Felt 2 things as 1 when they collide. Sever the tether and I’m off to the side.
Saw myself spinning off course, caught between the back and the forth.
Mood swing set and we met in the middle. Centripetal force got me running in a circle.
A rut and a routine seem close, but It’s one or the other, you can be both.
There’s the way that I feel, a way I always felt I’ll never get over it, or under my belt.
I guess I feel normal, whatever that means. I’ve only felt what’s normal to me.
If I go thru the motions, I’ll retrace my steps in reverse.
If I have to wait it out, it’s not as bad as it sounds, it’s the only thing that works.
Face like a mountain, face it like you face a mirror,
If I go looking in, I'll still see myself right here.
The past is layered in phases we compared
to each other while we wonder where the moment disappeared.
If I was scared of the phase I was in, I was unprepared for the next phase to begin.
At the end of an era, on the edge of my seat, is my head in the clouds ‘cause I can’t feel my feet.
At the end of an era, on the tip of my toes, if I slip thru the grip, then I grasp as it goes.
My heart is a garden that the dark plays a part in, where you can bury your feelings and see what grows.
Ass out from under me face in the dirt, it doesn’t hurt until you become inert.
I’ll say all the things I said in reverse. I was saying nothing with a lot of words.
Face like a mountain, face it like you face a mirror,
If I go looking in, I'll still see myself right here.
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