I named my cat after this song/wills fake daughter in general
@eveeccoАй бұрын
Oh damn, I had to remind myself that this song wasn't on an album until 2020. This hits a little more crazy that the record does, but that can be said for most of the earlier versions that are up on KZbin. Not better per say, but different. Which makes his discography so fun to look into.
@nathanielbrice8725Ай бұрын
Are they playing Cmin-F7?! I thought it was an F minor chord?
@library.of.al_xandria2 ай бұрын
This song is my comfort song in every possible way
@yui21452 ай бұрын
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 on the corners of his eyes And looked through the white-out revelation 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 Over self-assured sarcastic racket rabble-rousing babble round the table people to the power 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... uh Well, he was... uh He was... uh He-, he was-, he was- 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 and 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 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 his 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 and 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 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 I settle into a new mind In a flea-bitten tub ring paradise of a queen size suite Of a Wyndham, Microtel, Econo Lodge, Red Roof Inn, Knights Inn, Super Eight Whatever 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 NXT for three dollars and ninety cents In 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 threat 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 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 No, no there's no more looking back No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Ah, ah 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 It's looking up or looking down
@scrunkliestscrimbo99813 ай бұрын
Seeing how the song changed during its creation is very interesting. This song was in the works for a lot longer than I thought, and was released all the way in his second-to-last album. Great song!
@DumbFuckStudios4 ай бұрын
I love it when he just screams gibberish
@ecastillo26315 ай бұрын
Foot piano
@tomatozest60748 ай бұрын
why are they playing smash bros 😭
@trxgreder8 ай бұрын
i think every day he wakes up and has to do a show he just randomizes his head attributes
@personanormal9 ай бұрын
la cancion estaba planeada desde tanto antes? no sabia
@aquinomas51319 ай бұрын
Lo que me costó aprenderme la canción ahora me vienen con otra versión
@Sayu4life9 ай бұрын
I was about to say something about the name until I listened to it
@critbucket10 ай бұрын
tell the camera man to calm the fuck down
@ImTired1711 ай бұрын
I love how Will Wood's daughter exists
@ImTired17 Жыл бұрын
This version of the song feels like a panic attack. *I love it.*
@unexplainedusername1705 Жыл бұрын
im always amazed how much energy he can put into songs its so cool
@The_Heart_Acoustic9 ай бұрын
🫵🫵🫵🫵‼️‼️‼️
@Ph1syc9 ай бұрын
oh if you want panic attack listen to the real will wood version
@dommartin9695 Жыл бұрын
oh my lord this rendition absolutely floored me
@WhatTheKel33 Жыл бұрын
7 11
@Nicole_Moonlight Жыл бұрын
i love how hes playing like he had a stroke
@zeno_sama3511 Жыл бұрын
7 is an impossible number to achieve with one dice , it is literally too good to be true. yet, it is also the most commonly rolled number with two dice. Perhaps this means that the most normal is a place of privilege but also impossible to achieve. So for millie to roll a seven is for her to be impossibly normal, and thus not real. Or sth like that idk.
@JAMasterpiece42 Жыл бұрын
Unless she has a 10 or 20 faced dice.
@zeno_sama3511 Жыл бұрын
@@JAMasterpiece42 or a d12 or a d8 or another more exotic dice, yeah ofc.
@j73991 Жыл бұрын
I think rolling a seven refers to the dice game craps. I've never played craps and just skimmed the Wikipedia page, so maybe someone who has can explain this to us, but rolling a seven seems to be a neutral move; it can be a win or a loss, depending on the current state of the game. I think this matches up well to the final title, "...well, better than the alternative", which refers to the sentiment that aging is better than the alternative (that being death). Both titles are expressing the feeling that whatever is going on may not be what the narrator wants, but is still better than the other choice (losing or dying).
@Sylvia_Corvidev6 ай бұрын
I thought it was a Dungeons and Dragons thing (that game primarily uses 20 sided dice), which makes sense with what Will Wood has said about his totally-not-fictional daughter Millie being inspired by Eleven from Stranger Things, a show that heavily features Dungeons And Dragons for foreshadowing in the plot
@changelingArts Жыл бұрын
Everytime I see Will wood in makeup I want to go on testosterone so bad.
@unexplainedusername1705 Жыл бұрын
ugh! you get it. hes just so gender. i wish i could mess with fem/masc the same way he does
@asageadayart5 ай бұрын
that's the realest thing anyone has ever said oh my god
@changelingArts27 күн бұрын
@@asageadayarthey guess who, a year later, saw will wood in makeup enough times to start testosterone!
@thepopeisnotawarcriminal23 күн бұрын
@changelingArts …my cousin? No, you, definitely you. Congrats!
@elliothellyer933 Жыл бұрын
Anyone know what's the importance of Wilmington North Carolina?
@MD-of8bd Жыл бұрын
What
@P1ZZA_L0V3R Жыл бұрын
He is playing with really sweaty hands
@jeffoneto278xd Жыл бұрын
0:29 2:06 best parts
@catthatlooksatyoufunny7377 Жыл бұрын
This feels so stressful it makes me want to scream I don't know if that's good or bad
@elliothellyer933 Жыл бұрын
I feel like the original is from the therapist's pov, and this is from the patient's
@valentin10010 Жыл бұрын
WAIT THIS MAKES PERFECT SENSE
@unexplainedusername1705 Жыл бұрын
wait ur so right
@nathanielhinz49462 жыл бұрын
Will Wood's music is perfect for the modern tempo of life.
@bradenmcdonaldfilms86572 жыл бұрын
[Verse 1] 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 Pre-Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Spoken] Well, he was uh, well he was uh.. he was uh.. He- he was- he was- 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 it's 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 slung around his neck like a scarf and um.. he was [Verse 2] 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 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” Pre-Chorus] 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 [Chorus] 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 [Spoken Interlude] 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! [Chorus] 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 No, no there’s no more looking back No, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no, no Ah! Ah! For what? For what? For what it’s worth If they were gonna kill you, boy, they 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!
@omj10452 жыл бұрын
I love his existent daughter
@aromanticfranziskavonkarma2 жыл бұрын
i have learned how to rap the entirety of the final song + the therapist monologue but i quite literally cannot understand a single word in this version
@imasstraightasacircle23472 жыл бұрын
I don’t think I’ve ever comprehended a word this man has sung, yet I still understand it
@kissmyiron2 жыл бұрын
I have the newest version memorized :)
@kissmyiron2 жыл бұрын
I sure do love his daughter that exists that is named millie that absolutely exists
@TeiJay_ Жыл бұрын
100% yep
@digbyanderson5556 Жыл бұрын
he's his son now and his name is Miles
@vampire_culture Жыл бұрын
100%!!!
@BobRossCat Жыл бұрын
@@digbyanderson5556wtf I have a friend named Miles 😰 he has some explaining to do
@ImTired1711 ай бұрын
@@digbyanderson5556I have a cousin named Miles-
@odditycat27162 жыл бұрын
manic episode bop
@astxrism52918 ай бұрын
TOO REAL-from a bipolar person
@fideoschafasconcovid-19482 жыл бұрын
Omg..
@atombomb3852 жыл бұрын
will wood does not look like my math teacher here
@asageadayart2 жыл бұрын
same
@ouroboser2 жыл бұрын
I like how the second verse is almost unchanged except the line “Christ consciousness” was originally “the good lord Jesus,” but the first verse is so different
@kitkat23210 Жыл бұрын
and the dialogue for the therapist part is completely different too☠️
@mralgernonsocratesboy2 ай бұрын
I LOVE THE GOOD LORD JESUS BIT
@SimpleSampleTunes2 жыл бұрын
Yes, I sure I'm really late but, here you go. edit: I fixed the Interlude to be this version's one, so now it's accurate [Verse 1] 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 pack 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 eyes And through the white-out revelation shame 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 a self-assured sarcastic racket rabble 'rousing babble 'round the table: People to the power. [Chorus] For what, for what? For what it's worth For 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 lookin' up or lookin' down [Verse 2] Well he was wearing stolen rubber shoes wrapped a poison ivy noose around his lotus jugular when they came Oh they found him with a map to every victim of his love and a tattoo of a bluejay on his face And they waited for his vital signs to lie and let a flat-line cry a hymn out in Hungarian harmonic Well 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 hornets' nest, palpitations set the beat His vagus nerve's a Turk's head knot, an axle hitch, a Carrick bend He wondered if the good Lord Jesus charged a cancellation fee Auf wiedersehen, au revoir, he gripped his wits right by their ends [Chorus] For what, for what? For what it's worth For 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 lookin' up or lookin' down [Spoken Interlude] I settle into a new mind. In a flee biten 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 Bought myself a bag of Swedish Fish and a fistful of chocolate covered cherries and a pack of Marlboro next for three dollars and ninety cents at the bodega by the waffle house I spun my eyes over the beautiful floral arrangements tessellating and blooming in the stucco on the wall through my webbed optical nerves, anything I figured to keep my mind off those goosebumps that were rising and throbbing and minipulating themselves into whatever shape I supposed I could fear the most and threatening anaphylaxis and asphyxiation with every sharp inhale that I took, and i weighed down the pros and cons as I sat there deep, deep, deep down in that fly trap ashtray weighing out the pros and cons, and weighing down the pros and cons, and weighing down the pros and cons of EVERY. LAST. ROTTEN. PULSE. It was either Wilmington North Carolina or the nearest hospital! [Chorus] For what, for what? For what it's worth For 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 lookin' up or lookin' down
@scene_starzz2 жыл бұрын
Thank you so much
@adethesimp2 жыл бұрын
i love you fr
@coyotedomino2 жыл бұрын
❤ “flanges” shud be phalanges doe
@SimpleSampleTunes2 жыл бұрын
@@coyotedomino oh sorry, thank you for pointing it out
@coyotedomino2 жыл бұрын
@@SimpleSampleTunes thank you for writing all the unique lyrics out!
@coolboynoseatbelt66282 жыл бұрын
The is like what was on the original "the real" album and I love it
@CurrentRapCurrents2 жыл бұрын
Whenever it rains I feel this way...
@redssign2 жыл бұрын
LYRICS [Verse 1] 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 [Pre-Chorus] 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 selfish and sarcastic racket rabble rousing babble round the table people to the power [Chorus] 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 (epic piano section) [Verse 2] 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 his flatline cry A hymn out in hungarian harmonic Well he cocked his noggin, through his stoma, sang for auld lang syne Happy birthday to the succulents, I'll die your hydroponics [Pre-Chorus] His ribcage 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 wiedersehen, au revoir He gripped his wits right by their ends [Chorus] 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 (epic piano part 2: electric boogaloo) [Spoken Interlude] I settled into a new mind In a flea bitten tub ring paradise of a queen size suite of a window Microlodge Econolodge Red Roof Inn whatever else outside Richmond Virginia I curled up with 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 at the bodega by the waffle house I spun my eyes over the beautiful floral arrangements tessellating and blooming in the stucco on the walls through my webbed optical nerves anything I figured to keep my mind off those goosebumps that were rising and throbbing and manipulating themselves into whatever shape I suppose that I could fear the most and threatening anaphylaxis and asphyxiation with every sharp inhale that I took and I weighed out the pros and cons as I sat deep deep deep down in that fly trap ashtray weighing out the pros and cons, and weighing out the pros and cons and weighing out the pros and cons of every last rotten pulse! It was either Wilmington North Carolina or the nearest hospital! [Chorus] 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 (violent head hitting) 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
@omj10452 жыл бұрын
This is my panic attacks theme song lol
@ImTired17 Жыл бұрын
REAL. YES. EXACTLY ‼️‼️‼️
@sallysoapy84942 жыл бұрын
Why does someone go “ahhhh-“ at 2:52
@zerotian56616 ай бұрын
will fandangled the keyboard so extravagantly the camera man had a moment
@steveschantz18272 жыл бұрын
This cover kicks ass. Well done guys
@wheatstack50182 жыл бұрын
the album version feels like he’s talking about someone but this version is so frantic, feels like he is the speaker and is currently running from everything
@thilsiktonix2 жыл бұрын
agreed
@redssign Жыл бұрын
technically he always was the person in the story. it's about his personal experience with a somewhat common reaction to most prescribed psychological medicine (black box medicine, which is called that usually because it can easily kill you or irreparably injure your brain) where your skin basically starts eating itself (stevens-johnson syndrome).
@The_momur Жыл бұрын
Maybe he’s the Main Character.
@Thestuffdoer11 ай бұрын
@@The_momur_I AM THE MAIN CHARACTER, AND YOU _*_HAVE_*_ TO LIKE ME_
@GibbousTT7 ай бұрын
@@redssign Definitely NOT common, that shit is a medical emergency
everytime i think im doing good at piano i watch live performences of will wood and die internally
@Mars-music763 Жыл бұрын
LITERALLY I’m trying to teach myself yes to err is human and struggling a little but getting there , meanwhile will just casually does shit like this and I’m ?