I saw your childhood room in a dream
There were colored wigs scattered everywhere
And a picture of a pony on the wall
I watched you as your played solitaire
You hadn’t realized I was there
I was nervous to open up my mouth
Sunlight scattered like a puzzle on the floor
A sound I’d never heard before rang all through the house
Is there something wrong with everything I say
Does my ego always get in the way
Do I undermine the bridge that’s underfoot
Do I warrant such a skeptical look
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