Home On Time (Dog Gone)

Elaine

Beliefs

First single off the EP2 release. Ready to kiss winter goodbye? Seasonal preferences will align.

White Lady

Released on most digital services October 2020. 
Get the story behind the creation of the song https://www.workingclasshussys.com/members

The title of this song has a sort of double meaning. It was originally intended to phonetically spell out the name ‘Danny’ as if it were humorously pronounced by someone with an exaggeratedly thick, middle-American accent. It also suggests that the song is about a blood relative connected to me through genes, which makes sense because Danny was my uncle.

Here's the lyrics:
Maybe I’ll try to pretend
things have been fine since your death.
I still like to smile, and once in a while I do things that
pacify me ’til my blues are gone.
That’s what they mean by moving on.
Life comes disguised as a friend
who just lets us die in the end.
We grow attached to what doesn’t last. That’s the passive
aggressive way of the universe.
Years go by, souls fall and rise, but the fact is
everything ultimately is cursed.
Death is like being born in reverse. 
Sometimes at night I’ll lay frozen where I lie,
awake ’til I drift to a scene
where those who’ve died appear consciously alive
and pull me apart at my dreams.
I can not say what is real,
only the way something feels
when minding my own business, but notice some vestige
that suddenly brings it all back to me.
‘Like walking along when on comes a song, and I remember
shadows of long-gone realities.
Sadness can turn on those memories.
Those tears will dry, and one day it’s all behind us;
that’s what we like to believe,
but life is time spent between not being alive.
We’re not here, we’re here, then we leave.
I really have no defense
for not saying “bye” in the end.
That’s a regret I’ll live with the rest of my days here,
but self-pity’s not something we can touch.
I do my best to pay my respects to the places
everywhere with everything and everyone
that we shared, that we loved one time once…
-Things I ignored I see everyday
in physical forms and in picture frames.
There’s not too much more that I can say,
other than I miss you, DNA.

        © 2016
        WORDS AND MUSIC WRITTEN BY IAN PATRICK GENTLES

An original Alternative Rock band with a southern blend 🎶

Working Class Hussys