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.
RED MOON
Will Wood and the Tapeworms Lyrics
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The sunset soon indeed will bleed in my horizon
The crescent rests, tethered to the west
Waxing to the rhythm writhing in my chest
That crack between the watercolor sky and sea is the
Corner where you′re born in the mist
I might deride the tide, 'cause I′m pulled as it pools about my feet
Towards your stolen light, while you're holding my slight gravity
Well I walk the equator,
Chasing the light; little do I know it orbits close behind
I might remember or might assume, but I only turn around every once
In a red, red moon. I only turn around every once in a red, red, moon
Red, red moon. When will your shadows break?
Tell the truth; what're you hiding behind that face?
If matter′s in then I might space out
Why can′t I take in what you've been putting out?
Why do I reject while you endlessly reflect?
You′re projecting your perfection astounds
Nighttime, please hide my eyes,
So the man up there won't watch me stare
Teach me to make moonshine,
And we′ll get drunk on the spirits of the air
The constellations form infinite paisleys in the sky
The condensation tumbles down and erases my sight
And is it in the nightmare map of the cosmos up high?
Or is it in the signs? Or stranger still, just in my eyes?
In the song Red Moon by Will Wood and the Tapeworms, the lyricist describes the beauty and mystery of the moon, while also grappling with feelings of rejection and a desire for escape. The "red, red moon" rises in the sky as the sun sets, casting a blood-red glow on the horizon. The singer is drawn to this moon, feeling its pull on their soul and their body. They walk the equator, chasing the light of the moon, but find that it always stays just out of reach. The moon's beauty is contrasted with its shadows, and the singer wonders what the moon is hiding behind its face.
In the second verse, the singer describes their struggle to understand the moon and its effect on them. They reject the moon's perfection, feeling inadequate in its presence, and long to escape into drunkenness and oblivion. The sky is described as a canvas, with the constellations forming infinite patterns and the condensation obliterating the view. The singer wonders if the mysteries of the cosmos are reflected in the signs of the zodiac, or if they are simply projections of their own mind.
Overall, the lyrics of Red Moon are rich in imagery and emotion, painting a picture of a world that is both stunningly beautiful and overwhelming in its complexity.
Line by Line Meaning
Red, red moon. Keep on rising
The moon is rising and it is red in color.
The sunset soon indeed will bleed in my horizon
The sunset will blend with the singer's horizon.
The crescent rests, tethered to the west
The crescent moon is resting and can be seen in the west.
Waxing to the rhythm writhing in my chest
The artist's heart beats in tune with the moon's waxing phase.
That crack between the watercolor sky and sea is the
Corner where you′re born in the mist
The place where the sky and the sea meet is where the moon was born.
I might deride the tide, 'cause I′m pulled as it pools about my feet
Towards your stolen light, while you're holding my slight gravity
The singer criticizes the tide because it pulls them, while the moon's light is more alluring.
Well I walk the equator,
Chasing the light; little do I know it orbits close behind
I might remember or might assume, but I only turn around every once
In a red, red moon. I only turn around every once in a red, red, moon
The singer follows the moon's light along the equator, but is unaware that the moon orbits behind them. They only look back occasionally, during a red moon.
Red, red moon. When will your shadows break?
Tell the truth; what're you hiding behind that face?
The artist questions the moon, asking when its shadows will disappear and what it is hiding.
If matter′s in then I might space out
Why can′t I take in what you've been putting out?
The artist feels spaced out and questions why they cannot understand the moon's beauty.
Why do I reject while you endlessly reflect?
You′re projecting your perfection astounds
The artist is amazed by the moon's perfect reflection, and wonders why they reject it.
Nighttime, please hide my eyes,
So the man up there won't watch me stare
Teach me to make moonshine,
And we′ll get drunk on the spirits of the air
The singer wants the night to hide their eyes so the moon does not see them staring. They also want to learn how to make moonshine so they can get drunk on the spirit of the air.
The constellations form infinite paisleys in the sky
The condensation tumbles down and erases my sight
And is it in the nightmare map of the cosmos up high?
Or is it in the signs? Or stranger still, just in my eyes?
The artist observes the constellations in the sky and wonders if their beauty is real or just a product of their imagination.
Writer(s): Will Wood, Will Wood And The Tapeworms
Contributed by Lincoln B. Suggest a correction in the comments below.