identity
I’m not gonna listen, I’m not my volition, I’m
Sha na na na na na na na, free will
Am I to blame for riding this train right by my destiny?
Ah, prove I can crack, ah, loose from the track, ah
Sha na na na na na na na, free will
Rolling my third eye into the back
Of my head and squinting through the black
Saw no center, saw not where it lead
It’s times like this that make me wish that
I wished that I were dead, I don’t wish I were dead
But somebody’s got to go
I wanna make my murder look like a suicide
But they’ll all know, they’ll all know, but they’ll all know the body’s mine
I wanna go anonymous to identify
But they’ll all know, they’ll all know, they’ll all know, they’ll all know
They’ll all know that the body’s mine
Divide by 1 and find I’m one less than the one I was
So how many people am I? Now that I keep ‘em in my
Sha na na na na na, memory, still I
Check in the mirror to see how I look, I look different in different ways
Ah, you do the math, ah, who’s looking back? Ah
Sha na na na na na na na, that's not me
Carving my initials in the back
Of my hand in case of losing track
I forgot, remember to forgive?
It’s times like this that make me wish that
I wished that I could live, I don’t wish I could live
But somebody’s got to stay
I wanna make my murder look like a suicide
But they’ll all know, they’ll all know, they’ll all know that the body’s mine
I wanna go anonymous to identify
But they’ll all know, they’ll all know, they’ll all know, they’ll all know, they’ll all know, they'll all know
Oh, they’ll know it’s mine
And if dreams can come true, what does that say about nightmares?
I’ll stay awake tonight
I wanna make my murder look like a suicide (Kill me, kill me, kill me, kill me)
But they’ll all know, they’ll all know, they’ll all know that the body’s mine (Kill me, kill me, kill me, kill me)
I wanna go anonymous to identify (Kill me, kill me, kill me, kill me)
But they’ll all know, they’ll all know, they’ll all know, they’ll all know (Kill me, kill me)
They’ll all know that the body’s mine
Mr. Capgras Encounters a Secondhand Vanity: Tulpamancer’s Prosopagnosia/Pareidolia (As Direct Result of Trauma to the Fusiform Gyrus)
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
[Post-Chorus]
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
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
(very long instrumental break)
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
The Song with Five Names, a.k.a. Soapbox Tao, a.k.a. Checkmate Atheists! a.k.a. Neospace Government, a.k.a. You Can Never Know
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 man?
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
Hand Me My Shovel, I’m Going In!
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 down 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
I breathe will wood
no way a moral orel and will wood fan
it's so sad that tapeworms aren't real 😔
SOLATOON WWLL WOOD FAN WITH SHIVER PFP ??? HELLOOO???? HIII!!!
OMG HIIIIIII I LOVE WILL WOOD AND SPLATOON
@@autter HELLO!!! HI!!!!!!!!!!! I ALSO LOVE WILL WOOD AND SPLATOON!!!
@@Sunnfloweropposum THIS IS SO COOL!!!!!!!!!!
@@autter YES!!! DO YOU HAVE. ADISCORD???
I'm so tired of the ads, thaaank you
CRY MY NAME REMIND MY BRAIN OF MY IDENTITY
IM NOT GONNA LISTEN
I'M NOT MY VOLITIONS!!!
@@creepersonryestudiosSHANANANANANANA, FREEEE WIILLL!
AM I TO BLAME FOR RIDING THIS TRAIN
RIGHT BY MY DESTINY?
Where did the intro to Mr. Capgras come from?
They say in the description that its from the live shows
@@turnerwilson6567 Oh, ok. Thank you!
You know the album's good when will wood is listed as also being the kazoo
I have been spinning for 30 minutes please help
Me too
I have to listen to this album from start to finish (including the credits) every time I click on it. Absolute kills it, awesome music. And that last quote too.
I wish Will Wood and the Tapeworms were real 😔😭😔😭😔😭
I'll make them real. Don't tell anyone they wrote the songs though
😭😭wHYYY😭😭😭
The breakdown playlist
Backrooms studios…
That is a fantastic coincidence!
Why are the credits my favourite track. Like all of them are great but I love listening to the credits.
I wish tally hall was real 😢😢😢😢😢
Bros bridging the gap
@@Debicus i wish bridges were real 😢😢😢😢😢😢
I wish tally hall, lemon demon, and will wood were real
@@Mr-wd2wn i wish real was real 😢😢😢😢😢
AYYY IM AROACE TOO :DDD
thank youu will wood is, like, the only artist that my adblock can't get past the "it's time to open thy heart/wallet" message from bandcamp for some reason. i feel like i hear some compression on this but whatever
Real tired of opening this album and thinking there's a cute girl there but it's just will
Baller
Thank u 👽
I kin this album
Are you okay do you perhaps need therapy are we gonna have to detain you
LMFAO SAME (for the person above, I personally do need therapy 💙)
hey guys if you like this you might like my original stuff
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this songs are very ngl
yayaya
Hey I know it’s been like 2 years, but may I ask where did you find this version of Mr Capgras Encounters A Secondhand Vanity?
@ChermoneDemantoid I edited it myself, the intro is from the live album and the rest is normal
@@nyctonihilanthONG COOL?!!
This guy is so handsome
😢
gay
what
@@brylinmarsh6282 he loves that its gay
I love "gay" music
gay
Hell yeah! Toast to that!