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Released: May 24, 2008
 

Liner Notes:
Jason Thomas Gordon – Vocals, Percussion
Cary Beare – Guitar
Matt DelVecchio – Bass, Organ
Andrew Crosby – Drums
Produced by Kingsize
Engineered & Mixed by Chris Fuhrman
Mastered by Gavin Lurssen
Good Fight Songs (BMI)

 

 

 

 

 

Kingsize released The Good Fight EP on their own Good Fight Music label in 2008. The message of the music was driven home by the striking image on the album cover — the world famous 1989 photograph of a lone man defiantly standing up to an onslaught of tanks in China’s Tiananmen Square.

Over the years, many bands had been told they couldn’t use the iconic image as album art but Kingsize wouldn’t take no for an answer. They appealed to photojournalist Jeff Widener personally. “I wrote him a letter and asked if he’d take a listen to us,” says Jason, “I told him I wanted the band to sound like that picture.” Soon after, they got a call from the Pulitzer Prize nominee. Widener said he loved what he heard and Kingsize became the only band to ever receive permission for its usage.

+ ELEVATOR

I love it here upon the rooftop
Me and you just singin’ our lungs out
I’ll be your Marvin Gaye ‘n you’ll be Tami Terrell
I drank the wine straight from your lips
So much for getting’ sober
Now I’m drunk on the winter wind, and we’re fallin’ over
(Up, up, up) Take the elevator
(Up, up, up) Take the elevator
Before the sun goes down / Before the sun goes down
Down there the devil, he wanna crush the light
But here in your arms we’re winnin’ the good fight
Let’s stay just a little longer above the street
Soon I’ll be off to soundcheck then,
we’ll get ‘em movin’ their feet to the beat
(Up, up, up) Take the elevator
(Up, up, up) Take the elevator
Before the sun goes down / Before the sun goes down
I wrote you a letter out upon the ledge
Spelled out in flower petals ‘My love won't end.’
And when I leave here there won’t be a day
that I ain’t thinkin’ about you, baby,
prayin’, ‘Lord, I’m goin’ down you gotta take me way up...'

+ MISS AMERICA

I met a girl last night
She said, ‘They call me Miss America
‘n I wear them stars and stripes
but for the right price,
oh yeah, I’ll be anything you like
Oh yeah, for the right price…’
She has to have her magazines to help her go to sleep
She said, ‘I used to run around Central Park,
but lately I’ve been feeling weak.
I’ll just grab somethin’ quick to eat
for the right price
Oh yeah, for the right price
And these cigarettes will be my death
if it ain’t this goddamn heat
and sometimes I don’t know who I am
I don’t act right,
but I will convince myself that it’s alright
Yeah, I will convince myself
that someone will save me from the night.'
Yeah, she’ll go missing for days
but nothing can shake her shame,
‘Too many have died in my name.’
But, man, you oughta see her face
The color of every race
She could’ve been an actress
She says, ‘I’d never lie about my past
But I will convince myself for the right price
Yeah, I will convince myself that it’s alright...
Yeah, I will convince myself someone’ll help...
Yes, I will convince myself…’

+ 536

Another Jennifer’s come undone
They don’t make ‘em like they used too, son
And what’s wrong with the world today
Nothin’ medication can’t take away
My old man is a rounder, yeah
His third wife’s on him to quit
He said, ‘Your mother spoiled you, kid,
now you’re the long shot that better hit.'
This is it, man, here I go
When you look for me try the radio
Don’t need your belief to leave 536
Tomorrow the world / Tonight Los Angeles…
Been stayin’ over near that ‘ol hotel
St. Theresa pickin’ up the bill
‘n it’s –a – makin’ my sister ill says,
‘You can’t even tie your shoes yourself. You need help…’
Well, this is it, man, here I go
When you look for me try the radio
Don’t need your belief to leave 536
Tomorrow the world / Tonight Los Angeles…
Now there’s a van right down the block
they listen in when T.J. and I talk
thought we were speakin’ in some kinda code:
Dorfler, Birnbaum, Richard Roma, ‘Probably the humour…’
Well, this is it, man, here I go
When you look for me try the radio
Another fix and it’s 536
Tomorrow the world / Tonight Los Angeles
Los Angeles, Los Angeles, Los Angeles…

+ SWEETHEART, I'M ONLY STOPPING TO START

Sweetheart, I’m wearin’ thin
Keep your tongue in it’s cage and catch your breath
What could anyone learn from a rich man’s son
Run, run, run / Run, run, run
Impossible to explain / Impossible to explain
Sweetheart, the river’s red
Jesus Christ, they think they’re your fisherman
Impossible to explain / Impossible to explain
Sweetheart, I’m only stopping to start
Yeah, I’ve seen love and love don’t look like that
No, it don’t look like that
I let a red rose girl wither in the sun
Now you know you’re not the chosen one
Impossible to explain / I was only sixteen
Sweetheart, I’m only stopping to start
Yeah, I’ve seen love and love don’t look like that
No, it don’t look like that

+ HOUSE ON FIRE

What happened to the blue sky from yesterday
It’s got a black eye and a swollen face
There’s a house on fire
There’s a house on fire
Carry the water to the house on fire
There are children there
Women and men
And we will pay for our sins
What happened to the blue sky
What happened to the blue sky
There’s a house on fire
There’s a house on fire
Will you carry the water to the house on fire
Will you carry the water to the house on fire

+ THE GREAT DEPRESSION

Tell the jury
Tell the rain
We’re going backwards
1933 has gone
Well, you got the facts wrong
Yeah, you got the facts wrong
I’m lookin’ for a train to take me home
cause it’s getting late,
and the great depression’s getting old
Much too old, much too old,
and we are so young now
They got nazi’s / Let us pray
cause we got the drive in
Hope kids don’t go sinnin'
I’m lookin’ for a way to get back home
Cause we will never change
I saw your picture on a phone
I’m lookin’ for a train to take me home
cause it’s getting late,
and the great depression’s getting old
Come out, come out,
there’s something to sing about
Come out, come out,
the Loch Ness Monster, the next election
Come out, come out,
there’s something to sing about
Come out, come out,
Willie Nelson, The resurrection