Good Life Video (MV)
Performed By: Aubrey Friesner
Featuring: Frank Babic, Georg Feil, Jason Hynes, Marco Ferrao, Sonny Bell
Language: English
Length: 7:47
Written by: Jack Reardon, Jean Broussolle, Alexandre Sacha Distel
Aubrey Friesner - Good Life Lyrics
Verse 1
New York, mid-December
Grey skies, overhead
Junkies in the alleyway
Bodies strewn, here and there, left for dead
C young man's kids have empty bellies
Haven't had a meal, not a single bite in one too many days
Cnd he hasn't had a job, can't make a living
In about 25 or thirty weeks.
Verse 2
He knows that times are hard, that's for sure
But he also knows damn well that he's not dead
Chin up, shoulders back, chest out, hold your stomach in
Keep your eyes straight to the front, they're blue skies ahead.
(You've got to)
Keep it together for tomorrow your glass will be half full
Keep on hoping, keep on moving, keep your head screwed on man,
For tomorrow - will be a brighter day!
Chorus
You've got to get up, drive yourself, get outta bed
Look to tomorrow, the good life, is up ahead!
Don't let the past, frustrate you, or hold you down
Go chase your dreams now, the good life, is comin' round!
[Repeat Bridge 1]
Verse 3
Grey skies don't mean a God damn thing
When all you've got to do is use your brain
Look to the good times just 'round the corner (man)
Cnd get your beat down ass out of bed.
Reach up, reach high, reach for the sky!
Find your strength in what gets you through the day.
You'll feed your family, put a roof up over their heads.
Look to tomorrow, tomorrow is gonna to come!
Repeat Verse 3
Chorus
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English
Verse 1
New York, mid-December
Grey skies, overhead
Junkies in the alleyway
Bodies strewn, here and there, left for dead
C young man's kids have empty bellies
Haven't had a meal, not a single bite in one too many days
Cnd he hasn't had a job, can't make a living
In about 25 or thirty weeks.
Verse 2
He knows that times are hard, that's for sure
But he also knows damn well that he's not dead
Chin up, shoulders back, chest out, hold your stomach in
Keep your eyes straight to the front, they're blue skies ahead.
(You've got to)
Keep it together for tomorrow your glass will be half full
Keep on hoping, keep on moving, keep your head screwed on man,
For tomorrow - will be a brighter day!
Chorus
You've got to get up, drive yourself, get outta bed
Look to tomorrow, the good life, is up ahead!
Don't let the past, frustrate you, or hold you down
Go chase your dreams now, the good life, is comin' round!
[Repeat Bridge 1]
Verse 3
Grey skies don't mean a God damn thing
When all you've got to do is use your brain
Look to the good times just 'round the corner (man)
Cnd get your beat down ass out of bed.
Reach up, reach high, reach for the sky!
Find your strength in what gets you through the day.
You'll feed your family, put a roof up over their heads.
Look to tomorrow, tomorrow is gonna to come!
Repeat Verse 3
Chorus
New York, mid-December
Grey skies, overhead
Junkies in the alleyway
Bodies strewn, here and there, left for dead
C young man's kids have empty bellies
Haven't had a meal, not a single bite in one too many days
Cnd he hasn't had a job, can't make a living
In about 25 or thirty weeks.
Verse 2
He knows that times are hard, that's for sure
But he also knows damn well that he's not dead
Chin up, shoulders back, chest out, hold your stomach in
Keep your eyes straight to the front, they're blue skies ahead.
(You've got to)
Keep it together for tomorrow your glass will be half full
Keep on hoping, keep on moving, keep your head screwed on man,
For tomorrow - will be a brighter day!
Chorus
You've got to get up, drive yourself, get outta bed
Look to tomorrow, the good life, is up ahead!
Don't let the past, frustrate you, or hold you down
Go chase your dreams now, the good life, is comin' round!
[Repeat Bridge 1]
Verse 3
Grey skies don't mean a God damn thing
When all you've got to do is use your brain
Look to the good times just 'round the corner (man)
Cnd get your beat down ass out of bed.
Reach up, reach high, reach for the sky!
Find your strength in what gets you through the day.
You'll feed your family, put a roof up over their heads.
Look to tomorrow, tomorrow is gonna to come!
Repeat Verse 3
Chorus
Writer: Jack Reardon, Jean Broussolle, Alexandre Sacha Distel
Copyright: Lyrics © Kanjian Music, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, PROSADIS, O/B/O DistroKid, Capitol CMG Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.
Copyright: Lyrics © Kanjian Music, BMG Rights Management, Universal Music Publishing Group, PROSADIS, O/B/O DistroKid, Capitol CMG Publishing, Songtrust Ave, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner Chappell Music, Inc.