The photograph you keep by the light,
is only to be held by those who know their names,
it doesn't go away.
You disappeared, like a fire to the flood.
Left us here, in denial, just because.
You disappeared, like a fire to the flood.
There ain't nothing left for us.
The photograph you speak to at night,
when no one knows you're in pain, and you pray until it's dawn.
It doesn't go away.
You disappeared, like a fire to the flood.
Left us here, in denial, just because.
You disappeared, like a fire to the flood.
There ain't nothing left for us.
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