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Modest Mouse- The Good Times are Killing Me

this song was on the album ‘good new for people who love bad news’ which was released in 2004. wow. i just realized how long ago that was. i bout the album on a whim and found it to be a favorite of a mine. for a month or two, i had it on heavy rotation. this was probably my favorite song on that album. for some reason it made me feel good. i haven’t listened to the song in a while, but now that i have, the effect is still there. it’s almost as though this song pushes my happy button (strange, huh?). how could i not post it, then? i sincerely hope the song molests your happy button when you hear it. yeah. look forward to that.

The good times are killing me. Here we go! 

Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on. 
Shrug off shortsighted false excitement and oh what can I say? 
Have one, have twenty more “one mores” and oh it does not relent. 

The good times are killing me. 

Kick butt buzz-cut dickheads who didn’t like what I said. 
The good times are killing me. Jaws clenched tight we talked all night, oh but what the hell did we say? 
The good times are killing me. The good times are killing me. The good times are killing me. 

Fed up with all that LSD. 
Need more sleep than coke or methamphetamines. 
Late nights with warm, warm whiskey. 
I guess the good times ain’t wrong, just killing me. 

Got dirt, got air, got water and I know you can carry on. 
The good times are killing me. 
Enough hair of the dog to make myself an entire rug. 
The good times are killing me. 
Have one, have twenty more “one mores” and oh it does not relent. 
The good times are killing me. 
Shit-kicker city slickers who all wanted me dead. 
The good times are killing me. 
Get sucked in and stuck in late nights with more folks that I don’t know.

The good times are killing me. 
The good times are killing me. 
The good times are killing me. 
The good times are killing me. 
The good times are killing me. 
The good times are killing me. 
The good times are killing me. 
The good times are killing me. 
The good times are killing me.

-the skinny miracle