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good times with bad friends.

by goodnight/goodluck

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1.
Weaving in and out of this Awkward space Are you disingenuous Hold my breath and brace Whatever's next to come, whatever comes to play Who can say Life's a ticking time bomb and I’m In your way Trust me, a little bit I've got your number Finger on the pulse, finger on the trigger I've got you now Spider to the fly, will you walk in my little parlor Oh, it's no trouble, make you feel at home Figured you out Your prints, all over it Everyone will know All the lies you told Think you're out Guess again Everyone will know All the lines you sold Listen for sound, no traffic in Vacant downtowns I shiver, my voice splinters I’m so sorry I’m just tired Don’t be silly We’ll have some fun Figured you out Your prints, all over it Everyone will know All the lies you told Think you're out Guess again Everyone will know All the lines you sold Sing the walls in this empty room Fraying thoughts in morning gloom Motes of dust reflecting light Movements subtle and whispers slight Chase the meaning, the reasons why Absent from the damage done Conspire in anger, our voices loud We will not be silenced now Figured you out Your prints, all over it Everyone will know All the lies you told Think you're out Guess again Everyone will know All the lines you sold
2.
Oh, mother wolf Waiting in the moonlight, oh Brothers, oh Bathed in mud and tearing at their eyes Gonna be the last one now Open up the dark, dark sky And grab some stars Gonna make you oh so proud When everyone comes around Fuck it, let them stare Rome is burning, Rome is burning I've got a sneaking suspicion You've got, got, got us all fooled Cause good things come to those who take Yeah yeah we carve it in concrete Yeah yeah we write it down in blood Good things come to those who take Yeah yeah we carve it in concrete Yeah yeah we write it down Oh my gentle flock, make my empire great Take what's ours Oh how I'm warmed by the fire in your eyes Wolves are at the gates But our enemy's within Rome is burning, Rome is burning I've got a sneaking suspicion You've got, got, got us all fooled Cause good things come to those who take Yeah yeah we carve it in concrete Yeah yeah we write it down in blood Good things come to those who take Yeah yeah we carve it in concrete Yeah yeah we write it down Little bodies on the ground, gotta cover it up Little bodies on the ground, gotta cover it up Little bodies on the ground, gotta cover it up Little bodies on the ground, gotta cover it up Little bodies on the ground, gotta cover it up Little bodies on the ground, gotta cover it up Little bodies on the ground, gotta cover it up Little bodies on the ground, gotta cover it up Cause good things come to those who take Yeah yeah we carve it in concrete Yeah yeah we write it down in blood Good things come to those who take Yeah yeah we carve it in concrete Yeah yeah we write it down Good things come to those who take
3.
What do I say when everything starts to go my way And I thank whatever we believe in anyway Stare at your face -- say you’re trying, so I guess you’re trying But I’m a mess of tangled wires and frayed ends Drench me in phosphorescence Address me the magpie, your bitter Hyde Wrapped in your foot-a-night vine Coy comfort of rooms we lived in You’re all baby teeth You’re my wolf-dressed sheep So go on, puff your chest Oh oh, we’re all so impressed No need to explain, I'm through listening I haven't scratched the surface I'm gonna tear it apart I'm gonna leave you to blame Oh, I'll drink your bottle down Oh, I'll drain your cruel, cruel red Drench me in phosphorescence Address me the magpie, your bitter Hyde Wrapped in your foot-a-night vine Coy comfort of rooms we lived in Oh pretty lyrebird, sing me to sleep Drench me in phosphorescence Address me the magpie, your bitter Hyde Wrapped in your foot-a-night vine Coy comfort of rooms we lived in Oh pretty lyrebird, sing me to sleep
4.
Listen, can you feel it Coughing platitudes Flutter your wild eyes Don’t let it scare you We’re prologue and dangled Tangled marionettes Listen, he's laughing Our lonesome fool This is how we are forgotten If I'm alive, I am unconcerned Shouting at the moon, shouting at the TV Hoping for a shoulder, hoping for an ear We're lying if we're honest In a dream, I saw a way out Bodies splayed, bodies splayed Bodies splayed and broken Everything might just be all right My mind is made, my mind is made My mind is made Drown them among red guns In a soldier's heart Hear them? They're coming Salt and bone A lone remedy in twilight Cast me adrift They’re shouting, our baron weeps Let them rot This is how we are enlightened If I’m alive, leave me undisturbed Silent is the auger, silence for the stranger Hurting for a lost time, hurting on a whim They’re dying as if to protest In a dream, I thought I saw a way out Bodies splayed, bodies splayed Bodies splayed and broken Everything might just be all right My mind is made, my mind is made My mind is made In a dream, I thought I saw a way out Bodies splayed, bodies splayed Bodies splayed and broken My mind is made, my mind is made Everything might just be all right This is how we are This is how we are, this is how we are Bodies splayed, bodies splayed and broken In a dream, I thought I saw a way out Bodies splayed, bodies splayed Bodies splayed and broken Everything might just be all right My mind is made, my mind is made My mind is made

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goodnight/goodluck was:

ang bocca: vox
jayson verdibello: guitar, keys, vox, percussion
ed taylor: bass, vox, percussion
alex brown: drums
eric zrinsky: guitar, vox

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released May 1, 2020

music by goodnight/goodluck
lyrics by eric zrinsky

recorded and mixed by todd mecaughey
at cambridge sound studios in philadelphia, may 2019
www.cambridgesoundstudios.com

mastered by todd mecaughey

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small graves Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

small graves creates a frenzied mix of Iron Chic and Japandroids anthemic punk rock with a healthy dose of indie rock sincerity from bands like Tokyo Police Club and Death Cab for Cutie. Add to that the raw, gritty sound of 90s alt-rock bands like The Toadies and Silverchair, and you get a sound that feels nostalgic and familiar while tilling new sonic grounds. ... more

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