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Redacted Memories
01:58
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Ive got a novel full of words
Full of stories and characters
You'll never meet
I've got a diary of broken
Inappropriate unspoken
Philosophies
I've got a calendar that doesn't have
A summer or a spring
It just goes straight from the winter
To the fall
I've got some spaces in my timeline
And redacted memories
It's like there's no proof I was ever
There at all
Heavy with all that I've ingested
Swallowed down but not digested
Waste of space
Out of breath, my ears are burning
While my bloated stomach's churning
In its place
I'd typically just vomit everything
Up onto the stage
Binge and purge and binge and purge
Ad nauseum
But now my muscles seem incapable
Of working that way
And now I'm losing all of my
Trust in them
And it's fine, it has to be fine
Cuz there I was but here I am
With no account for my lost time
And it's fine, it has to be fine
Cuz it was stolen by the circuitry
Right out of my mind
I'd tell you everything I know about it
But it seems that I forgot it
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2. |
Take Good Care
02:17
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I’m alright for now
But in an hour I just don’t know how
I’ll be feeling, how I’ll be dealing with stuff
I’m okay today
But I’m worried that tomorrow it’ll go away
And I’m scared I’m not prepared quite enough
Because it’s hard to take good care of yourself
When everybody thinks that you don’t deserve it
It’s fucking hard to take good care of yourself
When everybody else pretends to be perfect
I’m not bad, I’m flawed
I’m a human, hate to spoil the facade
I can bleed, let’s not be so severe
I’ll survive, I hope
I think, I don’t know, I’m just trying to cope
With depression, with the stress and the fear
Because it’s hard to take good care of yourself
When everybody thinks that you don’t deserve it
It’s fucking hard to take good care of yourself
When everybody else pretends to be perfect
And they won’t say it to my face, but they wish that I was dead
We’ll just agree to disagree, I’d rather be alive instead
It’s hard to take care of yourself, but I’ve got help with my health
And as for everybody else, I wish you fuckers well
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3. |
Shit On Everything
02:38
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These fucking fingers are for everyone who thinks
That it’s okay to bully people over politics
These fucking hands are for the people who believe
That they can shame a person because they see a therapist
Nobody’s ever going to listen to you
Consider your views, if all that you do
Is shit on everything
Nobody’s joining your team
Believes in your dream, cuz you only seem
To shit on everything
You shit on everything
You shit on everything
You shit on everything
You shit on everything
This fucking music is for people who agree
That there are changes we can make to our society
These fucking songs can be ignored entirely
By folks who only want to be the new authority
Nobody’s ever going to listen to you
Consider your views, if all that you do
Is shit on everything
Nobody’s joining your team
Believes in your dream, cuz you only seem
To shit on everything
You shit on everything
You shit on everything
You shit on everything
You shit on everything
You may be active
But it isn't activism
You're making enemies
When we cannot afford division
There's no forgiveness
Not a chance at redemption
You offer only dogma
And shit is your religion
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4. |
Break Stuff II
05:38
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I’d like to give you an open-hand slap to the face
I’m upset about nothing and everything
I don’t care where, let me just make a mess of someplace
And I’d like to fall from the sky like a fucking Avenger
Hit the ground with my fist till it buckles and blisters
Kicks dust and debris onto dozens of strangers
I dream of smashing a glass on a wall at my work
Just the wind up, the pitch, let it fly like a brick
Let the sound echo down every hall and be heard
And I think of steering my car into oncoming traffic
Not to die, just to try it, to just feel alive
Just to see if there’s magic in whatever happened
And I’d like to be the next hurricane into New Orleans
Because cities build under the sea level shouldn’t exist
No matter if they seem important
And I’d like to trigger the earthquake that sinks California
Let the continent slide out and under the tide
And if possible let the same happen to Florida
I’d like to program the first reproducing computer
Give it fear and religion and self-preservation
And the zeal and the passion of a white male mass shooter
And I’d like to bring on the end of the world as we know it
Whether sci-fi or climate, determined, divine
It is time that we finally throw out the bullshit
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5. |
What's The Matter?
02:52
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What's the matter with my TV screen?
What's the deal with this messed up dream?
It's hard to say, just look away
What's the matter with the daily mail?
What's the deal with the place for sale?
It's all okay, just look away
Nothing is wrong you just, gotta carry on
I'm trying to define the confusion
Nothing is wrong you just, gotta carry on
But I don't think we share this illusion
What's the matter with the dogs and cats?
What's the deal with those goddamn hats?
They're shades of gray, just look away
What's the matter with the party lights?
What's the deal with the foggy nights?
Enjoy your day, just look away
Nothing is wrong you just, gotta carry on
I'm trying to define the confusion
Nothing is wrong you just, gotta carry on
But I don't think we share this illusion
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Grandpa was a Nazi-killer, he did what must be done
But uncle wasn’t fond of Hillary, that’s why Nazis won
Cousin’s most concerned with liberty when it comes to guns
But Grandpa was a Nazi-killer, he did what must be done
Auntie was a life-long pacifist, thwarted Vietnam
Uncle’s fine to just sit back and just let them drop those bombs
Cousin’s looking down on activists, thinks they’re causing harm
But Auntie was a life-long pacifist, thwarted Vietnam
Mother was a social worker who tried to heal the youth
Uncle’s an Alex Jones web surfer who doesn’t want the truth
Cousin is a vocal lurker who loves a good dispute
But Mother was a social worker who tried to heal the youth
Daddy was a nonstop fighter cuz he knew that he had to be
Granny was a whole lot kinder than her kin would let you believe
Brother was a punk rock writer, wound up a lot like me
Daddy was a nonstop fighter cuz he knew that he had to be
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7. |
Control Alt-Right Delete
01:41
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I believe that everything is getting better
I believe that things will be awful again
Cuz as long as this old planet keeps on spinning
It will keep on giving birth to evil men
I believe that money isn’t worth the trouble
I believe that if there’s winners, some must lose
Cuz as long as we are bred for competition
We’ll be trapped inside a race we didn’t choose
I believe that there is hope left for the species
I believe that we can make it if we try
But instead of making changes to the system
We need everything supporting it to die
I believe that there’s a flaw in how we’re programmed
I believe there’s fear right in our D.N.A.
But it seems there’s also something there recessive
That lets people overcome the common trait
I believe we have a chance for coexistence
I believe that it’s a monumental feat
Cuz as long as hate is treated as opinion
There is just one choice: control, alt-right, delete
Cuz as long as hate is treated as opinion
There is just one choice: control, alt-right, delete
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She said she'd pray for me, turns out she didn't lie
What would she say for me? She didn't specify
That rascal god, he got the message and he went and read my mind
I saw a game to play cuz I'm a smart fellow
I thought the same as Ray, I thought of marshmallows
But ol' Jehovah saw right through it and so here's what he did find
He saw this goddamn place is killing me and I can't stand these people
They're all ignorant quite willingly and can't tell good from evil
So Father, hear my prayer tonight we're Go-morons and we're Sodomites
We need some fire and brimstone or a good old-fashioned flood - all right (all right!)
I am an honest man, God knows I speak the truth
He was astonished and He knew just what to do
He was my own deus ex machina when I needed Him most
He saw the Christians who do not resemble Christ
The Republicans who don't fight for civil rights
I wasn't his most ideal candidate but I could be his host
He saw this goddamn place is killing me and I can't stand these people
They're all ignorant quite willingly and can't tell good from evil
So Father, hear my prayer tonight we're Go-morons and we're Sodomites
We need some fire and brimstone or a good old-fashioned flood - all right (all right!)
Everything will be alright (everything must be destroyed!)
Everything will be alright (everything must be destroyed!)
He said exactly when the heavy rain would start
I'd get to pack some friends aboard my rainbow ark
And sail into the future while the rest of humankind was left to drown
I'd have to make a list of those who would survive
Knowing that all the rest soon would not be alive
But I could see their bodies once again after the water all went down
Because this goddamn place is killing me and I can't stand these people
They're all ignorant quite willingly and can't tell good from evil
So Father, hear my prayer tonight we're Go-morons and we're Sodomites
We need some fire and brimstone or a good old-fashioned flood - all right (all right!)
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9. |
When The Rains Began
02:43
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When the rains began, no one understood
It was emptying the skies and the water would rise
So much higher than they thought that it could
First it took the coasts, then it flooded the plains
But by the grace of God even the peaks in Colorado
Weren’t high enough to still remain
Oh, how they tried, tried to survive
Rich men and women scrambled to their boats
But they ignore apocalyptic lore
Because only ours could even stay afloat
Other ships went down, passengers all drowned
But we were dry below the deck, rum parties and pets
And before long we were the only around
And we were making plans for how we’d want to live
All we needed was “everybody should always do the most good”
And we discussed how many fucks we should give (One! Two!)
We had no fights in forty nights
The philosophy so obviously clear
Oh, how we wished it hadn’t come to this
The solution didn’t have to be severe
But this is how it was, and it was such a shame
That the architect, with his building intact
Let the whole thing dissolve in the rain
And what was left behind would be a fresh clean slate
And we could still call it America
But we could finally make America great
Again
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10. |
One More Sad Punk Song
03:19
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I'm imperfectly alive
Just like everyone I know
I'm trying to be better
Than I was a year ago
We just always seem to be
More than just a little stressed
We try our best but it's hard
When we're all anxious or depressed
Is it every person
Or just people I'm around
We deal with everybody's problems but our own
We're fixing one another's heads
And stand on one another's legs
It's lonely but we're never quite alone
Shit tends to make you sick
And we're all drawn to it like flies
It's no surprise, that's how our
Social lives are organized
So, I just can't make the show
I would like to see you all
But I'm not well
I'll just stay home and take care of myself
Is it every person
Or just people I'm around
We deal with everybody's problems but our own
We're fixing one another's heads
And stand on one another's legs
It's lonely but we're never quite alone
So give me one more sad punk song
That I can relate to, and commiserate to
So give me one more sad punk song
That fits with my anguish, that's speaking my language
We're getting better but we've got a ways to go
We deal with everybody's problems but our own
We're all the same in that we're different
Unified by what we're missing
It's lonely but we're never quite alone
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11. |
More Pride
04:08
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You heard a song on the internet
It reminded you of how you're not done yet
A telegram out of Germany
It's an ugly world but doesn't have to be
A language you only sometimes hear
On a night like this it's sounding bright and clear
The task you've always had inside
And you cover it up but you should have more pride
The attitude of an angry song
Doesn't seem so right but who can say it's wrong
The airing of your aims and ills
Just a cheap replacement for the real deal pills
A beacon draws out a few undead
Well, to paraphrase what the shrink once said
You're story is that at least you tried
But there's something else and you should have more pride
So you made somebody smile once
You made somebody's night
And you advocated violence
You were all part of a fight
Then you self-imposed a silence
Gave up and just dropped out
But it doesn't need to always be
The thing that you're about
So you heard a song on the internet
And it lit the path towards a future set
The lanterns brightened up your face
Don't you look much better when you're bathed in grace
You've got much more that you can give
And besides it beats the alternative
When the tendencies of fear subside
You'll be on your way and you should feel more pride
Now that righteousness and hate have died
You are filled with love and you should feel more pride
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12. |
Someone To Know Me
03:59
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I always find life easier
In the company of cowards
The ones who lack the courage
To ask you anything that matters
Who have a hundred questions
Without expecting any answers
Who convince themselves they loves me
When they're little more than strangers
And I need someone to know me
And I need someone to know me
I'm when you're laughing
Working hard to get along
While I'm trying to find the punchline
But the timing's always wrong
I still haven't found a corner
Of the world that I belong
Except between the intro
And the outro of a song
And I need someone to know me
And I need someone to know me
And when it comes to legacy
Your memory will ignore me
Just a couple fights and melodies
Surviving to speak for me
No one ever talks about the way
My hair looks in the morning
No one ever talks about the days
I spent fearlessly adoring
And I need someone to know me
And I need someone to know me
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Matt Wixson Ferndale, Michigan
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