i don't know when we split off,
where you were that day of loss.
what do you now think of us
coming back from zambia?
maxwell,
i wish i knew you more.
you always found the chords.
and when we wanted to record..
nothing captures you as well
as the song you kept to yourself.
all that feeling underneath.
how i yearn to hear you speak.
tell me how you came to be
and the paths laid at your feet.
i am open. i am fee.
maxwell,
now that i think of it...
movie poster grid...
roulette of chores fixed to the fridge.
you were more than i could hold,
truth be fragile, truth be told.
as i spend more time alone,
there's so much space you could have known
i'm sure the day is drawing near
when someone catches me in tears
while i'm listening through your ears.
i don't know so cyclically
where you are, how you might be.
what do you now think of me,
someone trapped in history?
Moody and moving, Good Good Blood’s “Son of a Gun” has a richness and breadth that belies its home-recording roots. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 30, 2017