I should’ve lent a friend
But I was trying to find a pen
Sure it was crazy
And I came off shady
But I wanted to work on lyrics
I had it in my head that there was just the slightest chance
That I might have died in a car wreck
And/or drowned myself in shallow water
All on the following weekend.
You made it clear as spit.
More than you would admit.
You made it so it couldn’t have been more obvious that I was in your pocket.
You’re addicted to never knowing when to quit.
And I’m addicted to reminiscing about nothing but terrible shit.
James Smith's latest release as Good Good Blood is a trippy acid-folk soundtrack for uncertain times, interwoven with wonder and longing. Bandcamp New & Notable May 6, 2020