We will not be sweet about it anymore
It's like scratching at, tearing, dropping knees to a wall
But the salt will eventually eat away the stone
The sea admired for its allure strangles and swallows too
You may not see it
But we will feel it
The toughest parts - my tongue, bones and teeth
Kinetic with fear in the pit of me
I'm told that fury will fade to defeat
and I'll fill up the spaces with what is easy
In place of what we stood for
In place of what we need
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