Got nowhere to go got this red red wine, in the mornin' I got nuthin not even the time. Sugar in my stomach, skin crawlin with grime, only one i'm holdin' is this $2.99. Take a walk Charles river, collapse on the bench, hey scumfuck get lost 'cause I can't stand yer stench. When you fuck up you're fucked up it's fucked, you got no luck, watch the suits roll in and the buzz get spent hey. Goin' nowhere in JFC square. Feel the night air in JFC. Catch a beat somethin' sweet but it's just a false start, got a lead on the street but I don't wanna party 'cause I'm feelin' old used to being alone, no one to talk to and nowhere to go. Too many numbers and no one to call, too many windows not open at all. Left onto Franklin and a right onto Aldie, I stare through the chainlink as the trains pass right by me.
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