Watched your thin lips and the words they were forming
You said it was a kind of love which wasn’t very comforting
There was a squirrel scratching at the window screen
You said think about it you know what I mean
I could sure use some sleep
Smoke detector went off in the neighbor’s house
You snatched up the sleeping cat and we all ran out
In the rain under a tree you lit up a cigarette
The cat scratched you got free what would you expect
Stars are misrepresenting
Your obvious intentions
Walking through the wet woods with the flashlight light
Formulating some words that were bound to incite
Stepping softly calling kitty in a quiet voice
Somehow in the distance I can hear the highway noise
I could sure use some sleep
You said there were always all of these impediments
The time you cut up my copy of the Little Prince
In a lot of ways I think that you’re probably right
There’s a certain way I see the world in a particular light
Stars are misrepresenting
Your obvious intentions
I try and confuse one emotion with another
But if there’s anything in this last year I’ve discovered
No matter how I twist and obfuscate the facts
There only ever one righteous path
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