Time spans of my lover’s hands, capturing sands, grain after grain, instead of thought after thought. Now you understand, you are under sands, their mouth their time, you got no more chances in the middle east/beast in the middle east/peace in the middle east/beast in the Middle East man. The bottled-up torso felt the same way the other dealt with ambiguities, disjointed amoral message. Now you understand you are under sands, their mouth, their time; you got no more chances, in the middle east/beast in the middle east/peace in the middle east/beast in the Middle East man. Time spans of the stone & sand, the meeting of a man, thought after thought, instead of chasing those grains. . Now you understand you are under sands, their mouth, their time; you got no more chances, in the middle east/beast in the middle east/peace in the middle east/beast in the Middle East man.
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