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missing

by goodnight/goodluck

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1.
Don’t tell me to shut up. Don’t tell me it’s all in my head. If this is too hard for you to manage, Maybe I’m better off instead I don’t want to be your housewife. I don’t need to depend on you. I just need your hand and understanding Something real and something true. I don’t want to. If this is too hard for you, I don’t want you to make it harder— If this is too hard for you, I don’t want you to make it harder for me.
2.
Tearing holes in a threadbare story Radio hum like cicada calls We pace these halls with Marley’s ghost We dream up names for the places We’ve come to fear the most Bitter thoughts collect in this riverbed How dry, how brittle, my bones are thin This careless communion on highways In darkness, through floorboards— Throw our light on the cracks Summarily speaking, we are fragile Somewhat damaged Clinging to something else Summarily speaking, we are fragile Somewhat damaged Clinging to something else Sing the loons, call the night things. A body at the bottom of Silver Lake Sing quiet, the nights destroyed— Ephemeral damagers who do their worst and slip away Summarily speaking, we are fragile Somewhat damaged Clinging to something else Let these cities fall away Let these bricks fall like water Summarily speaking, we are fragile Somewhat damaged Clinging to something else Summarily speaking, we are fragile Somewhat damaged Clinging to something else Let these cities fall away Let these bricks fall like water
3.
Careful now, Someone might hear you. We speak in code. Fan the flames And stifle smoke Don't get me wrong— I'm not one to easily frighten When the cables gone rogue When the boats are swaying We'll be seeds Leave us buried underneath Bare your teeth Break brittle skin and sink them deep We'll be buried underneath Leave us buried underneath Mercury— Mother Maia's calling Protect us, your thieves— In darkness, hurry please We'll be seeds Leave us buried underneath Bare your teeth Break brittle skin and sink them deep We'll be buried underneath Leave us buried underneath We'll be seeds Leave us buried underneath Bare your teeth Break brittle skin and sink them deep We'll be buried underneath Leave us buried underneath
4.
Lorem Ipsum 04:01
Ships are in the harbor Quiet, drifting out to sea Sleeping without worry Cling to former glory. Antennas on the rooftops Streaming all the lowly ends Scratching out the hard parts Silent when they’re comforting. Give me something, anything Kill the buzzing in my ears Spiraling and circling Down and through this wayward drain This wayward drain. What are you waiting for? Shouting down crowded rooms Words are static We exist in noise Straight to the heart of it Sifting through the broken glass Weaving through static Three dots, three dash, three dots. You can’t pretend That you can abstain Your hands are bound Our Tongues are tied The sirens ring The streets are empty We let it come to this Apathetic generation. What are you waiting for? Shouting down crowded rooms Words are static We exist in noise Straight to the heart of it Sifting through the broken glass Weaving through static Three dots, three dash, three dots.

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released May 12, 2018

music by goodnight/goodluck
lyrics by eric zrinsky, except "Ice Cream & Red Wine" by sarah puleo

recorded and mixed by joe reinhart
at the headroom in philadelphia, november 2017
www.theheadroomphiladelphia.com

mastered by ryan schwabe
www.ryanschwabe.com

album cover photography by sarah puleo
www.sarahpuleo.com

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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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