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  • Опубликовано: 19 янв 2025

Комментарии • 11

  • @Pookieluv831
    @Pookieluv831 Год назад +60

    I understand why he didn’t keep this version in but god does it sound freaking GOOD

  • @plywoood5870
    @plywoood5870 Год назад +75

    LYRICS
    Yes, Jon?
    Ladies and gentlemen, Jonathon Maisto!
    Big round of applause for this guy for putting up with my shit for so many years
    (Aww!)
    (Nice shirt, Jon!)
    (Thanks!)
    (You're welcome!)
    Working a little bit better now buddy?
    Well, he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor
    Anaphylaxis with a pack of bottle rockets
    Oh, the way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges
    With a bag of tangerines in his back pockets
    And the method with which he recycled his vitamins
    Had started to leave scars in the corners of his eyеs
    And looked through the white-out rеvelation
    Chain he saw no stars even underneath the wide Ohio skies
    Shields himself from reason in a Teflon alabaster jacket
    Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers
    Screams his thoughts to hear them
    With selfist and sarcastic racket rabble rousing babble round the table people to the power
    For what? For what? For what it’s worth
    If it was gonna 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
    [Abusing the piano]
    Well, he was uh- well he was uh- he was uh-
    He- he was- he wa- he was carrying this briefcase filled with teeth that he had ordered online from China
    And he had slung over his shoulder
    The skin of a cat that he grew up with
    And then had…uh…stuffed to preserve its memory in physical form
    But decided that with the skeleton inside the cat and all the stuff- stuffing it- it was too heavy so he removed the skin from the wire frame of the taxidermy thing and he- he- he slung around his neck like a scarf and um- he- was-
    WWWWWWWWWearing 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 flat line 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 the good lord Jesus charged 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 gonna 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
    [Abusing the piano a little more]
    You settle into a new mind
    In a Philippine tub ring paradise of a queen-size suite of a window micro telecon a lodge red roof in nights in super eight whatever else outside Richmond Virginia
    I curled up an old showtime softcore porno and flipped through my phone for a few hours
    Picked up a bag of Swedish Fish and a fistful of chocolate covered cherries and a pack of Marlboro next for three dollars and ninety cents the bodega by the waffle house
    I spun my eyes over the beautiful floral arrangements blooming and tessellating in the stucco on the walls anything I figured to keep my mind off those goosebumps that were rising and squeaking and cracking and quacking and threatening anaphylaxis and asphyxiation with every sharp inhale that I took with the thread of Stevens-Johnson Syndrome behind my flesh and I watched as my skin crawled upwards to form a flesh noose to hang me from the rafters of that place I had found myself in and I watched as my epidermis took on the shape of whatever I feared the most in that moment and I sat there down in that fly trap ashtray contemplating my next move and weighing out the pros and cons of every last rotten pulse!
    It was either Wilmington North Carolina or the nearest hospital!
    For what? For what? For what it’s worth
    If it was gonna kill you, boy, it would have by now
    For what? For what? For what it’s worth
    There’s no more looking back
    No, no there’s no more looking back
    No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
    Ah! [GASP] Ah! [GASP]
    For what? For what? For what it’s worth
    If it was gonna kill you, boy, it would have by now
    For what? For what? For what it’s worth
    There’s no more looking back
    No, no there’s no more looking back
    No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no
    It's looking up or looking down!

  • @nincada_
    @nincada_ Год назад +23

    The TF2 reference in the descriptions got me actin all silly

    • @thewillwoodarchive
      @thewillwoodarchive  Год назад +6

      fffffffffffffINALLY SOMEONE NOTICED

    • @nincada_
      @nincada_ Год назад +4

      @@thewillwoodarchive YEAHHHHHHHHHH I LOVE THE BLACK BOX ITS MY MAIN FOR SOLDIER

  • @Tyrant_Boi
    @Tyrant_Boi 7 месяцев назад +8

    PIANO ABUSE!!!!!! :D

  • @rl936
    @rl936 Год назад +13

    Wait was this recorded for The Real Will Wood? I heard him say in an interview it was a 21 song album but even the Bandcamp had only 19

    • @Strawzaw
      @Strawzaw Год назад +6

      Red Moon and BlackBoxWarrant were excluded for some reason

    • @ATV0222
      @ATV0222 5 месяцев назад +2

      @@Strawzaw red moon was added for a short while in like 2019, but then got removed for whatever reason

  • @milkydoor
    @milkydoor Год назад +11

    1:08