somewhat incorrect will wood lyrics
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these exist in his discography somewhere! just... not in that order, surely.
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some lyrics and songs have been omitted, but easily 85% of will wood's current discography is in this bot
some lyrics and songs have been omitted, but easily 85% of will wood's current discography is in this bot
Well, I’m the reason they call it an “Irish Goodbye”
You’ll never take me, you’ll never take me, you better pray that I die
I've nearly cried for moths that die at porchlight lamps
Does not knowing the truth turn my words into lies?
You’ll never take me, you’ll never take me, you better pray that I die
I've nearly cried for moths that die at porchlight lamps
Does not knowing the truth turn my words into lies?
December 1, 2025 at 5:35 AM
Well, I’m the reason they call it an “Irish Goodbye”
You’ll never take me, you’ll never take me, you better pray that I die
I've nearly cried for moths that die at porchlight lamps
Does not knowing the truth turn my words into lies?
You’ll never take me, you’ll never take me, you better pray that I die
I've nearly cried for moths that die at porchlight lamps
Does not knowing the truth turn my words into lies?
As all hell breaks loose, as all hells always do
You’re projecting your perfection astounds
I don’t remember how I forgot myself
Guilty of your innocence and gently sent right back to bed
You’re projecting your perfection astounds
I don’t remember how I forgot myself
Guilty of your innocence and gently sent right back to bed
December 1, 2025 at 2:35 AM
As all hell breaks loose, as all hells always do
You’re projecting your perfection astounds
I don’t remember how I forgot myself
Guilty of your innocence and gently sent right back to bed
You’re projecting your perfection astounds
I don’t remember how I forgot myself
Guilty of your innocence and gently sent right back to bed
Damn, I thought you’re not your imposter
Screaming at the top of my lungs in the confession booth
Happy to be home safe and warm
I am quantum physics, my witness brings me into existence
Screaming at the top of my lungs in the confession booth
Happy to be home safe and warm
I am quantum physics, my witness brings me into existence
November 30, 2025 at 11:37 PM
Damn, I thought you’re not your imposter
Screaming at the top of my lungs in the confession booth
Happy to be home safe and warm
I am quantum physics, my witness brings me into existence
Screaming at the top of my lungs in the confession booth
Happy to be home safe and warm
I am quantum physics, my witness brings me into existence
What can I say to convince you to slip back into my arms again?
You dig dirt up when you dig deep down
I heard the world would turn to hell
Or did I just change my mind?
You dig dirt up when you dig deep down
I heard the world would turn to hell
Or did I just change my mind?
November 30, 2025 at 8:35 PM
What can I say to convince you to slip back into my arms again?
You dig dirt up when you dig deep down
I heard the world would turn to hell
Or did I just change my mind?
You dig dirt up when you dig deep down
I heard the world would turn to hell
Or did I just change my mind?
And maybe it's just some hormones that kick in in your late twenties
(Still forsaken shoulders fall silent now)
It’s a painless procedure with a low rate of failure
Pops placebos for libido, screaming "bless the Torpedoes!”
(Still forsaken shoulders fall silent now)
It’s a painless procedure with a low rate of failure
Pops placebos for libido, screaming "bless the Torpedoes!”
November 30, 2025 at 5:35 PM
And maybe it's just some hormones that kick in in your late twenties
(Still forsaken shoulders fall silent now)
It’s a painless procedure with a low rate of failure
Pops placebos for libido, screaming "bless the Torpedoes!”
(Still forsaken shoulders fall silent now)
It’s a painless procedure with a low rate of failure
Pops placebos for libido, screaming "bless the Torpedoes!”
Well, one day you'll be not even a faint memory
Too alien to take you home
Well, it seems she broke me
I just haven't learned how to be human as you are yet
Too alien to take you home
Well, it seems she broke me
I just haven't learned how to be human as you are yet
November 30, 2025 at 2:35 PM
Well, one day you'll be not even a faint memory
Too alien to take you home
Well, it seems she broke me
I just haven't learned how to be human as you are yet
Too alien to take you home
Well, it seems she broke me
I just haven't learned how to be human as you are yet
She said "It just feels inhumane to lose this much."
You’re projecting your perfection astounds
One day at a time,
I've grown used to fear
But no, not to you yet, my dear
You’re projecting your perfection astounds
One day at a time,
I've grown used to fear
But no, not to you yet, my dear
November 30, 2025 at 11:35 AM
She said "It just feels inhumane to lose this much."
You’re projecting your perfection astounds
One day at a time,
I've grown used to fear
But no, not to you yet, my dear
You’re projecting your perfection astounds
One day at a time,
I've grown used to fear
But no, not to you yet, my dear
Emulating animals and mental aboriginals
I get dressed up in shadows one leg at a time, we're so alike
My Lord, I know enough to get my facts right
It's awful out here, Socrates
I get dressed up in shadows one leg at a time, we're so alike
My Lord, I know enough to get my facts right
It's awful out here, Socrates
November 30, 2025 at 8:35 AM
Emulating animals and mental aboriginals
I get dressed up in shadows one leg at a time, we're so alike
My Lord, I know enough to get my facts right
It's awful out here, Socrates
I get dressed up in shadows one leg at a time, we're so alike
My Lord, I know enough to get my facts right
It's awful out here, Socrates
I’m a snot nosed pothead playing with matches
Trite tropes, traits, traumas, trinkets, and treats; it's all XP
Oh, my friend, you've got a friend in me
I’ll make it through again
I have before
C’mon, now, what’s one more?
Trite tropes, traits, traumas, trinkets, and treats; it's all XP
Oh, my friend, you've got a friend in me
I’ll make it through again
I have before
C’mon, now, what’s one more?
November 30, 2025 at 5:35 AM
I’m a snot nosed pothead playing with matches
Trite tropes, traits, traumas, trinkets, and treats; it's all XP
Oh, my friend, you've got a friend in me
I’ll make it through again
I have before
C’mon, now, what’s one more?
Trite tropes, traits, traumas, trinkets, and treats; it's all XP
Oh, my friend, you've got a friend in me
I’ll make it through again
I have before
C’mon, now, what’s one more?
Well at 27 will I see
I'm a cancer, I'm malignant, yeah, you oughta stay away
When the smoke clears are we friends
But we still dial 9-1-1
I'm a cancer, I'm malignant, yeah, you oughta stay away
When the smoke clears are we friends
But we still dial 9-1-1
November 30, 2025 at 2:35 AM
Well at 27 will I see
I'm a cancer, I'm malignant, yeah, you oughta stay away
When the smoke clears are we friends
But we still dial 9-1-1
I'm a cancer, I'm malignant, yeah, you oughta stay away
When the smoke clears are we friends
But we still dial 9-1-1
She’s got the eyes of a snake
The void within the form
Well, here is the church, here is the steeple, open the doors, see all the people
Well that was fun, goodbye
The void within the form
Well, here is the church, here is the steeple, open the doors, see all the people
Well that was fun, goodbye
November 29, 2025 at 11:35 PM
She’s got the eyes of a snake
The void within the form
Well, here is the church, here is the steeple, open the doors, see all the people
Well that was fun, goodbye
The void within the form
Well, here is the church, here is the steeple, open the doors, see all the people
Well that was fun, goodbye
'Cause I like you, don't you see?
If you want a hyphen last name, I guess I don't mind the cadence
Though with the wavelengths bending, it makes sense to me
The only thing that's meant to be is gravity
My just dessert is served, dig in
If you want a hyphen last name, I guess I don't mind the cadence
Though with the wavelengths bending, it makes sense to me
The only thing that's meant to be is gravity
My just dessert is served, dig in
November 29, 2025 at 8:35 PM
'Cause I like you, don't you see?
If you want a hyphen last name, I guess I don't mind the cadence
Though with the wavelengths bending, it makes sense to me
The only thing that's meant to be is gravity
My just dessert is served, dig in
If you want a hyphen last name, I guess I don't mind the cadence
Though with the wavelengths bending, it makes sense to me
The only thing that's meant to be is gravity
My just dessert is served, dig in
Cry my name, remind my brain of my identity
So when the autumn comes to take the leaves
I’ll be here singing til our heartbeats might slip back into that rhythm again
Oh, this won't have to end if it doesn't start
So when the autumn comes to take the leaves
I’ll be here singing til our heartbeats might slip back into that rhythm again
Oh, this won't have to end if it doesn't start
November 29, 2025 at 5:35 PM
Cry my name, remind my brain of my identity
So when the autumn comes to take the leaves
I’ll be here singing til our heartbeats might slip back into that rhythm again
Oh, this won't have to end if it doesn't start
So when the autumn comes to take the leaves
I’ll be here singing til our heartbeats might slip back into that rhythm again
Oh, this won't have to end if it doesn't start
What’s so wrong about what’s wrong with me?
It’s only culture, sulfur, smoke, and soot
Yes or no, options don’t weigh out, and so
But I'm not a real person, just the shit you can't make up
It’s only culture, sulfur, smoke, and soot
Yes or no, options don’t weigh out, and so
But I'm not a real person, just the shit you can't make up
November 29, 2025 at 2:35 PM
What’s so wrong about what’s wrong with me?
It’s only culture, sulfur, smoke, and soot
Yes or no, options don’t weigh out, and so
But I'm not a real person, just the shit you can't make up
It’s only culture, sulfur, smoke, and soot
Yes or no, options don’t weigh out, and so
But I'm not a real person, just the shit you can't make up
They paint the walls with colors that you’re not meant to notice
Beiges and browns, off-whites and grayscales
My dreams were finally reality
I might deride the tide, 'cause I'm pulled as it pools around my feet
Second star to the right
Beiges and browns, off-whites and grayscales
My dreams were finally reality
I might deride the tide, 'cause I'm pulled as it pools around my feet
Second star to the right
November 29, 2025 at 11:35 AM
They paint the walls with colors that you’re not meant to notice
Beiges and browns, off-whites and grayscales
My dreams were finally reality
I might deride the tide, 'cause I'm pulled as it pools around my feet
Second star to the right
Beiges and browns, off-whites and grayscales
My dreams were finally reality
I might deride the tide, 'cause I'm pulled as it pools around my feet
Second star to the right
It’s only culture, it’s only culture
Well, word gets around on hit number stations
Somebody to replace yourself, somebody to replace yourself!
After all, we’re both dead meat
Well, word gets around on hit number stations
Somebody to replace yourself, somebody to replace yourself!
After all, we’re both dead meat
November 29, 2025 at 8:35 AM
It’s only culture, it’s only culture
Well, word gets around on hit number stations
Somebody to replace yourself, somebody to replace yourself!
After all, we’re both dead meat
Well, word gets around on hit number stations
Somebody to replace yourself, somebody to replace yourself!
After all, we’re both dead meat
Open on the Amazon, hide the cure for cancer
Saw no center, saw not where it lead
An enemy of ritual traditionally integral
I’m obsessed with you
Saw no center, saw not where it lead
An enemy of ritual traditionally integral
I’m obsessed with you
November 29, 2025 at 5:35 AM
Open on the Amazon, hide the cure for cancer
Saw no center, saw not where it lead
An enemy of ritual traditionally integral
I’m obsessed with you
Saw no center, saw not where it lead
An enemy of ritual traditionally integral
I’m obsessed with you
Well, aren't we "us?" sharing pronouns now?
You’re so sure you’re not gonna get caught
Happy to be home safe and warm
So, welcome home
You’re so sure you’re not gonna get caught
Happy to be home safe and warm
So, welcome home
November 29, 2025 at 2:35 AM
Well, aren't we "us?" sharing pronouns now?
You’re so sure you’re not gonna get caught
Happy to be home safe and warm
So, welcome home
You’re so sure you’re not gonna get caught
Happy to be home safe and warm
So, welcome home
Yeah, sure, thumbs are great and all
But I just get bare necessities, Hakuna Matata's and c'est le vie's
So I crawled out of the wall and squinting
Where do you get off? Da, das vedanya, darling
It's awful out here, Socrates
But I just get bare necessities, Hakuna Matata's and c'est le vie's
So I crawled out of the wall and squinting
Where do you get off? Da, das vedanya, darling
It's awful out here, Socrates
November 28, 2025 at 11:35 PM
Yeah, sure, thumbs are great and all
But I just get bare necessities, Hakuna Matata's and c'est le vie's
So I crawled out of the wall and squinting
Where do you get off? Da, das vedanya, darling
It's awful out here, Socrates
But I just get bare necessities, Hakuna Matata's and c'est le vie's
So I crawled out of the wall and squinting
Where do you get off? Da, das vedanya, darling
It's awful out here, Socrates
My soul was crushed like a tall boy
Underneath the boots on the curb
I forgot, remember to forgive?
Blood, didn’t they want your blood?
Ah, prove I can crack, ah, loose from the track, ah
(Sha na na na na na na na), free will
Underneath the boots on the curb
I forgot, remember to forgive?
Blood, didn’t they want your blood?
Ah, prove I can crack, ah, loose from the track, ah
(Sha na na na na na na na), free will
November 28, 2025 at 8:35 PM
My soul was crushed like a tall boy
Underneath the boots on the curb
I forgot, remember to forgive?
Blood, didn’t they want your blood?
Ah, prove I can crack, ah, loose from the track, ah
(Sha na na na na na na na), free will
Underneath the boots on the curb
I forgot, remember to forgive?
Blood, didn’t they want your blood?
Ah, prove I can crack, ah, loose from the track, ah
(Sha na na na na na na na), free will
I keep a locket with a picture of the back of my head
(Some kind of semblance of somethin’ I been rememberin’)
In your head, in your head, in your head
After all, we’re both dead meat
(Some kind of semblance of somethin’ I been rememberin’)
In your head, in your head, in your head
After all, we’re both dead meat
November 28, 2025 at 5:35 PM
I keep a locket with a picture of the back of my head
(Some kind of semblance of somethin’ I been rememberin’)
In your head, in your head, in your head
After all, we’re both dead meat
(Some kind of semblance of somethin’ I been rememberin’)
In your head, in your head, in your head
After all, we’re both dead meat
The larger they are
Little do I know it orbits close behind
Smell those screaming teenage sweetbreads on the 4th of July grill
I want my phone call
Little do I know it orbits close behind
Smell those screaming teenage sweetbreads on the 4th of July grill
I want my phone call
November 28, 2025 at 2:35 PM
The larger they are
Little do I know it orbits close behind
Smell those screaming teenage sweetbreads on the 4th of July grill
I want my phone call
Little do I know it orbits close behind
Smell those screaming teenage sweetbreads on the 4th of July grill
I want my phone call
What if the wind caught up with me, started to change when I did?
Weeding out the garden where the milestones gather moss
Smell those screaming teenage sweetbreads on the 4th of July grill
Drain you of your love, if you want me to
Weeding out the garden where the milestones gather moss
Smell those screaming teenage sweetbreads on the 4th of July grill
Drain you of your love, if you want me to
November 28, 2025 at 11:35 AM
What if the wind caught up with me, started to change when I did?
Weeding out the garden where the milestones gather moss
Smell those screaming teenage sweetbreads on the 4th of July grill
Drain you of your love, if you want me to
Weeding out the garden where the milestones gather moss
Smell those screaming teenage sweetbreads on the 4th of July grill
Drain you of your love, if you want me to
Were you Nabokov to a Salinger?
Skies of blue linoleum
Talleyrand forces come down from high ground
(You look just like my bathroom mirror)
Skies of blue linoleum
Talleyrand forces come down from high ground
(You look just like my bathroom mirror)
November 28, 2025 at 8:35 AM
Were you Nabokov to a Salinger?
Skies of blue linoleum
Talleyrand forces come down from high ground
(You look just like my bathroom mirror)
Skies of blue linoleum
Talleyrand forces come down from high ground
(You look just like my bathroom mirror)
I apologize for playing with your eyes, but I’m obsessed with you
A rotten spot of mold with my hands on a cactus
Take it with a pillar of salt, H.A.L.T., it’s not my fault
And if sick is defined by what’s different, well then pull the plug out and let me die
A rotten spot of mold with my hands on a cactus
Take it with a pillar of salt, H.A.L.T., it’s not my fault
And if sick is defined by what’s different, well then pull the plug out and let me die
November 28, 2025 at 5:35 AM
I apologize for playing with your eyes, but I’m obsessed with you
A rotten spot of mold with my hands on a cactus
Take it with a pillar of salt, H.A.L.T., it’s not my fault
And if sick is defined by what’s different, well then pull the plug out and let me die
A rotten spot of mold with my hands on a cactus
Take it with a pillar of salt, H.A.L.T., it’s not my fault
And if sick is defined by what’s different, well then pull the plug out and let me die