These Are Good People

by Little Big League

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Written and recorded during the winter of 2012 in cold warehouses.

Available on vinyl from Tiny Engines

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released 06 August 2013
Produced by Craig Hendrix and Little Big League
Engineered by Craig Hendrix at Cementanental
Mixed by Vince Ratti at Skylight Studio
Mastered by Alex Santilli at Spice House
All lyrics by Michelle Zauner
All songs by Little Big League

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Track Name: Lindsey
I can see the water from my house
I’ll put you up, Lindsey
I’ll put you up, for free

I could win your bread, if you let me
You let me win
You let me in, Lindsey

I will have you longing for heirs
I will have you longing for heirs
I will have you longing
In a home and garden

Can’t you see the bridal suites?
The water, the water
Don’t you dream of you and me
A daughter, a son

Lindsey, Lindsey, be mine
Lindsey, Lindsey, be mine
Lindsey, Lindsey, be mine
Lindsey, Lindsey, be mine
Lindsey, Lindsey

I will make a chain, a precious link
I’ll have you yet, Lindsey
You’ll be my pet, Lindsey
Track Name: My Very Own You
Tell me all the parts I conquered first
Cause I know your kind, you’re a bad, bad girl

My very own you

Show me every inch they couldn’t reach
I will bring and claim bricks to build my place

My very own you

Tell me who
Who, who?
Tell me who
Who?

My very own you
My very own you
Track Name: Dark Matter
Something dark, something dense
Rushed its way in, into our home
Into our home, our home

These are good people, these are good

When the youngest flat on her back
Fascinated by the infinite, finally goes
Finally goes, go

Thought of you when we took all her things, off of the shelves
Neat into piles to take away, out into cars, out of the house
And how the floodlights came and went, how the floodlights came and went
As we went in, as we went out
How we come in, how we come out
How we are with, how we’re without
How we both loved, how we don’t now
How we come in, how we come out
Track Name: Summer Wounds
For the love of God, someone get this girl to shut up
Or else I’m leaving, I swear I’m leaving
Oh don’t you want me to stay
Like a summer dress on a wire hanger

I can not get off when you're always trying to talk
I lose the feeling, I'm lost
Oh, I know you’ll beg me to change
Like a storm curls across the bay

Eat the kids in love
(I know you're tired, but I think we need to figure this out)
Track Name: Brackish Water
New England fall in the family classic car
We went on a holiday drive
Parked at the beach picking shells and stones to bring
Things to line on your selves

And what we saw isn’t far behind me
But water flows fresh to brackish then to salt into seas

New York parades, first Cold Spring, then Macy's Day
Giving road head on the turnpike
And I called it off when I saw what I’d become
I was holes and shape

And what we saw isn’t far behind me
But water flows fresh to brackish then to salt into seas

Well I watched them fold her up in deli paper
I called you out
On the threshold of a human heart
You watched me fall apart

I know better, and you know
But all I see still is your mouth
Packed with hooks to cut and rip me out
Just one more time
I know better and you know
But all I see still is your mouth, your mouth, your mouth
Track Name: Sportswriting
Tell me do you like to give or receive
Or do you like it better on hands and knees
And can you hear them losing and win
From the schoolyards by our house with all the windows left open

Try to not see your failures ascending
Waitressing is a temporary thing

I wonder when the summer comes
And I still want to drive to your parent’s house
If you'll live somewhere else

I can hear them losing and win
Hood tween girls outside our house
Ripping her hair out for entertainment

Try to not see your failures ascending
You'll perfect the art of losing

Oh what if when the summer it comes
And I still want to drive to your parent’s house
But you live somewhere else

We're getting there, home

Eugene, housed the days of truancy
10,000 nervous breakdowns that drew me to the east
A home, a home I came running to the warehouse kids that feared a boomerang home
Staring out at the backyard, wire and leaves interlocking
Track Name: Settlers
I’ve been finding little hairs, little teeth and little
But no is no is no
We serve our time with hands between and hands within
But no is no is no

So we cast up a spell
A dry spell
To replace the violent streak
In you, in me

Oh my god it's fucking sick the stockholm grip you've got on me
I'd settle to know that you're alive
Do you still fever? Are you temperate?
Does your heart still beat in time?
Track Name: Tokyo Drift
Oh how black the pavement is
In all the neighborhoods there are left to live
Glaring lapses there have passed
The windows closed to the drafts and the vessels were snatched

Our bodies jointed and julienned in the sun
Clean shaven and pressed down to pleading pulp
Inside out now the clotheslines strum dumbly on
Strung up absences pinned up like warnings of

On a tarpaulin in the weeds
They lay me down slow and so easy
And hum your hurting days are through
Even as I’m begging still to follow
Track Name: Never Have I Ever Walked Away When the Time Was Right
In the cold, hard light of dawn are you happy with what you’ve become
Indoors, from room to room, are you guiltless
And the tears they came and went, when we came through, came, and went
While in my hair you made a fist, I was guiltless

But we were good when we were good
We were good when we were good

Through the woodsmoke in Hancock New York played a kid's game turned a baring of scars
Outdoors from kid to kid, psychic lesions
And the beers they came and went, exposing the pornographic larks of our past
Filling the spaces we'd all chased to forget, I find peace in this

Oh we were good when we were good
Oh but now we are not good, now we are not good
And never have I ever