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At any given time, we have more songs than we know what to do with. Why do we keep releasing them in bursts of six? Well, simply, we care about the overall sound and meaning of our records, and we hope you find that each release feels like a coherent viewpoint or statement. After compiling a bunch of songs that seemed similar, I (Matt, your humble guide) realized that the songs all discuss the future as it relates to the present. All of these songs are about time. Some of the songs relate to one another, and they all fit into a perspective about time’s nature. We wanted the artwork to reflect time as well, and so we asked the incredibly talented Otto Splotch to draw a scene where things from the past, present, and future was occurring or coexisting in a single frame. If it looks similar to something else, that is purely coincidence. That’s our story and we’re sticking to it.

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released March 11, 2016

Matt Wixson’s Flying Circus is:
Mike Land – drums and backing vocals
Josh Young – bass and backing vocals
Matt Wixson – guitar and lead vocals

All songs written by Matt Wixson
All songs performed by MWFC

Recorded and mixed by Ben Wixson at whatever he calls his studio, in March 2015

Produced by MWFC and Ben Wixson

Gang vocals on tracks 1, 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6 by Mike Land, Josh Young, Carmel Liburdi, Kenny Plont, Nick Rorick and Kyle Hopper

Gang vocals on tracks 2, 3, 4, 5, and 6 by Bud Koltys (because he was thought singing the na-na-na parts was stupid. Thanks, Bud.)

Vinyl pressed at Archer Record Pressing in Detroit, MI

Artwork by Otto Splotch (www.ottosplotch.com)

Photography by Alex Thorpe

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Matt Wixson's Flying Circus Detroit, Michigan

Matt Wixson’s Flying Circus are a three-piece, queer-fronted 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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Track Name: [A Picture of the TARDIS]
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
Track Name: Lovelives
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
Track Name: Dangerous Plans
Well some things are better with company
And some things are better alone
And sometimes the difference is puzzling
With the visions and voices at home
Well I get unsettled occasionally
I almost get scared every day
I’m worried about my identity
Even though I’m quite settled this way

And where do I go from here
Balancing fire and fear, juggling skills and scares
‘Til dangerous plans of the future
Reveal themselves at the right time

I haven’t felt myself lately
Which is something I don’t have to say
You’ve probably noticed the changing
Of my mood, more morose by the day
But you don’t see the source of my troubles
I guess that means we’re both in the dark
I feel it’s my curse to untangle
It’s my duty to not leave a mark

And where do I go from here
Balancing fire and fear, juggling skills and scares
‘Til dangerous plans of the future
Reveal themselves at the right time
Track Name: FIGJAM
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
Track Name: All Right
Well this one’s for the ones down on their luck
The beaten and the tired and the stuck
While you may live in misery
Wait an hour then you’ll see
That everything will be all right

Everything will be alright, everything will be alright
Whoever you are, wherever you go
Everything will turn out fine, you know
And everything will be alright

And this one’s for the ones on the outside
Who’ve been knocked down and been marginalized
As prejudices lose their grip
The future comes with fortunes flipped
And everything will be all right

Everything will be alright, everything will be alright
Whoever you are, wherever you go
Everything will turn out fine, you know
And everything will be alright

And this one’s for our loved ones who are gone
And the ones left here behind to carry on
Those memories will never fade
We’ll always have those good old days
And everything will be alright

Everything will be alright, everything will be alright
Whoever you are, wherever you go
Everything will turn out fine, you know
And everything will be alright
Track Name: Wherever I End Up
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