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A Little Luck

by Golda

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Summer 04:00
Summer I’m falling through the ceiling, man, I’m back here again. I’m not sure what I want more: to be you or your girlfriend. But I’m breathing in your lyrics and I’m standing in the rain. Howling from the back row, I’m singing out your pain. CHORUS: Well it’s summer. I’m at your show again. Time moves easily. And I dream in a melody. In summer I feel alive again. I move without a little shove And the heat feels like love. Jessica, she says, “Hey, Adam’s chunky again.” We always loved you more like this ’cause you seem like our friend. Looking like a rock star – it means nothing to us. We’re true believers with a 25-year crush. CHORUS Miriam, she says, “He’s like a Hebrew school misfit.” And we picture you like we were, trying hard just to exist. Yeah. It feels so real to us, like a buried memory. And then it all crashes and we’re lost in reverie. I don’t know where I’d be If I didn’t live with them, they’re songs swirling. I don’t know ’cause what I want is always fading, Never sure of what I’m making, I’m just standing here shaking. CHORUS Look up girls, I say, “Those clouds are coming so near.” Then we hear your voice break and it brings us to tears. I say, “It’s gonna rain and I fear Jones Beach will wash away.” Summer’s almost gone. We’re not kids anyway. CHORUS © Golda 2017. All rights reserved.
Secret Girl 03:43
Secret Girl You don’t seem to understand The situation that we’re in. Holding my hand on seventh street And dropping it on Lexington People know more than you think they do. They can see it in our eyes. Got a good thing going in the dark. Our silence bides us time. CHORUS: I should be your secret girl Spending time in your secret world Just tryin’ to have a little fun Ain’t tryin’ to be your number one. Was simpler back when we were friends Feeling safe in our flirtation. Guilt didn’t hound our every move. Could be myself; no reservations. I’d hang on your every word Your drunken tales. My little fables. Wanted you more than I let on. Wouldn’t say no to you. I wasn’t able. CHORUS I wonder when I became so mean So little and thoughtless I could scream Can’t be kept, I’m sure you know I’m touched that you want me It’d be better if I go. Knowing looks, we’re thick as thieves, Conspirators, kept undercover. We can’t get too comfortable Looking over each other’s shoulders But every time you take my arm And promise me we’ll make this work. You say, pleasure shouldn’t cause alarm. And what she doesn’t know won’t hurt. CHORUS 2X © Golda 2017. All rights reserved.
Dragging You Along I’m in a kinda panic that I’ve taken you for granted And I know that you might feel a bit misled But I love you beyond meaning and this isn’t what it’s seeming I just can’t seem to get out of my head. When I met you I was stable, competent, and able The kind of girl you bring home to your mom. But lately I’ve been feeling like I’m having trouble dealing And I hate that I’ve been dragging you along. CHORUS: Can’t you see You mean more than the moon and stars to me? If you listen hard you’ll hear what I can’t say But I appreciate you loving me this way Still get dressed in the morning, singing songs as they are forming But these little tunes have become so distracting. It’s a problem that I’m solving though I seem to be devolving And I hate to think of how I’ve been acting. There’s a pressure that I’m under when the words come like thunder And the melodies fall softly into song. Oh, I know I’ve been quite mental, but please, honey, be gentle. I still hate that I’ve been dragging you along. CHORUS Someday there’ll just be embers of the fires we remember And now will be like seconds, nothing more. So can you help me through it? Don’t tell me that I blew it. Leave me here but never close the door. Haven’t seen me much lately, though you take it so sedately You know you’re always where I belong. So don’t ever doubt my love; you’re still the one I’m dreaming of. But I hate that I’ve been dragging you along. CHORUS 2X © Golda 2017. All rights reserved.
The Hunter and the Deer I tell myself it’s over. You’re not good for me. I know. But I forget again and again and now I’m driving through the snow. Can see these barren trees by day, but at night they disappear. I thought that I would lead the way and draw you out of here. And yet I feel like I’m the prey: you’re the forest, I’m the deer. This affair is so uncivilized and I want to be unbound. I tell myself it’s time to leave just as you come back around. Your good time is for lunatics. It’s bedlam when you’re near. But this power you have over me as you whisper in my ear — It can stop me in my tracks to see: you’re the headlights, I’m the deer. I thought I had you all wrapped up around my little finger. I thought that I would count you in — you’re the band, and I’m the singer. But my friends all say that it’s so clear you’ve played this game before. And I’d be a fool to let you in when you’re prowling ’round my door. There’s a pleasure in this weariness that wraps around each morning. But my better angels tell me that they’ve given me fair warning. I’m caught up in your little traps but I never shed a tear. I know these feet can run so fast and these hands know how to steer. But I’m no match for what you’ve got: you’re the hunter, I’m the deer. © Golda 2017. All rights reserved.
A Little Luck I know that something weird’s going on ’cause I’ve been walking around With relics in my pocket, like a pilgrim’s lost and found. These bits of bone and sinew can’t help me anyway. But I thought that with a little luck they might just make you stay. CHORUS: But you don’t love me like you used to and I wish it weren’t so. I don’t have you like I used to and I need to let you go. Can’t be waiting for the day when you decide to stay. You don’t love me like you used to and it’s time I made my way. It feels like there’s an earthquake coming though I think with a little force I can stop the ground from shifting down and changing up my course. And though the crust is clearly crumbling and the towers are at my feet I still think with a little luck you’re coming back to me. CHORUS Whenever I reach out to you you still come on command. But every time you go I feel like I don’t know where I stand. Can’t tell if it’s in the end for us or it’s the end for me. But I hope that with a little luck you might just set me free. CHORUS Some good fortune would be fine but it turns upon a dime And it turns again in kind. A little luck won’t do no harm feels like calm inside the storm But it never last for long. © Golda 2017. All rights reserved.
I Come Alive 03:41
I Come Alive I try to focus on each task So at work they never ask Where my mind has been all day. (It wanders back to you this way.) It’s a common enough condition — Spending hours hoping and wishing. Feels a little self destructive — But this feeling’s so seductive. CHORUS: I come alive when I’m with you Even though I’m not supposed to. Won’t depend on it or you. I come alive when I’m with you. If I had a different look Would that be what it took? If I knew what to say, knew how to act Would this dream become a fact? And if I floated like a feather If I got my act together If I made myself just right Would you stay with me tonight? CHORUS Draw a picture for me, babe. Sculpt me out of mud and clay. Sing a song (don’t sing too fast). Somehow I know that this won’t last. I know I play at being cheery But I’m broken down and weary. I’m no good at being strong. I stretch these moments out too long. Please don’t hear my beating heart. Please don’t see my wounds and scars. Please don’t say you’re sorry, dear. It hurts a little to be this near. CHORUS 2X © Golda 2017. All rights reserved.
The Waves 05:06
The Waves We’re floating once again as the waves keep crashing in. Enveloped by the ocean and the beach’s happy din. I’d gladly spend the week with you if that’s what you’re askin’. And tonight we’ll roll in bed with the waves under our skin. CHORUS: Oh when I go to sleep tonight I’ll feel the waves, feel the waves. Oh dreaming as you hold me tight I’ll feel the waves, feel the waves. The ocean rocks me just like this I feel the waves, feel the waves. I never want to lose this bliss. You say I’m good at frolicking, but you don’t know the half. Been in love with the Atlantic since I was knee-high to your calf. And I’d gladly paddle out with you on the flimsiest of rafts. If you promised we could stay here never turn ’round and go back. CHORUS It feels a little silly to be this much in love. Drank enough sangria to fill our hotel tub. And I’d gladly smoke a joint with you behind these dunes and scrub. Though it’s clear that you’ve become my very favorite drug. CHORUS Well, every adventure meets its end. And I’d like to think we’ll come here again. But what I know for sure is we’ll always have These memories written in the sand. The summer’s slipping by. I’m so glad we found this place. It’s our consolation prize for losing the rat race. And I’d gladly take this undertow and the sunlight on your face For the subway’s rumbling moan and our frantic city pace. CHORUS © Golda 2017. All rights reserved.


Golda's new album, “A Little Luck,” showcases both her smooth, alto voice and her willingness to approach traditional musical themes from nontraditional angles. On “Summer,” Golda takes on the aging rockstar trope from the perspective of an adoring fan. On “Secret Girl,” she embodies the difficulty of being “the other woman” who has no desire to disrupt anyone else’s life. On “I Come Alive“, she addresses the pain and sweetness of an ongoing crush. On “The Waves,” music and lyrics combine perfectly to give you the feeling of being on vacation, in love, and probably a little drunk.

Her singing and songwriting have been compared to Joan Osborne, Jenny Lewis and Lucinda Williams.


released May 16, 2017

All songs written and performed by Golda
Produced, mixed and mastered by Tony Calabro
Recorded at Astoria Park Recording


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Golda New York

Golda is a singer/songwriter/bassist from Astoria, Queens, NYC.

She's known for her thought-provoking lyrics, melodic hooks, and warm alto voice.

If you like Jenny Lewis, Joan Osborne or Lucinda Williams, you will love Golda.
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