hey mitch.
there's your smile.
my pitch...
it's just your style.
it's all right.
we're getting older.
It's your life.
Mull it over.
Think it over.
My heart beat stalls.
Mull it over.
My gut free falls.
hey mitch,
the great foregoer.
it's your itch.
don't give over.
Think it over.
My heart beat stalls.
Mull it over.
My gut free falls.
Think it over as you need.
My heart beat stalls.
Mull it over while your free.
My gut free falls.
i would be foolish if i
didn't recount what was right.
you took me lame.
you shook me awake.
and after all those years i'd hide away.
strumming in basements at night,
unfamiliar faces alight,
left me brave.
you cleared my mistakes.
you placed your gravity inside my brain.
that's how i find myself today,
and how i know that i was changed.
i would be sorry if i
couldn't remember the life
i felt days
learning your ways.
you pressed your harmonies into my veins.
without you, i could not have stayed
the best that i can be today.
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