Did I enter an alternate reality?

I named my cat after this song/wills fake daughter in general

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.

Are they playing Cmin-F7?! I thought it was an F minor chord?

This song is my comfort song in every possible way

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

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!

I love it when he just screams gibberish

Foot piano

why are they playing smash bros 😭

i think every day he wakes up and has to do a show he just randomizes his head attributes

la cancion estaba planeada desde tanto antes? no sabia

Lo que me costó aprenderme la canción ahora me vienen con otra versión

I was about to say something about the name until I listened to it

tell the camera man to calm the fuck down

I love how Will Wood's daughter exists

This version of the song feels like a panic attack. *I love it.*

oh my lord this rendition absolutely floored me

7 11

i love how hes playing like he had a stroke

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.

Everytime I see Will wood in makeup I want to go on testosterone so bad.

Anyone know what's the importance of Wilmington North Carolina?

What

He is playing with really sweaty hands

0:29 2:06 best parts

This feels so stressful it makes me want to scream I don't know if that's good or bad

I feel like the original is from the therapist's pov, and this is from the patient's

Will Wood's music is perfect for the modern tempo of life.

[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!

I love his existent daughter

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

I don’t think I’ve ever comprehended a word this man has sung, yet I still understand it

I have the newest version memorized :)

I sure do love his daughter that exists that is named millie that absolutely exists

manic episode bop

Omg..

will wood does not look like my math teacher here

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

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

The is like what was on the original "the real" album and I love it

Whenever it rains I feel this way...

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

This is my panic attacks theme song lol

Why does someone go “ahhhh-“ at 2:52

This cover kicks ass. Well done guys

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

0:17, “WHTAUCIAUNWOCYZHWDIXYQJKDICUABE *STARS* AICUQHRNI-“

Don’t like the key change but like the horns

everytime i think im doing good at piano i watch live performences of will wood and die internally