Everything unsaid, stacked in their boxes,
while the book without words writes itself.
And if hostility veils a weak consciousness,
then what does that say about this anger?
They say I'm Always Home,
compelled that I'm stuck home
So I can't be transient anymore, or lock jawed,
I'll write what I know and hold nothing back,
reach toward the orderly, infinite cosmos,
but fall back into my impermanent chaos:
That I'll water down, that I'll bundle up,
but whose grave's a dead forest around me,
to where I disappear sometimes, when I can't see myself,
cutting all over but never on my body.
You said I'm Always Home
Emotion can be wrong,
but emotion is all there is.
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