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Vices
00:58
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I can't be a victim to
Someone else’s superstition
But if left to our vices
Do we know the price is worth the cost?
A year is longer than you think
But 25 is even more
Am I a has-been?
Have you been keeping score
I need to breathe
Take time to think
Not die a has been
Who’s even keeping score?
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Let us begin with the ending
Instead of pretending we’ve heard this one before
We don’t fit in despite blending
The past is impending, the future’s not much more
With lines that read, “Please repeat after me”
Screaming feed our fingertips to wolverines
Playing our guitars
Curtains closed and we keep singing
Fingertips to wolverines
Playing our guitars
Curtains closed and we keep singing
Songs we sung when we were young
But we’re not any more
Flowers on the grave
We pay respect to the eagle
As we become the prey
A premonition of evil
Nine lives, again we’ve resurrected
But past lives have ended, we’ve sung this song before
So one last time, it’s Saturday and we’re live
Screaming feed our fingertips to wolverines
Playing our guitars
Curtains closed and we keep singing
Fingertips to wolverines
Playing our guitars
Curtains closed and we keep singing
Songs we sung when we were young
But we’re not any more
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History
03:43
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All of us believed that we could be the kings of Elm street
Telling secrets to the trees nights on the rooftops
And all the time avoiding sleep
Avoiding who we’d have to be
Did we let our parents down
And burn our futures to the ground
Oooh, and it’s killing me
How about you?
And I think you’re next
So let’s save the progress
We used to be vain and thoughtless
And though we change in between
We’re still varying degrees of losers
Even in victory
Our History
It’s 4am and the conversation signals our delusion
Our weakened constitution death by hilltop
Lucid smiled through which we speak
Comparing hopes while dodging dreams
Unsure the present’s what it seems
We forge our own reality
So let’s save the progress
We used to be vain and thoughtless
And though we change in between
We’re still varying degrees of losers
Even in victory
Our History
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Sweet Tooth
04:09
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Brain in, brain out
Like a cryptographic house
My masquerade, macabre
Stay in, freak out
Coat closet full of doubt
Pair of shoes, parasol, parasite
I’m taking the Penrose staircase down
And taking a ball-point pen to my brain
Send food
is this house haunted or doomed?
I think I might be confused
I feel like I’m being chewed
Sweet tooth
I’ve got new cavities, too
My baking soda perfume
Says something died in this room
And silence is the answer
Breath in, bleed out
There’s a voice inside my mouth
He talks, he shows me things (come play with us)
Stay in, freak out
Coat closet full of clowns
Funny bones, bag of jokes, body bag
I’m taking the Penrose staircase down
And draining the red rose tone from my face
CHORUS
Maybe I’m just chasing shadows
My health is in decline
She thinks I can’t be trusted
I’m dusted, crusted, fried.
(repeat)
CHORUS
(She says “you look like you’ve seen a ghost
You’re as white as your eyes are wide”
Kitchen knife by the bedside
Screaming in your sleep last night)
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Several Bad Examples
03:48
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Refresh my bad news box another champion has lost
We placed so much stock in, but didn’t calculate the cost
What a shame! Are we to blame for every monster causing pain?
Every crime, and every time we let the standard stay the same
Despite a history of violence paired with sobering silence
But in the end the story will explode
Add one more to the sample of several bad examples
Who succeed in selling lies
That’s one more than a handful of countless getting canceled
Who believe we're wasting time
But we at least have to try
Forgive us our soapbox, but no one here is clean
Check your hands and your playlists, there’s blood between the streams
What a time to be alive! All our heroes in disguise
Supposed fame, stubborn shame, the art of moral compromise
And the history of violence paired with sobering silence
but in the end the pompous will implode
Add one more to the sample of several bad examples
Who succeed in selling lies
That’s one more than a handful of countless getting canceled
Who believe we're wasting time
But we at least have to try
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Echoes
03:30
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Some like to spill how they’re smarter now
Cause if they could know then
What they could accomplish they’d change it all
I like to think that I’m me in fact
Cause I’ve made some choices
And I’ve danced to “noises” when I heard song
I’d never be keane as to believe in a version of me that didn’t sing
When at my core I’m a cared for collection
Of moments both love and rejection
That helplessly hope for reflection as to why
It’s good to “be”
We finish what we start
Echoes of our actions over time
Others believe in a better then
Cause new seems much harder
The past can’t be bothered to move along
I want to speak out “And what about
The people whose voices
You’ve pawned off as “noises” grows loud and strong?”
I’d never be keane as to believe in a version of me that didn’t sing
When at my core I’m a cared for collection
Of moments both love and rejection
That helplessly hope for reflection as to why
I’m so much more than a cry for attention
Regardless of art or invention
I happily seek introspection, smile, and sigh
It’s good to “be”
We finish what we start
Echoes of our actions over time
A better me would be in stereo
Speaking lies and sound advice
There’s only one direction we can go
Linear time’s no paradise
Of all the questions you could ask me
I’ve made my bed, now here I lie
A better me would be in stereo
I’ve made my bed, now here I lie.
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Do or Die
03:29
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Will anybody hear this song?
Would anyone care if I quit making records
They’re lousy with doubt
Show of hands if you feel your heart sink
Because you might think life is patterns
A kaleidoscope, ever-turning
But the truth is nothing matters
And no cars if you’re hurting
Who am I? Do or die!
When the will it takes to step outside
Signifies that I’m less do than die
But I gotta try; do or die!
Shake the fear out of my weary spine
And ease the minds whose fears are worse than mine
Are we worse, are we better off?
Do we embody the dream of our parents?
The coffers were full
So did we cause this recessions ourselves?
Because you bred keyboard crusaders
While Reaganomics was quietly churning
And now we all save peace for later
Cuz no one cares till the cities are burning
Who am I? Do or die!
When the will it takes to step outside
Signifies that I’m less do than die
But I gotta try; do or die!
Shake the fear out of my weary spine
And ease the minds whose fears are worse than mine
Get off your ass, and make a change
We can be the ones to fold
Cuz nothing so far says we’ve got the need
To turn and run
Who am I? Do or die!
When the will it takes to step outside
Signifies that I’m less do than die
But I gotta try; do or die!
Shake the fear out of my weary spine
And ease the minds whose fears are worse than mine
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Usual Suspect
03:23
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A man found dead and then suddenly
You’ve all turned heads and you’ve turned to me
You don’t know what you can’t see
You can’t show me what’s make believe
Better time spent thinking differently
From where he went to her history
Some say passions it’s own crime
Let’s point fingers to pass the time
I smell collusion
In delusions you’ve deemed proof
I sense confusion
Eyes alluding back to you
But then again if you did it
Who would ever admit it
It’s good to see that some things never change
I’m suspect as usual
A well prepped plan rolled in subtlety
We’ve all got hands out with mouths to feed
You can’t taste if you can’t breathe
You won’t see possibilities
Whether you still think that honesty
Exists as guilt forming physically
Some say passions it’s own crime
Let’s point fingers to pass the time
I smell collusion
In delusions you’ve deemed proof
I sense confusion
Eyes alluding back to you
But then again if you did it
Who would ever admit it
It’s good to see that some things never change
I’m suspect as usual
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I can’t sleep tonight
The ghosts that haunt ,e come to life
And im not breathing right
I’m choking on a bitter bite
So i'll just whisper secrets to pillows
To make room for the new ones in the night
Like I love you
And I need you
The line between the two’s too much to bear
Believe
But I can’t be the early worm they eat
Cuz I scream my lungs out
At every little drop
Or gain
And in this den it’s pride before the pain
My faith betrays me
Pray my vices will save me
It’s been so long, so far
Much that was is torn apart
Close, but no cigar
The bitter kiss of smoke and tar
So ill just bite my tongue here, and swallow
And not articulate the things that make me red
Like I love you or I hate you
Caution like the first words after fights
CHORUS
I ran so fast and so hard I could taste blood
To panacea, placebo effect
I’m codependent and desperately hopeful
And on my knees to the god of regret
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A Little Mad Sometimes
02:51
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Title card, exterior wide, coffee bar
Cut to inside where it starts
Could be the last time we’re ever lonely
Maybe cliche a mix-up within the cafe
Meet cute that lasted for days
Could be the last time we’re ever lonely
Are you busy tonight?
It’s too early to say goodbye
Leaving me cues, I wonder
Is this a movie? Are we the stars?
Hoping for ten years longer
Memories of credits and coffee bars
Fade in, act two, interior dark, point-of-view
Laughing and looking at you
(Is it) too soon to tell you I’m yours completely
Walk to the car, two-shot above from afar
Voiceover thinking of hearts
Too soon to tell you that yours completes me?
Are you busy for life?
It’s too early to say goodnight
Leaving me cues, I wonder
Is this a movie? Are we the stars?
Hoping for ten years longer
Memories of credits and coffee bars
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11. |
In The Cards II
03:17
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I don’t think it’s funny how at fifty I still live like twenty-five
All the poison I put inside over time has crept outside
Now I find my face is full of lines
Just like the ones that I cut to clear my mind
I’ll take another drag from my cigarette
I’d do it all again if I didn’t have to bear the regret
I know it’s only cards
But I thought I’d never deal again
Tear me down
I barely know my father
My kids can hardly trust their own
You could call me sober but if sober means forever nevermind
Full disclosure; I was only fully sober for a time
Now I find my past is rife with lies
So much so that I…I’m lying to myself
I’ll take another drag from my cigarette
I’d do it all again if I didn’t have to bear the regret
I know it’s only cards
But I thought I’d never deal again
Tear me down
I barely know my father
My kids can hardly trust their own
Hey dad, don’t be so hard on yourself
Despite the worst, you were always there for the both of us
I’ll take another drag from my cigarette
I’d do it all again if I didn’t have to bear the regret
I know it’s only cards
But I thought I’d never deal again
Tear me down
I barely know my father
My kids can hardly trust their own
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As Good As It Gets Evansville, Indiana
As Good As It Gets is two-piece pop/rock band formed in 2014.
All songs written by Mike White and Dustin J. Mattignly.
Mike White - vocals, guitars
Dustin J. Mattingly - vocals, bass, piano
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