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Novel Figure
03:38
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The conversations have blown in through the window
and they've seemed to reach a crescendo
still I can't find a "hello, how are you, it's warm today"
turn the page, flip the record
build a world from this long stream of letters that keeps out
the endless supply of my self doubt
I turned off every thought til I could have been asleep
now look alive look alive cause I've been raised from the dead to breathe
could I cut a novel figure here, a novel figure here
If I were made into the lead?
That's the last page but start it over.
though I can't stay in this room much longer.
If my adventures were worth reporting
there'd be less of my own blank yearning
absorbed in descriptions of a crooked smile.
I turned off every thought til I could have been asleep
now look alive look alive cause I've been raised from the dead to breathe
could I make a novel figure here, a novel figure here
If I were made into the lead?
The minor characters never make a sound
There's nothing wrong with playing background for this town.
when will we write something that no one could put down.
There's nothing wrong with playing background for this town.
The minor characters never make a sound
There's nothing wrong with playing background for this town.
We're sleeping over in the grown up bedrooms now
there's nothing wrong with playing background for this town
and in the morning you forgot all last nights doubt
there's nothing wrong with playing background for this town.
You took your band on tour and pushed some sound around.
when will we write something that no one could put down?
maybe there's nothing to surprise us anyhow
when will we write something that no one could put down.
I turned off every thought til I could have been asleep
now look alive look alive cause I've been raised from the dead to breathe
could I cut a novel figure here, a novel figure here
If I were made into the lead?
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Contact
02:21
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I'm concentrating very intently. My gaze is fixed though the images are blurry. I cover each eye alternatingly to see them shuffle through the frame. I'm lying in bed and getting freaked out, you know I really shouldn't even be away now. I've spent enough of my life down here to understand how the shadows fall. I start to wonder exactly how many different people I've seen throughout my whole life, can't even fathom I guess. They all just continue walking or driving along their seperate ways before I even forget. I wonder out of all those millions, how many have I met? How many have I spoken with? How many have I simply brushed in passing? How many have I slept in the same building as? How many have been left handed just like me? How many have shared my exact date of birth? How many have I genuinely cared about? How many have I taken the time to get to know real well? How many have I loved? How many will I ever love?
So use simple expressions to explain what you can. Cause you'll never be able to see past your hand.
If I go blind from this condition may it only happen after we connect.
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Decider
03:54
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hold on to something
grab hold and surrender, the future has come
we'll shout into the chasm
ohohohohohoh
you wanted to say more, but the breath was stripped out of your lungs
and the echo was ohohohohohohoh
oh i was surprised by the clarity, yeah, reflected in each and every one
we walked out onto this precipice to piece together a path from the ash of the past
we stumble romantically through jobs and obligations to make the same mistakes in different situations
i know i've felt, you've felt, lost, stuck, trapped at the bottom without a light
so hold your handkerchief tight
and sing it all night
ohohohohohohoh
I'm sick to my stomach, ah the air down there laughs at everyone
it's howling ohohohohohohoh
let's stick with the program--the only thing we can do is laugh along
so bring me up to speed on this, are we entitled to be on this side
of the gap between where you were and where you're at?
I called out across the divide, but all i got for an answer was "decide decide decide!"
you know, it's easier to acquire than to let go
you know, you know, it's easier to move fast than to go slow
grab hold of something
tighten your grip and surrender, the future is here
we'll scream it out everywhere
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When You Were Mine
03:31
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When you were mine
I gave you all of my money
Time after time
You done me wrong
Cause, just like a train
You let all my friends come over and eat
And you were so strange
You didn't have the decency to change the sheets
I know, that you're going with another guy
I don't care, cause I love you baby that's no lie
Love you more mine than I did when you were mine
When you were mine
You were kindasorta my best friend
So I was blind
I let you fool around
I never cared
I never was the kind to make a fuss
When he was there
Sleepin in between the two of us
I know, that you`re goin with another guy
But I don't care, cause I love you baby that's no lie
Love you more than I did when you were mine
When you were mine
You were all I ever wanted to do
Now I spend my time
Following him whenever he's with You
I know that you're going with another guy
But I don't care, cause I love you baby that's no lie
Love you more than I did when you were mine
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Good Luck Bloomington
We're a trio from Bloomington, IN that writes pop songs that are way too fast. Ginger Alford plays bass, sings, and does taxes for a non profit bookstore. Matt Tobey plays guitar, sings, and owns a bakery. Mike Harpring plays drums and remodels old homes in Philly, PA. We watched the series finale of Lost in the van during a thunderstorm. ... more
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