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"West Coast" is the first single off the upcoming EP, "Ctrl-S".
Featuring:
Adonias "A.D." Wondwessen - vocals
MR Wheat - keys
Amir Matthew Westmoreland - keys
Dave Farrell - bass
Terence Hobdy - drums
*hitmayng - DJ
All tracks by Good People are written, recorded, mixed, and mastered at Good People Studios in Denton, TX.
lyrics
Nightmares are pleasant memories I visit once a week. I got to rock-bottom and left a trampoline. Even if I never get to see the face again, I'll pretend it's all over, take a dive off of the shoulder and Before it's over They'll remember what being sober is. They'll defend, to the death, their right to avoid it with a hit. Quick fast like slick masks that go in and get cash. Much like Raskolnikov with visions of a sick past. I left before you wrote me. So, as I write this, hoping that you'll catch me as I'm going Knowing there's no hope I'm just rolling my die. If I do die tonight there's no going Back to my old ways, I've been here before. I tend to avoid recognized doors, but For every tactic I am lacking at the moment There's an enemy and matching ally And in me they can all see the bad guy, But angles shatter views like a glass eye.
Reclaim yourself, move along move along it's a song. When did you learn to be tame, yourself? It's a shame, your health is a game And we all do the same but to different ends of the same hall. Different grind, same haul, small difference: A single granule in the shoe of the mule under Don Quixote's vestibule Would have the brave fool named. The same incident simply more aptly ascertained. Answer gained meaning instantly. Parasympathetic alleys lead to larger pathways and Thoroughfairs thru which I neuro-fare. Gleaning from that, there is this much one can assume: Picture a pitch black room with no windows And enclosed within that indefinite amount of possibly diminishing space, Grows the definite sense of anxiety which awaits no sating That stems from the long-standing tradition of hating That which cannot be explained to, or by, us In a manner akin to our bias concerning the matter.
credits
released December 9, 2013
Composed by Amir Matthew Westmoreland and MR Wheat
