Before the Tapeworms, Will Wood was part of many other smaller projects. Due to him not wanting to be associated with many of these projects, most have been deleted from Spotify.
After entering recovery early in his career, Wood was diagnosed with Bipolar and began treatment. He has since taken a new direction with his work, dedicated to giving back and using his music to raise money for mental health research and inspire others with their own struggles. He leads a reclusive life in Pennsylvania, rejecting social media with the exception of Patreon and Instagram.
His release, “The Normal Album" is his first album following dropping "The Tapeworms" from his moniker. However the album still features Mike Bottiglieri, Mario Conte, Vater Boris, and Matt Berger. "The Normal Album" is his most polarizing, musically diverse, and lyrically dense album yet, explores the concept of normality through various lenses and alternating viewpoints, and features songs in every genre from disco to klezmer.
His last LP “In case I make It,” , where he explored an entirely different style from what he had published in earlier years, was released in 2022. In 2023 he released the live album “IN CASE I DIE”, before taking a hiatus from creating and releasing music which will last indefinitely.
Hand Me My Shovel I'm Going In!
Will Wood and the Tapeworms Lyrics
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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
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Take the road on higher ground
And tell me “Don’t look down! You’ll fall and break your back.â€
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 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
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
The lyrics of Hand Me My Shovel I'm Going In! by Will Wood & The Tapeworms are filled with metaphors and symbolism about the singer's personal struggles. The song talks about the singer's heart being stolen by a blind pickpocket, which was never seen but still had a significant impact on the singer. They also talk about their shattered dreams, with Jesus being thrown through the stained-glass window, reflecting a loss of faith. The second verse talks about the singer's soul being crushed and their name being soiled by a backwash spill during a blackout that killed them sober. All of these struggles are rooted in needing to get to the bottom of things to find a resolution.
The chorus repeats the phrase "this is not enough to prove it yet" and emphasizes the need to hit rock bottom in order to find the answers that are needed. The metaphorical use of a shovel throughout the song could represent the singer's need to dig deep and uncover the root of their struggles. Overall, the song has a dark but honest tone about the singer's inner turmoil.
Line by Line Meaning
My heart was stolen by a blind pickpocket
I fell in love with someone who took advantage of me
In the deep city streets in the summer of 2012
It happened in a bustling urban setting a few years ago
And I never even saw her face
I didn't know who she really was
My dreams were shattered like a stained glass window
My aspirations were destroyed into a thousand pieces
Jesus in Pieces! I believe I threw a brick right through Him
I was so broken and angry that I lashed out at my faith
But my memory could not be saved
I couldn't forget what happened
It just seems unlikely that it's me who was to blame
I don't think it's entirely my fault
So I bookmark my DSM 'cause I need to remember my place
I refer to my psychiatric manual to remind myself of my condition
This is not enough
What I'm currently doing is insufficient
This is not enough to prove it yet
I need to confirm what actually happened
No, I need to hit the bottom
I have to go all the way down to find out the truth
Gotta get to the bottom of this
I must investigate this completely
Take you with me
I'll bring you along for support
My soul was crushed like a tall boy
I was deeply hurt
Underneath the boots on the curb
I was kicked while I was down
And I’m still picking up my molars
I'm still recovering from extensive damage
And putting them back in my face
Trying to appear normal regardless of the damage
My name was soiled by a last call spill
My reputation was tarnished by a drunken mistake
With a backwash swill and the blackout killed me
I was consumed by a toxic cocktail and couldn't remember what happened
Sober on impact from a fall from grace
I was rudely awaken from my lapse in judgement
Take the road on higher ground
Choose the path that's morally superior
And tell me 'Don't look down! You'll fall and break your back.'
Caution me to be careful
But that just reminds me how there's more to be found beneath the black
But that just encourages me to explore what's hidden
Bottle, well, or barrel? All are empty
No matter what container, it's all used up
Dug, or drank, or poured it out
Either I dug it out, drank it, or poured it out
When too much is not enough there's plenty more
When excess is insufficient, there's always more to be had
Where that came from around
There's always more where it came from
Looking up we see the point of entry
When we look up, we see where we began
Between where we are and we've been
The point of entry is between the past and the present
Looking up I could say Heaven sent me
I could see my circumstances as divine intervention
Hand me my shovel, I'm going in
I'm ready to dig deep and uncover the truth
Looking down I could say Heaven sent me
I could see my circumstances as divine intervention
Gotta get to the bottom of this
I must investigate this completely
If it kills me
I'll do it, despite the cost
Lyrics © O/B/O APRA AMCOS
Written by: WILLIAM JOSEPH COLLIGAN
Lyrics Licensed & Provided by LyricFind
@panielrosebud
*fwoosh swoosh fwoosh*
*THUMP THUMP THUNP*
“AAAAA”
*tattoo noises*
*light fixture buzzing*
*breathing from the dancers*
*paper noises*
*balloon popping*
*pIANO SCREAMING*
*random guitar plucking*
*loud soup crunching*
“Hm. Mm. Good soup. Taste like dirt.”
*vanity thumping*
“Ow”
*audible staring from the archer*
@Edward.v.R
This music video reminds me of the dreams I've been having the last few years.
Non of my dreams are good or bad, but they don't feel neutral either. Everything is chaotic without a meaning, making the chaos itself the focus.
Like the static fisheye lens, there's a sort of dissociation present, different from the usual dream feeling. It's also forcefully leaves out context.
So much is happening that it all looks destructive due to how close together everything is. And some of it might also be destructive in a more fitting context, but it's hard to imagine what that would look like.
And then there's Will Wood himself. Clearly the focal point of the video but he fades away in the chaos, only ever so often being able to break lose from the background. Similar to how I only have a few moments in my dreams where I'm not being stressed out by something or someone. Where I get to process everything instead of the focus being on my surroundings until I forget I'm still there.
@SpookyLilRaven
This has the energy of someone obsessively solving a paranormal mystery that should not be solved.
@avacadotoast5571
Definitely. I see it as someone obsessed with solving some unsolved scandal that ends in them grave robbing to find enough proof of their suspicions.
@fam0uslastw0rds37
why should it NOT be solved though? mysteries are mysteries for a reason
@andrewbartmess4705
Do you want to raise the elder god Cthulhu? Because that’s how you raise the elder god Cthulhu!
@SpookyLilRaven
@@fam0uslastw0rds37 They shouldn't be solved because the consequences may be dire and/or world ending
@rorygiambalvo2955
Cough cough Jonathan Sims.
@thepixelkings3491
Gotta love that skeleton on the right.
@WillWoodmusic
She says thanks 🎃
@thepixelkings3491
You just made a stranger's day. Love your music!
@duchesshateshim8045
@@WillWoodmusic Its the spooky scary skeletons