Will Wood

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
Well, he collapsed with Stevens-Johnson Syndrome on the E.R. floor
Panic attacked, anaphylactic and ataxic
Well the way he spun his butterfly risked all six his phalanges
Roman candles at both ends in his synapses
And the method with which he recycled his humors
Trojan Horse’d his blood-brain barrier and raised the LD-50, yes, yes
And through flight-or-fight revelation shame, the Black Box Warrior
He skipped this town and headed straight down history

[Pre-Chorus]
Shields himself from reason in a Kevlar baby-blue Tuxedo
Quilted from the finest fibers, flesh, and fiberglass, and flowers
His ego a mosquito, evil incarnate/good incognito
Pops placebos for libido, screaming “bless the torpedoes”

[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

[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 a flatline 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 axle hitch, a Carrick bend
He wondered if Christ-Consciousness would charge 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 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]
Hello, welcome. Why don’t you take a seat? Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to. Now what’s bothering you? Well, why don’t we start at the beginning?
Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence? Did you have xenon orchid sinews spilling down the outer center of your blooming Escher/Mandelbrot head? And how about claustrophilic tendrils clapping caskets closed on seven-knuckled thumbs, did you get along well with the Gideon Bugler pineal glands, your projector eyes casting sci-fi’s on your STR’d strands? Tell me about your nerve to steal nerves of steel from under Bacchus’ bloody nose. Did Namibian Himbas tie-dye you, your ears pierced with a Phineas Gage flagpole, did you die before your day?
Thursday traction, Tuesday titration. My hope is to assess through my objective report of your subjective conjecture whether this proprietary blend of expertise and seasoning works as well as this transorbital ice pick
Holistic ballistics, you got a better idea? It’s about the best we could come up with. What, you think ideas spread because they’re good? No, they spread because people like them. So here we are once again. Holding, as it were, a mirror up to your mirror
I guess it’s just something people do

[Verse 3]
A bloody knife to split your infrastructure, wine to rev your motor function
Coital machinations of the dead
Well you mainline your animus, karate chop your abacus
And learn to be an animal instead
But I never did think you better than this, your modus operandi
Causes Nazi/Skoptzyism and suicide
Why to thine own self be true when it is you who are the problem
Not the things you do but something sick inside
Lithium and Dialectics, boy you really is defective
CBT don’t seem effective for that Cluster B, accept it
Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects
You’ve lost your mind and almost lost your life before, so you’ll be fine
[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
And why would you want to look back?
I mean, it's no good looking back
So try to look forward now
For what? For what? For what it’s worth
If they were gonna get you, boy, they 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

If you're looking for a song that delves into the mysterious and intriguing world of government-sanctioned experiments and mind control, then "BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA" by Will Wood is a must-listen. This track takes inspiration from the infamous MKUltra project, a covert operation conducted by the CIA from 1953 to 1973.

The song's title itself, "OKULTRA," cleverly plays with the name MKUltra, hinting at the subject matter that lies within its lyrics. MKUltra involved the testing of psychedelic and psychotropic drugs on individuals, with the aim of extracting confessions and exploring mind control techniques. The do-wop musical themes of the album align perfectly with the timeframe when MKUltra was active, adding another layer of historical context to the song.

In the first verse of "BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA," we are presented with descriptions that could be interpreted as the reactions of the "warrior" to the serums being tested on them. They seem to capture the sense of disorientation and confusion that accompanied the MKUltra experiments, painting a vivid picture of an individual caught in the grips of a mind-altering experience.

Originally titled "Black Box Warrant," the song's evolution into "BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA" further emphasizes the connection to the covert world of government experiments. It's a song that lures you into a world of secrecy, conspiracy, and the unknown.

About BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA

"BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA" by Will Wood is a fascinating exploration of the dark and hidden aspects of government experimentation. Inspired by the MKUltra project and its use of psychedelic drugs, this song transports listeners back to a time when secrets were concealed behind closed doors.

The lyrics of "BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA" capture the paranoia and uncertainty that permeated the MKUltra experiments. Through vivid imagery and thought-provoking lines, Will Wood invites us to contemplate the psychological impact of such trials. The use of do-wop musical themes adds a touch of nostalgia, evoking the era when MKUltra was at its peak.

As you immerse yourself in the song, you'll find yourself captivated by its enigmatic atmosphere. The warbling vocals and haunting instrumentation create an unsettling ambiance, mirroring the disorienting experiences recounted in the lyrics. It's a sonic journey that transports you to a place where reality blends with the surreal.

What sets "BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA" apart is its ability to convey complex historical and emotional themes through music. As you listen, you'll find yourself pondering the ethical implications of government experiments, the boundaries of human consciousness, and the destructive power of secrets. Will Wood's lyrical prowess shines through, as every line is crafted to keep you engaged, questioning, and seeking answers.

This song is a prime example of how music can serve as a medium for exploring perplexing and thought-provoking subjects. It sparks a curiosity within the listener, urging them to delve deeper into the history of MKUltra and its impact.

As you embark on this sonic journey, don't be surprised if you find yourself lost in a labyrinth of intrigue, where each note and lyric feels like a clue leading you closer to unraveling the enigma of "BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA." It's a song that will leave you with more questions than answers, and that's part of its charm.

So, if you're ready to dive into a world of mystery, mind control, and do-wop-infused melodies, give "BlackBoxWarrior - OKULTRA" by Will Wood a listen. Prepare to be captivated, challenged, and transported to a time when secrets reigned supreme.

• Release Date: July 10, 2020
• Artist: Will Wood