Never knew I was in danger until I was almost in the clear,
The atmosphere like a private conversation I’m trying not to overhear.
Once I turned my head back there, looked directly in the camera.
All I felt was a fracture fading into ephemera.
I wasn’t fazed but my eyes glazed over.
Staring off into space, I know my placeholder.
If I’m nervous under the surface, I’m on the wrong side of the lens.
Happiness was too precious to be cradled in my hands.
So I held myself together, or at least I tried my best.
I felt like a worn out rubber band. Maybe that’s a bit of a stretch.
I wasn’t fazed but my eyes glazed over.
Staring off into space, I know my placeholder.
Eyes on the horizon, or home on the range.
All of these changes feel like more of the same.
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
Trippy psych-pop from the Madrid-based artist Yani Martinelli, available on a cassette that comes with “a small surprise.” Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 22, 2019