Will Wood & the Tapeworms - "RED MOON"

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LIVE IN STUDIO is an ongoing music series centering on New York based indie music artists and bands. The goal is to create a live performance environment while retaining a studio like sound mix. One take with a multi-cam and multi-track set up, persevering the raw performance of the artist or band. Newly-formed and hailing from suburban New Jersey, Will Wood and the Tapeworms are a five piece experimental rock band with a flair for the theatrical. Led by singer/songwriter Will Wood, this group of artists don face paint, huddle around a cluster of microphones, and scream surprisingly catchy songs. Drawing influences from everything from show tunes to the avant-garde, Will Wood and the Tapeworms are multi-talented, multi-faceted multi-instrumentalists. For more information on the band visit their official Facebook page: facebook.com/willwoodandthetapeworms?fref=ts and you can follow them on their twitter and Instagram account @tapewormsmusic Will Wood and the Tapeworms Will Wood - Vocals, Piano Mike Bottiglieri - Guitar Thomas Finch - Drums Jonathon Maisto - Bass Dan Chetnik - Sax Director and Editor: Michael Robayo AD / Camera Operator: Irwin Rojas Photography: Patricio Robayo Recording Engineer: Gabriel Francis Mixing / Mastering Engineer: Jonathon Maisto Production Company: Site B studios Check out the official Photo Gallery by Photographer Patricio Robayo at: patriciorobayo.com Shot and Recorded at Backroom Studios. For booking information and rates please visit: thebackroomstudios.com/backroom/ LYRICS: Red, red moon. Keep on rising. 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 matters 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? While 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 spirit of the air. 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 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? 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.

Will Wood & the Tapeworms - "RED MOON"

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• published: 22 Sep 2015
• views: 7597

LIVE IN STUDIO is an ongoing music series centering on New York based indie music artists and bands. The goal is to create a live performance environment while retaining a studio like sound mix. One take with a multi-cam and multi-track set up, persevering the raw performance of the artist or band. Newly-formed and hailing from suburban New Jersey, Will Wood and the Tapeworms are a five piece experimental rock band with a flair for the theatrical. Led by singer/songwriter Will Wood, this group of artists don face paint, huddle around a cluster of microphones, and scream surprisingly catchy songs. Drawing influences from everything from show tunes to the avant-garde, Will Wood and the Tapeworms are multi-talented, multi-faceted multi-instrumentalists. For more information on the band visit their official Facebook page: facebook.com/willwoodandthetapeworms?fref=ts and you can follow them on their twitter and Instagram account @tapewormsmusic Will Wood and the Tapeworms Will Wood - Vocals, Piano Mike Bottiglieri - Guitar Thomas Finch - Drums Jonathon Maisto - Bass Dan Chetnik - Sax Director and Editor: Michael Robayo AD / Camera Operator: Irwin Rojas Photography: Patricio Robayo Recording Engineer: Gabriel Francis Mixing / Mastering Engineer: Jonathon Maisto Production Company: Site B studios Check out the official Photo Gallery by Photographer Patricio Robayo at: patriciorobayo.com Shot and Recorded at Backroom Studios. For booking information and rates please visit: thebackroomstudios.com/backroom/ LYRICS: Red, red moon. Keep on rising. 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 matters 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? While 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 spirit of the air. 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 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? 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.