SELF-iSH - Full album - Will Wood And The Tapeworms 

You’re a funny shitposter, aren’t you?

@@user-zq6qr3ti7u no 😔

@@user-zq6qr3ti7uyes, yes they are.

I CHOKED ON MY WATER

The greatest pleasure of being, is to not.

@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

Actually just the concept alone makes me feel.. so happy. It definitely gives me the vibe of movie script. I love self-ish so much

real if will wood made a musical id watch the hell out of it

​@@echotube3111 Have you watched the real will wood? Idk what streaming service it's on anymore but it's sorta like a cross between a musical and mockumentary

Taping my worm

20ing My 12elves

Sterealizing my sexuals

Jammin My Faces

Verbalizing My Equinox

This is such a good way to articulate this feeling, you... genius. This is the best way I've ever heard it described.

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Best part

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???

IM NOT GONNA LISTEN

I'M NOT MY VOLITIONS!!!

​@@creepersonryestudiosSHANANANANANANA, FREEEE WIILLL!

AM I TO BLAME FOR RIDING THIS TRAIN

RIGHT BY MY DESTINY?

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

no way a moral orel and will wood fan

I'll make them real. Don't tell anyone they wrote the songs though

😭😭wHYYY😭😭😭

They say in the description that its from the live shows

@@turnerwilson6567 Oh, ok. Thank you!

Shovels!

Shovels!

Shovels!

Shovels!

Shovels!

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

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 💙)

yayaya

Ok it grew on me I like all the 8 songs now

character development we love to see it

soooo realllll

@@blairebelarus i ain't lyin ok it was the same with The Normal Album for me

@@blairebelarus but not with Everything is A Lot though which was probably why I was so pessimistic

what

@@brylinmarsh6282 he loves that its gay

I love "gay" music

gay

Hell yeah! Toast to that!