Bits of broken glass align the road in such a way that
it almost seems as if this accident was poetic justice but
I’ll still try to justify the things you say;
you are asleep at the wheel piloting the ones you love.
Another waste of time, another bite of time to unfold, and nothing to try.
The weight and size of yr globe is slowly but surely starting to kill me.
It seems like locality has been a curse to me.
I’m not trying to judge
I’m trying to stay in love
with a situation I can’t get out of.
As your car door gets crushed,
as hot blood coats my lungs,
I’ll realize this was exactly what I wanted.
Spat a sorry breath about how things haven’t been how they’ve been.
I can feel the weight of my spine.
But this is how it's been and how it will be,
the list goes on, the list goes on and on and on and on.
There’s a soundtrack to my downfall
in the backseat of my car.
There’s a mistake
in every encounter I’ve ever had.
There’s a tremble
every single time you try to reach out,
but can you hear me now?
Can you hear me now?
I’ll keep telling you I’m fine.
I know it’s gonna take some time
but somewhere down the line we’ll all be fine.
From the first deadened cowbell to the last dissonant guitar interval, Dutch quartet Geo's new record is shaped for impact. Bandcamp Album of the Day Apr 25, 2024