This call and response is active.
Become a part of the scene.
This call and response has actually
Become apart at the seams.
Erase my time
Chasing yours.
Slamming doors of perception.
And I can't get you to open yours.
This call and response was passive,
But I can't pay her now.
She's bent over the sink.
This call and response is active.
I can't spay her now.
She's glistening.
It's possible to empathize,
Impossible with me.
I better be almost inaudible
And make you pay to see
That all those bags of bones
Won't get you nowhere but alone.
All those broken roads
Won't take you nowhere but alone.
All those sun bleached bones
Won't get you nowhere but alone.
And this time it's really fake.
This call and response is active,
The coughing up of flem.
This call and response has actually
Left my mouth bitter,
And you look like you taste it too.
This call and response is active.
Become a part of the scene.
This call and response has actually
Become repulsive. Become repulsed.
This call and response has actually
Become upholstery. Become a lame play on words.
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