first month of the year
and tonight were burning souls
the ghosts that linger here are all fucking screaming
the distance between you and where you wish that you could be
is a never ending road your eyes are begging just to see
millions of words and your never sure of what to hold on too
i got miles of maps but I lost track last year
the effects in sight despite all that you've tried
may well work to destroy you
embrace your attempts, collect, respect your life
and that lost sense of being free
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