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Debut EP

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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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goodnight / goodluck Philadelphia, Pennsylvania

Philadelphia's goodnight/goodluck doesn't shy away from thunderous drums, wiry guitars, and understated, yet vibrant melodies. The band pulls equally from the chaos of punk acts like Japandroids, Bear Vs. Shark, and Constantines as well as modern indie like Rainer Maria, Minus the Bear, and Tokyo Police Club.

Sarah Puleo
Eric Zrinsky
Ed Taylor
Jayson Verdibello
Alex Brown
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Track Name: Ice Cream & Red Wine
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.
Track Name: We Need More Cymbals In The Monitors!!!
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
Track Name: Didn't Ask For a Dime
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
Track Name: Lorem Ipsum
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.