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Still Gets To Me
02:54
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If you are a bigot then there's the door
That bullshit just won't fly no more
The days of intolerance and hate are done
Homophobia is over - we won!
They're singing in churches and passing the hat
So the wallets of bigots just keep getting fat
And I know it's impermanent
But sometimes this shit still gets to me
They come by the hundreds, they're waiting in line
For their god-fearing chicken and fag-bashing fries
And I know it's ridiculous
But sometimes this shit still gets to me
I get physically ill at the people who kill other people
But it's not just the one who is holding the gun
It's the creed and the culture he's taking it from
There are kids who don't have it as good as I had
Kicked out by their mother, just kicked by their dad
And I know that its changing
But 'til it does, this shit still gets to me
I get physically ill at the people who kill other people
But it's not just the one who is holding the gun
It's the creed and the culture he's taking it from
While their hate has the cover of "souls to be saved"
They're just pushing another teen into the grave
And it won't last forever
But sometimes this shit still gets to me
They'll have lost in the future
But 'til that day, this shit still gets to me
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2. |
FIGJAM
02:03
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I could get used to anything
Like the holes in my shoes or the talking blues
Or the way that I feel after too much booze I choose
I could get used to anything
Like having a love of my own, or being completely alone
I’m gonna be alright, things are great and I can’t complain
I’m gonna be alright, I’m alright, I’m alright
I got used to working for the man
And I got used to sleeping in a goddamn freezing van
I got used to taking what I can
And I got used to being level anywhere that I am
I’m gonna be alright, things are great and I can’t complain
I’m gonna be alright, I’m alright, I’m alright
Constant punk rock claustrophobia
I could get used to anything
Isolationist paranoia
I could get used to anything
Credit cards and constant eateries
I could get used to anything
Metaphysical lecture series
I could get used to anything
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I’m getting tired of being put up with
Like I’m not too much of a pain
And I’m getting sick of the passive relationships
Nobody cares either way
And you could go a month without me
Or you could see me everyday
I’m just a lukewarm feeling, an inoffensive gray
I’m getting bored of withholding affection
For anyone other than me
And I’m getting rather annoyed at the way
I’m alone when I go out to eat
Because my heart is overflowing
But no one’s there to catch the spill
I’m just a fire burning that you won’t ever feel
And so I need someone to love me
Like I need someone to love
How convenient that I fit the bill
The only one to plug into
This equation of isolation
This simulation of masturbation
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Anything that’s gonna happen’s gonna happen
Anything that’s gonna be is gonna be
Anything that you decide has been decided for sometime
And you decided you don’t wanna be with me
Anything I’m gonna say has long been spoken
Anything I’m gonna sing I’ve already screamed
Anything you want to know you have always knownAnd you know that you don’t wanna be with me
So na-na-na-now that I na-na-na-know
That’s there’s na-na-na-nothing to say
I’ll say na-na-na-nothing to na-na-na-no one but me
Anything that’s on your mind is well-established
Anything that’s in your heart is on your sleeve
Anything I wanna hear sure won’t fall on my ears
Cuz you’re saying you don’t wanna be with me
Anything that’s in the future is determined
Anything that’s in the past is history
Anything that’s in the here and now is obviously clear
Like how you presently don’t wanna be with me
So na-na-na-now that I na-na-na-know
That’s there’s na-na-na-nothing to say
I’ll say na-na-na-nothing to na-na-na-no one but me
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5. |
Friday's Forecast
04:08
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There's a storm brewing outside
Literally and otherwise, figuratively and otherwise
But we've got no place to go
And the misfits gathered here we all belong
We seek the shelter of two-minute songs
Cuz there's nothing else that matters on the outside of our world
Until the song is done, the band is done
And then comes yet another one
There's a storm brewing outside
Literally and otherwise, figuratively and otherwise
But we've got no place to go
And we celebrate our lives by killing ourselves
And we balance all our chemicals for health
Cuz there's nothing else that matters on the outside of our world
Until the can is done, the butt is done
And then comes yet another one
There's a storm brewing outside
Literally and otherwise, figuratively and otherwise
But we've got no place to go
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6. |
Let's Get Sick!
06:51
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We're gonna get sick, yeah we're gonna get crazy
We're gonna get fat, yeah we're gonna get lazy (Let's get sick!)
We got the money so that we can pay
For the luxury, the luxury of living in this way
I said we're gonna get sick, yeah we're gonna get crazy
We're gonna get weak, we don't wanna get stronger
We're gonna get rich, we don't wanna work harder (Let's get sick!)
We stand to benefit from things untrue
And we don't know any different so what you gonna do?
I said we're gonna get weak, we don't wanna get stronger
You can try to tear it down
You can try to tear us down
And build up in our place
You can try to tear it down
You can try to tear us down
And we'll laugh in your face
We're gonna get mad, yeah we're gonna get answers
We're gonna get weak and we're gonna get cancers (Let's get sick!)
We got the power to remain untouched
But we leave you to the elements and wish you best of luck
I said we're gonna get mad, yeah we're gonna get answers
You can try to tear it down
You can try to tear us down
And build up in our place
You can try to tear it down
You can try to tear us down
And we'll laugh in your face
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7. |
Lovelives
02:16
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Well I’ve got it bad but you’ve got other plans
So I guess we don’t have anything to talk about
Cuz you’ve got a heart
And I’ve got a guitar
And anyone could see how this would all work out
I’ve lived entire lifetimes in my head
I’m capable of something but I’m fucking off instead
And I’m living like I’m already dead
But there’s a world outside
Well I’ve been ignored a couple times before
And every time it hits me with the same exact
Sense of worthlessness and shame
I’ve only got myself to blame
I’m trying to feel the world but keep myself intact
I’ve faked entire lovelives in my bed
I’m capable of something but I’m jacking off instead
And I’m living like I’m already dead
But there’s a world outside
So welcome back my friend
It’s good to have you ‘round again
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8. |
The Architect
04:28
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Back a long long time ago
Several billion years or so there was a god
He knew all there was to know
He made the universe just so but it was flawed
Maybe he felt a little rushed
Maybe a week was not enough to get it right
Maybe the limits of the limitless
Are cleared if you just give it one more night
It’s such a shame
When the architect lets the building fall to flame
No one can edit so no one takes credit
And no one takes the blame
Back an hour or two ago
Somewhere on an empty road there was a man
Who had a drink and had a smoke
Who had the inside of a joke, who had a plan
With his stable full of friends
Like better means to bitter ends, he headed home
With so much at his fingertips
The good and bad relationships, he was alone
It’s such a shame
When the architect lets the building fall to flame
No one can edit so no one takes credit
And no one takes the blame
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9. |
Earnin' It
04:28
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Look at everything that's all around you
Look at all everything that still surrounds you
Body armor, guns, and cops
Look at all the ways you're still succeeding
Look at all the ways you're still not bleeding
Inheritance, trust funds, and stocks
There's something in the way (there's something in the way)
You carry yourself walking down the street
But there will come a day (but there will come a day)
When the circle is complete
You think that you've earned it (you haven't fucking earned it)
You think that you've earned it (you haven't fucking earned it)
It all seems so perfect but you never learned it
You think that you've earned it (you haven't fucking earned it)
Notice everything that's laid out for you
Notice everyone that stands before you
Do you not see a pattern here?
Notice how the world is that much smaller
Notice how you're standing that much taller
Does that relate to what you fear?
There's something in the way (there's something in the way)
You carry yourself walking down the street
But there will come a day (but there will come a day)
When the circle is complete
You think that you've earned it (you haven't fucking earned it)
You think that you've earned it (you haven't fucking earned it)
It all seems so perfect but you never learned it
You think that you've earned it (you haven't fucking earned it)
And I do believe that the power is fading
And I do believe that the times are a-changing
And I do believe that the fire is raging
The fire is raging
You think that you've earned it (you haven't fucking earned it)
You think that you've earned it (you haven't fucking earned it)
It all seems so perfect but you never learned it
You think that you've earned it (you haven't fucking earned it)
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10. |
Wherever I End Up
03:23
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I’ve had a few ideas, some plans that never worked
I’ve also had good fortune that was probably undeserved
And I’ve seen more than I could have hoped
And I’ve been mostly able to cope
I’ve met some special people, a few I might call friends
And I’ve fucked up opportunities and promising plans
And they were right, I could do anything
Yet another sunset, and still I’ve done nothing
And wherever I end up, wherever I end up
Wherever I end up, I hope you’re there
A multiverse of options, a single train of thought
I’m looking for a leader, I’m not looking to be taught
And I’ll make sure that nothing goes to waste
My carcass can be fit to your own taste
If anything is missing I’d like to fill the void
I’ve said all that I need to but I still don’t have a boy
And what more could I possibly prove
There’s just one peak remaining to move
And wherever I end up, wherever I end up
Wherever I end up, I hope you’re there
It’s with all modesty I say I’ve had a good run
But with all honesty I say I’m probably done
Cuz if there’s anything worth doing left
It can’t be done alone
No, I can’t make it on my own
And wherever I end up, wherever I end up
Wherever I end up, I hope you’re there
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Matt Wixson's Flying Circus Detroit, Michigan
Matt Wixson’s Flying Circus are a three-piece band from Detroit, MI, with DNA from every corner of punk gene pool. Since 2010 we have toured extensively both regionally and nationally, and have shared the stage with many top bands, including the Suicide Machines, the Slackers, Mustard Plug, Fishbone, Rx Bandits, PEARS, Screaming Females and We Are The Union. ... more
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