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.
Skeleton Appreciation Day in Vestal NY
Will Wood and the Tapeworms Lyrics
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My favorite foods are smoke and hearts
My leftover frets forget stiletto-self vendettas,
While my cracking backbone lacks but backs up my false starts
All nightmares start as dreams and I hear my subconscious screaming
They say that beauty′s just skin deep
So naturally, please show me your-
Well I don't wanna know if the feeling follows home
Bones, bones, bones. Hell, we′re all alone
If I come home, baby, will you show your bones?
Lumps in throats and petticoats,
Your baby teeth would pray for you
A selfish book is always open,
And some of the best liars only want the truth
All love starts as a scheme, so wake me up, I'm tired of sleeping
They say that beauty's just skin deep.
So, obviously, please show me your
Bones, bones, bones. Let me see your bones
Well I don′t wanna know if the feeling follows home
Bones, bones, bones. Hell, we′re all alone
If I come home, baby, will you show your bones?
All nightmares start as dreams,
All love starts as a scheme
Give me all your LSD so I can feel my mind unweave again
They say that beauty's just skin deep
So Ana stands and rends the rancid meat from her
Bones, bones, bones. Let me see your bones
Well I don′t wanna know if the feeling follows home
Bones, bones, bones. Hell, we're all alone
If I come home, baby, will you show your
Bones, bones, bones. I can see my bones
Well I don′t wanna know if the feeling follows home
Bones, bones, bones. Hell, we're all alone
If I come home, baby, will you show your bones
My bones. Your bones. Tell me you can see my bones
My bones. Your bones. Tell me you can see them
The lyrics of "Skeleton Appreciation Day in Vestal NY" by Will Wood and the Tapeworms are a captivating portrayal of the singer's disillusionment with the superficiality of society and his yearning for a deeper connection with others. The song begins with the lines "To cut down on my silhouette, My favorite foods are smoke and hearts," which suggest that the persona is trying to diminish his physical presence in order to be accepted by others. The line "My leftover frets forget stiletto-self vendettas, while my cracking backbone lacks but backs up my false starts" implies that the persona has been hurt by others in the past and is struggling to move forward. The chorus, "Bones, bones, bones. Let me see your bones" is a plea for authenticity and vulnerability from those around him.
The second verse of the song delves deeper into the persona's feelings of isolation and desire for connection. The line "Lumps in throats and petticoats, Your baby teeth would pray for you" suggests that he is surrounded by people who are wearing masks and hiding their true selves. The line "All love starts as a scheme, so wake me up, I'm tired of sleeping" shows the persona's longing for a genuine emotional connection. The song ends with the persona begging for honesty and truth, asking "If I come home, baby, will you show your bones?"
Overall, "Skeleton Appreciation Day in Vestal NY" is a raw and emotional reflection on the difficulties of finding true intimacy in a world that values superficial beauty and appearances.
Line by Line Meaning
To cut down on my silhouette
I want to appear slimmer.
My favorite foods are smoke and hearts
My diet consists of cigarettes and emotional pain.
My leftover frets forget stiletto-self vendettas,
I have abandoned my grudges and negative thoughts.
While my cracking backbone lacks but backs up my false starts
My physical and emotional shortcomings hinder my progress.
All nightmares start as dreams and I hear my subconscious screaming
My fears arise from my subconscious mind.
They say that beauty's just skin deep
Physical appearance is given too much importance.
So naturally, please show me your-
I am intrigued by what lies beneath the surface.
Bones, bones, bones. Let me see your bones
I am asking for a display of one's true self.
Well I don't wanna know if the feeling follows home
I am not interested in a superficial connection.
Bones, bones, bones. Hell, we’re all alone
We are all disconnected and isolated.
If I come home, baby, will you show your bones?
I am asking for a genuine and raw connection.
Lumps in throats and petticoats,
Our emotions and appearances can be misleading.
Your baby teeth would pray for you
You were once innocent and pure.
A selfish book is always open,
People are often self-centered.
And some of the best liars only want the truth
Those who deceive often desire honesty.
All love starts as a scheme, so wake me up, I'm tired of sleeping
Romantic intentions can have underlying motives.
Give me all your LSD so I can feel my mind unweave again
I want to lose myself in a psychedelic experience.
So Ana stands and rends the rancid meat from her
Ana, a symbol of anorexia, is removing her physical imperfections.
Bones, bones, bones. I can see my bones
I am acknowledging my own inner truth.
My bones. Your bones. Tell me you can see my bones
I am seeking a shared understanding and honesty.
Writer(s): Will Wood
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