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Everybody's Coming Down

by The Good Life

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1.
7 in the morning and the fog is gently rolling Timid ghosts in the garden lurk about Everybody's coming down Lured by lilting melody …Maybe don't let them in the house
2.
Everybody 03:42
Everybody's riding the Ferris wheel And the pinnacle's gorgeous Everybody's trying to stay focused To live in the moment Once the ride is done they're back in line again But the carnival closes at night and it's quarter to five There's a lump in their throats 'Cause they know this is it, still they paste on a smile And hold each other a little closer Everybody's saddled with sadness A longing they can't quit Everybody knows this is transient They're trying not to notice This spinning world has left them dizzy and anxious This ephemeral banquet of bliss left its tang on our lips Must we all wait in line? We're all bystanders of our own lives, our own loves And it's killing us I just want to relive that feeling of overwhelming Again and again, is all I ask I used to want a future perfect Now all I want is past Everybody's looking for closure In a sea of disorder Everybody's swimming in oblivion Feeling insignificant
3.
I'm singing for acceptance I'm singing for the rejection I'm singing for attention, I'm singing, "Oh-oh, oh-oh" I'm singing for show and tell I'm singing for a spot on your record shelf I'm singing to sell myself, I'm singing, "Oh-oh, oh-oh" I'm singing for sympathy I'm singing for your charity I'm singing so you'll pity me, I'm singing— I was young and in love with the names on the marquee Dreaming of my face on an LP "Oh-oh, oh-oh" Now, I'm old and I know that the Troubadour's green room Only looks big from the floor of the venue "Oh-oh, oh-oh" I'm singing for vanity I'm singing for the world to want me I'm singing 'cause I'm lonely, I'm singing, "Oh-oh, oh-oh" I'll sing about my daydreams I'll sing about the girl on the trapeze Always swinging just out of reach, I'm singing— I was young I was dumb always chasing the big fish And all the wine and roses that came with it "Oh-oh, oh-oh" Now, I'm old and I know that I'll never be satisfied My kingdom just to feel self-actualized "Oh-oh, oh-oh" Day in, day out, 'til the wishing well runs dry
4.
Holy Shit 01:49
Holy shit, the Sun has set The Moon is on the parapet of a bungalow Where we're drinking to our lives Holy shit, I'm a revisionist Flapping around like a sweet bird of youth Those days have flown the coop Holy shit, that we even exist All our lives we've stumbled and stammered and clamored Up to this Holy shit, it's 2 a.m. The bars are closed, we're stuck again With these fateful and fretful decisions Holy shit, I'm not equipped for this If my body's a temple it's crumbling And it can't be renovated These days, there's no mystery No majesty, no history in the making as before Onward, ever yonder, we wander toward the— Holy shit—it's all just cancer and myth Holy shit, that we even exist All our lives we've stumbled and stammered and clamored Just for this
5.
Every chandelier of every twinkly golden year Has gathered dust and no one can reach up that far Every chardonnay of every weekend getaway Has turned to piss trickling in the reservoir All this will end We're hurtling around the Sun All this will end A shopping mall, the Parthenon Every candle lit for every god or cancer kid Has flickered out and no one ever heard the prayer Every candidate on every major syndicate Is filled with doubt, along with every taxpayer All this will end We're flotsam locked into a groove All this will end 'Cause of a tantrum the Sun threw All this will end The Sun will soon consume us all All this will end Meteors, wrecking balls
6.
Each ticker tape parade Is followed by a broom brigade To sweep up all the mess we made Don't let me off this float Each smiling face I see Reminds me of the agony That every love ends in defeat Don't ever let me go In the end, we're sent to bed We're put to sleep—but not me I'm never coming down Not ever coming down Forever coming down In our hot air balloon The Moon hangs low and so do you I pop a bottle of Champagne And toast a love grown cold Keep pushing into me The warmth blooms to a tapestry Why can't we live so blanketed In the moment we explode Flashy fireworks decay into debris— But not me I'm never coming down Not ever coming down Forever coming down
7.
Happy Hour 01:40
8.
Diving Bell 04:07
Fare thee well Please, don't let 'em tip my diving bell I'm lost at sea in present company Mouths are moving like machinery The pressure drops, my ears begin to pop The din of cocktail hour is drifting off Fare thee well, I'm plummeting the depths In my diving bell… Another Sun, another Moon Another man could've penned another tune He may have even looked a bit like you Another time, another place Another man could've made the same mistakes And I can't take the parallels Fare thee well No one's gonna tip my diving bell All I can hear in my underwater clear: A rush of blood pounding upon my ear drums A bathroom stall, my admiral's cabin Water's seeping in, I fall asleep again… Another day, another year Another carousel through the nothingsphere Infinitely unaware Another me, another you Another space I can torpedo to— Hidden in the bathroom Fare thee well… I'm lost at sea, treading through these city streets Beyond my hood the world is rippling
9.
I can feel it in my bones— It's hidden Somewhere, deep within the skin It's living I know the cancer is inside of me I know the cancer is in everything I can feel it in my bones— It's aching Hiding somewhere in my home To take me I can feel the cancer burrowing I could see the cancer bury me There's no cure I am certain An omen wallows… IN MY BONES
10.
Oceans and mountains: a puddle and an ant hill What's the difference from a light year away? Relativity is shrinking me, but I'm okay Gotta get out out of bed and go to work Gotta get out of work and go to bed Wonder why a teensy thing like me Needs so much rest Ova and semen, a high rise full of humans A fertile hypodermic needle skyline A swimming sea of sexuality in the bat of an eye Gotta get out of work and hit the clubs Gotta dance and flirt, gotta couple up Propagating teensy human beings is a must All in all… Small, we are I can't imagine how small we are It's got me feeling as light as air When I think of how small we are… And now, I'm thinking how small we are! It's got me feeling as light as air Light as air Gotta stay in line, obey the law Gotta pay your tithe and praise your god Gotta lot of responsibility for something so small All in all… Light as air… Light as air...
11.
Ad Nausea 03:35
All my life I've felt such discontent For every big achievement, each award, each encore I assume this gloom stretches to my deathbed? Nausea, this lump in my throat It's just nausea—it's making me choke So sad to know this life is a hoax Nausea, I barely exist It's your nausea—I'm shaking my fist At a universe that can't give a shit Nausea, ad nausea All my family's buying brand new houses For their bundles of joy and their twenty couches Then there's me, I'm wealthy with ideas All my joy is brief and artificial With the proper dosage I can feed my ego Once the buzz wears off I feel so hollow Nausea, this ache in my chest It's just nausea—I can't catch my breath So sad that life's indebted to death Nausea, in fits and starts It's your nausea—I want no part I can't give a shit and I'm calling it art Nausea, ad nausea
12.
Midnight is upon us And I fear I've been dishonest Leaning pensively against the kitchen sink I am ashamed of everything; All the love that I abandoned All the friends I took for granted Now, I drink my troubles neat (As you wait for me to come to sleep) Off in the back bedroom You lay still as a death sentence Weighing heavily upon the inmate's mind I am estranged of everything— In these halls of hoary shadows Of a life lived incomplete We could've had a family A littered legacy Now, instead of photo albums It's a house of record sleeves And it's coming down Up above our heads I hear the creaking of a footstep And the tick-tock of the cuckoo clock I am afraid of everything and as I peek around the corner I spy the specter with his scythe… Just another senseless life To end in one fell swoop I was certain I was special— I guess my neurons hid the truth I wish you'd lie to me tonight; Hold me and tell me I'm not so bad Tell me I made some sort of difference That our love is more than chance Oh, I'm coming down

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released August 14, 2015

Performed by:
Stefanie Drootin-Senseney - bass, vocals, keyboards
Ryan Fox - guitars, keyboards, vocals, electronic percussion
Tim Kasher - vocals, guitars, keyboards
Roger L. Lewis - drums, acoustic/electronic percussion

Recorded by Ben Brodin at ARC Studios in Omaha, NE, 
January 2015

Additional recording at everyone's respective homes

Mixed by John Congleton at Elmwood Recording in Dallas, TX
February 2015

Mastered shortly thereafter by Alan Douches at West West Side Music in New Windsor, NY

Artwork by Dan Black at Landland

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The Good Life Omaha, Nebraska

The Good Life is drummer Roger L. Lewis’s love of classic rock, multi-instrumentalist Ryan Fox’s chaotic approach to melody, Stefanie Drootin-Senseney’s propulsive yet tuneful bass parts, and Tim Kasher’s deft, complementary song writing.

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