The Fine Art Of Falling Apart ~ Matthew Good

I walk alone and I
I ride alone and I
I rock myself to sleep
Baby, there ain’t enough room in this world
For people like you
And horrors like me

A time of darkness
There lived a girl in a cave in the woods
Disguised as a bee
At night she would fly into the city
Sting the cars
And sting the cost
And she would hover over me
Whispering
And we’re surfacing
We’re Surfacing

I stand alone and I
I fight alone and I
Stay clean by feeling cheap
And baby, there ain’t enough room in this world
For perfections like you
And monsters like me

A time of darkness
You will look absurd and you will feel it hurt
And you will go looking to blame somebody
You see I used to think that I’d get over everything
But everything just got
Over me

I’m certain of it
I’m certain of it
I’m certain of it
I’m certain of it

I walk alone and I
I ride alone and you know
That’s all right by me
See baby cause
here ain’t enough room in this world
For a great, great many things

Last Parade ~ Matthew Good

It feels like time to let it go
It feels like time to break or show
It feels like time to cut your breaks
Shut your mouth, do something, anything

It feels like time to fuck or leave
It feels like I choke you just to breathe
It feels like time ain’t time at all
Just black out, wake up foreign, wander home

Take me out, lay me down
Let the dirt fall all around me
Baby ain’t it good to be back home?
They’re burning futures in the mountains
All lit up, ya you can count yours
Baby ain’t it good to be back home?

It feels like just another day
Like one more dead town’s last parade
Like we’re taking pictures of a tidal wave
On the shore grinning a hundred feet away
It feels like time ain’t time at all
Just black out, wake up foreign, wander home

Take me out, lay me down
Let the dirt fall all around me
Baby ain’t it good to be back home?
They’re burning futures in the mountains
All lit up, ya you can count yours
Baby ain’t it good to be back home?
Ain’t it good to be back home?

Going all the Way ~ Matthew Good Band

Well this is it
so where it’s at monomaniacs
baby you know all we’re good for
drugs for the kids! if the kids are flat
[all dressed up to match]
those shit eating grins look effortless
and if there’s nothing left to die for
and all this “our beauty!” is just decay
and if there’s nothing left to die for
then you and me, let’s go out going all the way

well this is it
so where it’s at megalomaniacs
baby you know it’s all we’re good for
those missile men with their master plan
don’t get paid to understand
makes you wonder (?) where we got these shit eating grins from

and if there’s nothing left to die for
and all this our beauty is just decay
and if there’s nothing left to die for
then you and me
let’s go out going all the way!

dreams of the sea caught way inland
cut as losses we’ll cut our losses
we’ll cut our loss

Odette ~ Matthew Good

Hey midnight
Turn on your lights
Roll out your stars
Roll out your stars

I look tired
But I feel wired
And my body hums
Like it’s coming undone

Don’t you lie to me
Nothing’s already what it seems
And even you can spot the fool

Odette
Make me forget what I’ve done
What I’ve become

Don’t want to be so wide awake
Don’t want to be so wide awake
I see just how you take
Don’t want to be so wide awake

Hey midnight
Turn on your lights
Roll out your stars
Roll out your stars

99% Of Us is Failure ~ Matthew Good

I know that it’s bad
That it’s the kind that they can’t operate on
And I know it’s real slow, honey
Painful and real slow
Styrofoam coffee cups
And bagged drugs that never work enough
And I know its real slow, honey
Painful and real slow

When we were young
And hit like hammers
I’d write the nails in your hands
But when 99% of us is failure
There’s no going back

And I know its real slow, honey
Painful and real slow

Blackbird come the break of dawn
The TV’s on, I turn it off
Walk outside, get in the car
Stare at the wheel then fall apart

I get it all the time
Bright eyes to bat and hide behind
But I know they’re just for show, honey
Painful and just for show
Black rooms to babysit
White halls to pace and wait for it
And I know it’s too slow, honey
Painful and real slow

When we were young
And hit like hammers
I’d write the nails in your hands
When 99% of us is failure
There’s no coming back

And I know its real slow, honey
Painful and real slow

Blackbird come the break of day
You swallow the shit that people say
Walk outside look at the sky
Ask it to fall or tell you why

Flashdance II: Matthew Good

She was a dancer I was out of work
She had a law degree, I used to be a clerk
She takes her clothes off for the Japanese
I take my clothes off whenever it suits me

Barely living, but I’m living large
Well it ain’t the ending that I fear
So lets go downtown
And walk around til you feel like the walls are caving in

You could sell the sad the world tonight
And they would take it, and they would ruin you
You could sell the sad the world tonight.

She had a name like April Spring
But her mother called her Judy
She takes her clothes off for the Japanese
She says they’re nicer than most would be

Barely living, but we’re living large
Well ain’t the middle that I fear
Put in the ground
And wait around til you feel like the walls are caving in

You could sell the sad the world tonight
And they would take it
And they would ruin you
Well her hate is still prettier in person
Prettier than worse now, prettier than, prettier than me
You could sell the sad the world tonight

You’re turning into the biggest it all gets
And my head is so away
You’re turning into the biggest it all gets
And my head is so away, so, so away…
So, so away… so, so away…

You could sell the sad the world tonight
And they would take it, and they would ruin you
Well her hate is still prettier in person
Prettier than worse now, prettier than, prettier than me…
You could sell the sad the world tonight.

Empty Road: Matthew Good

Throw away your anger
Throw away the sheath
Charge and spike your heavy guns
Because that ain’t no kind of belief

Dream of where it left you
When you were still too young
To know the difference between the faith in your heart
And the politics of looking dumb

It’s all I know
This empty road
It keeps me looking for a place in your heart
It’s all I know
Said brother are you weary?
Said sister are you safe?
Has this world got you thinking
That it ain’t nothing but jailers cage?

Well child there ain’t no worries
And child it ain’t no thing
Because this world’s too old to hate you
And too young to give up spring

It’s all I know
This empty road
It keeps me looking for a place in your heart
It’s all I know