In a sense I'm old ideals
with slivered hands as trophy scars
relative to question marks,
I'll be set last, and It breaks my heart
Only ask if you can't really tell.
Throw away the reasoning you sell.
After all, we're all ideas.
In due time.
Always, the good get hell.
We're like run down motels.
Savor that you rest so silently,
I try, then ask myself..
What if I let go? Did I let go?
I'll try and catch myself
Only ask if you can't really tell
Promises you're keeping to yourself
After all, we're old ideas in a long line.
Always, the good get hell.
We're like run down motels.
Only ask if you can't really tell
I never thought it'd be the way it felt
After all, I was sure I'd won, what a good ride.
But only get the good get out of run down motels
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