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I heard they got a new disease
It’s not safe to shoot the breeze
And the world ends if you sneeze
And they’ve started up a war
Over who gets to pretend
That there’s a war
I was made for these times.
No more poets, give us hacks!
No more skeptics, give us quacks!
Don’t forget who sells the snacks!
In all meaningful disputes,
Make your case by throwing fruits
In ninja suits
I was made for these times
See, this is how it always feels inside me
At war inside my body
With peace and love denied me
I...I used to look outside with longing
Well, it was longing mixed with envy
It was envy laced with bitterness
Chanting like self-righteous goons
Armed with purloined silver spoons
They march off to fight cartoons
The smirk has stretched beyond my head
To the skyline it has spread
That’s why I’ve said
I was made for these times
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This Just Goes To Show
03:57
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I felt it in my bloodstream; I knew it in my head.
I said it with my mouth, and then it happened like I said.
It’s not that I’m infallible; it’s just I’m never wrong.
And this just goes to show what I’ve been saying all along.
There’s no counterargument; there’s nothing to debate
And whatever happens next will only further demonstrate
How right I was before and am right now and will be then
And this just goes to show what I have said since way back when
When will we learn the truth, of course when I refer to “we”
I’m only being modest; I mean everyone but me
The least that I can do is put the truth into a song:
This just goes to show what I’ve been saying all along
Can you hear it?
Listen closely now.
Everyone is saying this all the time
Everyone is singing this song
Everyone:
This just goes to show what I’ve been saying all along
This just goes to show what I’ve been saying all along
Everyone!
Be quiet, Everyone!
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Here’s to the people who think they know
What they don’t know
I’m singing to you
Though you don’t know who you are
You’re the ones who
Can’t imagine
Decent people
Could think as you don’t
How long will you be simple, simple ones?
He was a hero when the world
Was black and white
He fought his battles
And God was on his side.
He found it hard to
Switch to color
Then he died of
Complications
How long will you be simple, simple ones?
You’ve been a victim; been a bully, too
Been other things
There are no straw men
And you’re not made of steel
It is hard to
Understand them
Why assume that
It isn’t your fault?
How long will you be simple, simple ones?
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We feel the urge to sing about the problems in this
Day and age we hate them do you hate them too
There’s far too many we can’t even count them
Much less solve them what is up with all the problems?
We were once a band that never sang about the problems
We are sorry that was wrong of us we didn’t use our
Platform, from now on we’ll sing of nothing else
What’s up with all the problems?
Social pathological political
environmental existential ergonomic
epidermic horoscopic systematic
Typographic nominal and deadly.
But in my dreams…
In my dreams
It’s the same
Pseudo chrono necro onanistic
Microscopic euphemistic
Anti meta histrionic
Pre traumatic monotonic
Sycophantic transatlantic
And semantic
You can do your part to raise awareness interrupt
Whatever’s going on with people, lift your voice
And point your finger, call them names and
Beat them up then say what’s up with all the problems
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Maybe I’m devious
Maybe I’m insecure and shallow
Maybe
Maybe I spoil myself
Maybe I live for my own belly
I have one saving grace
And it helps me get by
I’m really good on the issues
I’ll slow you down
If you should put me on a project
Maybe
Then I will whine at you
Over every inconvenience
But the world is convinced
I’m a hell of a guy
I’m really good on the issues
Racism
Fascism
Any isms
It’s simple: go online
Pick a side and learn what it thinks
Wish painful death upon
Those who think what it does not think
When you’re wrong, just erase
Any trace of the crime
I’m really good on the issues
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At The Margin
04:10
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Will there come a time
When we realize
We have been kidding ourselves when we say
That the fate of the world’s in our hands
And we know exactly what to do
If we really wanted to
The truth is we have no clue
If we can help at all
It’s only at the margin
Get small
We can barely see
Past our fingertips
So if something should happen to change
We may not even notice it has
Or if a change is good or not
Is it really good or not?
Face it, we don’t know squat
And we work out our will
Only at the margin
But still...
I think that you should do what you do best
Put down the megaphone and get some rest
I know you want to do much more radical things
What would you do if you could?
And how would you know you should?
If you’ve got an axe, chop wood
If you’re in a band, get good
You’ll have enough to do
And I’ll be at the margin
With you
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The Shut-Ups Atlanta, Georgia
We're a five-piece new-wave power-pop band from Atlanta and Athens, GA and practice daily at 6AM. We do more before 8AM than
most bands do all week.
We're not about Pleasure or Fun. You may enjoy listening to us. You may not. You may pretend to enjoy us because others you respect seem to. They may be pretending, too. In which case you may want to consider what else they're pretending about.
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