Without Hesitation

by Good Luck

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WITHOUT HESITATION was recorded and mixed between March-July 2011 at Russian Recording in Bloomington, IN by MIKE BRIDAVSKY. GINGER ALFORD sang and played bass. MATT TOBEY sang and played guitars. MIKE HARPRING played drums. JUSTIN HUBLER played piano on tracks 5 & 7. TOBY FOSTER played euphonium on tracks 2 & 7. Alan Crenshaw, Ali Homan, Christina Connelly, Crystal Sullivan, Dave Walter, David J. Woodruff, Emily Jimmerson, Evan Copelly, Izzy Jarvis, Lauren Jones, Lisa Dorazewski, Luke Jones, Lyndsey Taylor, Mike Adams, Mike Harpring, Toby Foster, and Zachary Melton sang together on tracks 3, 5, & 11. Mastering by BOB WESTON at Chicago Mastering. Photographs by BEN RAINS. Drawings by NATE POWELL. Lettering by ALAN CRENSHAW. Layout/design by GINGER ALFORD. Lyrics to songs 3, 4, 6, 8, & 10 by GINGER ALFORD. Lyrics to song 9 by GINGER ALFORD and MATT TOBEY. Lyrics to songs 1, 2, 5, 7, & 11 by MATT TOBEY. All music by GOOD LUCK. Thanks, NO IDEA.

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released October 26, 2011

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Good Luck Bloomington

We're a pop 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 don't know if we'll play more shows in the future. We watched the series finale of Lost in the van during a thunderstorm. ... more

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Track Name: All Good People
Do you think we had it back then? We've been relieved by the youth we used to be in our day. They crept up, said, “enough is enough” and sent us away. Now I'm writing this alone. There are places I should be but let it go. I've kept myself just so, so don't be sour when I don't show. Can anybody attest to a perfect description like the ones we used to know? We were younger then. I'd like to think I'm realistic, still I'm never satisfied. Too afraid of what might come along, too uptight to make it mine. Now I'm trapped in the 1990s. Send a car to bring me home. I don't care much where you take me so long as you stay with me. Cling to an image of the past, were you a happy child? We know that all good people need to slug it out to give them a name they can say is prized. And if we ever had it back then, don't know that we have it anymore. But we've still got a job to do, so what are we waiting for?
Track Name: Our Mess, Our Mark
In the beginning there was inadvertent creation disguised as design. That's low. Have we been brought forth out of meaningful desperation just to make a mess? We made our mark, perfectly indelible. Some more than others deserve that distinction. We made our mark, gracefully unforgettable. Some more than others deserve such praise. In the beginning there was pain but not hesitation. Cause and effect were just something you know, and not this overbearing and unhealthy fixation to be one of the good ones.
Track Name: The Others
Simply nothing could be so important as that the snow covered the car, trapping my will to leave in frozen windows, so I walked into the bar. You knew me from the others. That's how these things start. All the faces turned in one direction to watch the tv or the band. Didn't matter that the noise was deafening when you brushed against my hand. In this place so loud and lonely getting out was always part of the plan. Here we're all expectant. All concerned, we're not that bitter. All prepared to see that we're wrong. We all still like a happy song. With all the lights turned on the house is glowing, we're in the belly of a star. Middle-west, middle of the winter, still a perfect time to start. You knew me from the others, knew me from the others, billions of the others searching for each other.
Track Name: Novel Figure
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 a long string of letters to keep out the endless supply of my self doubt. Turned off every thought 'til I could have been asleep. Now look alive, look alive cause you've been raised from the dead to breathe. Could I make a novel figure here if I were made into the lead? That's the last page, 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. The minor characters they never make a sound. There's nothing wrong with playing background for this town. When will we write something that no one can put down? Sleeping over in the grown up bedrooms now and in the morning you forget all last night's doubt. You took your band on tour and pushed some sound around. Maybe there's nothing to surprise us anyhow.
Track Name: Decider
Hold on to something. Grab hold and surrender, the future has come. We'll shout into the chasm, “Ohhh!” You wanted to say more but the breath was stripped out of your lungs and the echo was, “Ohhh!” I was surprised by the clarity reflected on each and every one. We walked out onto this precipice to piece together a path from the ash of the past. We stumbled 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. Ohhh, I'm stick to my stomach. All the air down there laughs at everyone. It's howling, “Ohhh!” 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, it's easier to move fast than to go slow. Hold on to something, tighten your grip and surrender, the future is here. We'll scream it out everywhere. Ohhh, afraid of what you don't know.
Track Name: A Song to Comfort the Sick
I‘m weighing down the covers of my bed. I feel so heavy from the silence of what wasn't said. Though it's dark in here I see fluorescent lights above your head, making me green cause they're looking over you instead. Oh how I wish I was a helpful one. But I can't be the one who's hovering 'round always asking you what's wrong. This distance grew up carelessly but how easily it keeps me from needing to be there when you need me there. I hope when you need me there I'll show up again and keep you warm and make the bed and hold a washcloth to your perspirating forehead. But you think a lover, not a friend, will drive those secret demons in though the silence is the place that they begin. Oh yes the silence is the place that they begin. I spent a lot of time just figuring that out, friend. So if there's something wrong inside me I hope some other soul will find me here in this aging set of skin, 'cause these are the bodies we're stuck in. And if I had it all to do again I'd have driven over before they checked you in.
Track Name: Contact
I'm concentrating very intently. My gaze is fixed though the images are blurry, and 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 awake 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 a guess. They all just continue walking or driving along their separate ways before I can 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 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.
Track Name: The Story, Rewritten
Had one hot cup of tea and too much time to think so I rewrote the story of us: where I spoke eloquently and you responded gently to the use of my soft language. But I still wore brown and blue and my curly head of red was stylish. All the drunk men and the cool kids stepped aside with Kirkwood humming like cicada's chorus. Can't escape the feeling that I've done this one before on the elevator taking me up to the top of the garage. Played tapes from the boombox til the night turns to morning again. When we were young and brave we shook off every rule. Maybe in our faith we acted like a fool. Now there's shades of gray for everything we do. How I've longed for something that will make me feel like there's only one answer. Now I skip to foolish fumbling when I hear your name and if this comes to nothing then it's all the same. After so much waiting it's a welcome change. Had two hot cups of tea and too much time to think so I rewrote the story of us: where I spoke eloquently and you responded gently to the use of my soft language. Now there's nothing left to say. It feels empty in your place. I know I've lost my chance. This is where we'll always stand. I never said nothing to move me towards you. I never did nothing to move me towards you.
Track Name: Impossible
Wake me gently. I was still dreaming when I hit the snooze. Don't start off today with a list of to-dos. If all that's left is another knot in the unending thread an impossible story is what gets me out of bed. If the unforgiving light of 30 years now will stir me from every unfulfilling dream, I'm not disappointed. Cause poetry is a gas station sign, mystery is the last open check out line, and I still believe we are destined to sing in time. If my high school diary was all you could ever read you'd think there was never a person so lost as me. But here I am bright and hungry, the nothing will never own me, and all its magic names are nothing new. Wake me gently. I was still dreaming when I hit the snooze. Don't start off today with a list of todos. If all that's left isn't another knot in the unending thread an impossible story is the one that's in my head. Are you of a patient mind? There are precious things here, though not immediately clear. Should all of me ever be in the same place at the same time the obvious could finally be fine. Sooner or later your road will chance upon mine and with admirable intent we'll hazard a try. It's a hard slog through a dark night on a weedy path with no line of sight. We know it, we know it, we just keep trudging on. It's bracing to see that we're not the only ones. You walk with me, feels like I'm traveling light.
Track Name: It Gets Harder
Such magic things does a bare heart bring, rare and fragile, crumbling with the easiest pressure. So with great trepidation I let in those words you wrote, a gift from a similar stranger. Doesn't it feel good to sing? When you've lost grip on everything open your chest, breathe it out on the floor, or what was any of this for? What happened broke my heart and I'm sure that it broke yours. But if you can't feel alive from this what was any of it for? I may have seemed distant; like I wasn't on the page. I showed my best side tonight now I'm crossing over into the grey space. Kindly I ask you, if we didn't have these songs to play would I be such an interesting party or just another unwelcome face? Doesn't it feel good to sing? When you've lost grip on everything open your chest, breathe it out on the floor, or what was any of this for? What happened broke my heart and I'm sure that it broke yours. But if you can't feel alive from this what was any of it for? You can either write it or you can't but you can't make demands on a mind with other plans. The hours you spent with your will so bent won't bring the moment back. It never was easy, even if the past now seems rosy. It takes a little distance. Your perspective's grown oh so cozy. Sure it gets harder, sure it does. Everything's harder when the children grow up to get what they wanted.
Track Name: Significant Day
Every shortcut will decay. Me, I'm a firm believer in taking the long way. We've wrestled with fate's motley orders but throw on your shoes it's a significant day. I've been twisted, coiled and ready to spring like a demon. Unending thundering. A way to tell if you have been keenly unwell is to list what you want in a sentence or two and if you've already got it, well, there's a clue. I've been twisted, coiled and ready to spring like a demon. Damn the thunder above! Suppose that what we need isn't an answer key or somebody to project everything that we hope to see. Do you want a prize now that I'm humble? Is there still dignity in change? Please say there is. If not for second chances we'd all be alone. Tell me how could I have known? I've been twisted, coiled and ready to spring like a demon. Unending thundering. Every shortcut will eventually be blocked, so throw on those shoes and just start to walk. Suppose that what we need isn't an answer key or somebody to project everything that we hope to see. When hesitation's overcome, so will each breath be a precious one.