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title: "Goodness Gracious"

meaning: "FEiN Little Homes marriage panic: Popsicle stick house, bullshit confidence, macaroni art from France: goodness gracious, is this how I die?"

year: 2016
release: "Little Homes"
releaseType: "album"

artist: "FEiN"
artistId: "#fein"

coWriters: ["Brandon Michael Woodward"]
credits: "Written by Luke Francis Walton and Brandon Michael Woodward (FEiN). Produced and recorded by FEiN at Tiny Giant; engineered at LMU; mixed and mastered by Frank Rosato at Woodcliff (Discogs). Brian Robert Jones, bass (album)."

spotify: "https://open.spotify.com/album/2xWtW9VwcaoHkS7FnIJfaQ"
apple: "https://music.apple.com/us/album/goodness-gracious/1111956961?i=1111956970"

themes: ["FEiN", "Little Homes", "marriage", "anxiety", "satire", "2016"]

isrc: QZ2QB1600006
isrcSource: soundexchange
lyrics: |
  I will work every day
  So I can keep our Popsicle stick house
  F
  rom falling into funny pieces on the couch.
  I will provide a sense of bullshit confidence,
  So then can you pretend I'm someone you believe in.
  In your friend's hall
  you'll be
  Admiring macaroni art.
  They had commissioned on sabbatical in France.
  You'll poke and prod at me,
  Till I believe we're ready to make life.
  But why did you decide I'm someone you believe in.

  Goodness gracious
  Hearts not be
  ating
  Goodness gra
  cious
  Lungs not breathing
  Goodness gracious
  Is this how I die?

  You might find me one day,
  Slaving away and freaking the hell out.
  It happens time to time,
  I don't know why or how.
  I can't provide a sense of bullshit confidence,
  So then will you decide I'm not one to believe in.

  Goodness gracious
  Hearts nat beaating
  Goodness gracious
  Lungs not breathing
  Goodness gracious
  Is this how I die?

  I, i
  f I only knew
  How my grave ending would hurt you
  I, woulda been strong, stronger
  like a
  Reinforced Lincoln Log home out in the snooooooow

  Goodness gracious

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Track six on [*Little Homes*](/albums/little-homes-fein/) (**May 31, 2016**), after [*#Grownupz*](/songs/grownupz/). Walton/Woodward co-write. The marriage as a structure that might not hold the weight, with a panic attack for a chorus: *goodness gracious, is this how I die?*

The whole house is built from craft supplies. The narrator works to keep their *Popsicle stick house from falling into funny pieces on the couch* and offers, in the song's sharpest line, *a sense of bullshit confidence / so then can you pretend I'm someone you believe in.* Belief here is a performance both sides agree to: she poses him in front of friends and *macaroni art they had commissioned on sabbatical in France*, then prods him toward children. When the confidence runs out in verse two, so does the belief. The bridge upgrades the metaphor without fixing it, imagining a *reinforced Lincoln Log home out in the snow*, a sturdier toy house but a toy house all the same.

Pairs with [*Girl You Can't Hide It*](/songs/girl-you-cant-hide-it/) as the LP's marital diptych, and runs opposite [*#Grownupz*](/songs/grownupz/). Leads into [*Creatures*](/songs/creatures/).

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