Friday, July 24, 2020

“Place Like This” by Wingtip


     Wingtip is LA-based artist Nick Perloff-Gile. He is working toward the August 14 release of his album “All Your Friends Are Here.” Indie Obsessive is among the many fans of the single “Place Like This,” which will be the seventh of the eight songs of the album. Nick explains:
  “I've always loved the ‘American Gothic’ style of storytelling that folk and country songs do so well - songs about forgotten people stuck in a bad situation or trying to get out of one. A lot of my writing is fairly conversational and small-scale, but on this one I wanted to try to zoom out - to tell a story about hope and escape that felt really big.”

     While he is currently working in the LA area, Nick Perloff-Gile was raised in the San Francisco Bay Area.

     “Place Like This” by Wingtip


Lyrics of “Place Like This” by Wingtip
You should quit that job that you never liked
Tell your friends you're tired of going out every night
Come and meet me at dark
Don't tell anyone

We could keep on driving till we found somewhere
With so many new faces and love in the air
We won't have to go far
To find what we want

I spend all of my time
Staring at ceilings
Watching ‘em peeling
Never wondering why
I feel so defeated
Whether i need this

I'll be the driver
You'll be the getaway car
I'll be the lighter
You'll be the burns on my arm
I know it's hard in a place like this
Growing up somewhere that can't fit ya in

I'll be the pavement
You'll be the foot off the ground
I'll be the basement
You'll be the kids moving out
Running around like our parents did
I know it's hard in a place like this
I know it's hard in a place like this
I know it's hard
I know it's hard

You could fix that smile with some salt in your hair
New clothes and friends with some money to spare
We could go tonight
If that's what you want

When we run out of patience we'll go somewhere new
Find a town somewhere we can't pronounce the food
Watch the fading lights
From the restaurant

I spend all of my time
Staring at ceilings
Watching ‘em peeling
Never wondering why
I feel so defeated
Whether i need this

I'll be the driver
You'll be the getaway car
I'll be the lighter
You'll be the burns on my arm
I know it's hard in a place like this
Growing up somewhere that can't fit ya in

I'll be the pavement
You'll be the foot off the ground
I'll be the basement
You'll be the kids moving out
Running around like our parents did
I know it's hard in a place like this
I know it's hard in a place like this
I know it's hard
I know it's hard
I know it's hard in a place like this
I know it's hard
I know it's hard

You should quit that job that you never liked
Tell your friends you're tired of going out every night
Come and meet me at dark
Don't tell anyone

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