Geometrist

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Paying supporters also get unlimited streaming via the free Bandcamp app. Get yourself together you’ve got blood upon your hands but time as wellBut never did you think to turn them over, read the stories that they tellAnd little did you know, that allThe people that you’ve known, they’re allSeeds that you had sown, last fallTo pierce the spring time snowScream your little heart out, you’ve forgotten how it feels to let it go From years of playing victim to the rise and fall of tides without control But little did you know, this allWas never possible, withoutThose moments in the throws, when allYou heard was your echoAnd when the sun comes shining on my face I know that I’m just the luckiest oneTo be alive and to be whole, to be in one piece, I know I’m just the luckiest son of a gunSo run like you’ve forgotten how it feels to hear them calling you back home And make your fort inside the ramparts of the iridescent cosmic glow Cause little you will feel, but dustUnderneath your heels, and trustYour feet will never fail, as you runCloser to the sunAnd when that sun comes shining on my face I know I’m just the luckiest oneTo be alive and to be whole to be in one piece I know I’m just the luckiest son of a gun I dream of CaliforniaThe place where you reside I dream of layin before ya And watching my smile grow, in the reflection in your eyesI dream of running to youAnd grabbing your handThrowing you on the back of my motorbike And travelin across this landBut I knowThat I had my chanceI just hopeThat you’ll understandThat I still dream of CaliforniaI dream of running to youAnd showing up outside your stepAnd having you throw your arms around me And telling me that it don’t matterDon’t matter where I beenBut I knowThat I had my chance I just hopeThat you’ll understandIn any other setting,In any other time,In any other place,I would’ve made you mine, And you would still be watching how your face lights upIn the reflection of my eyes We sat in sun, we exchanged hellosI asked her, “do you want to go?” Cause I’ve got time, and you’ve got style And we could sit for a little whileTell me all the things you knowThen tell me all the things you don’t Cause you’ve got style, I’ve got timeTo soak up all that’s on your mindCause I ain’t yours, and baby I know that But in some time, I’m gonna change that factHere’s something I can believe inBut for now I’ll just be dreamingShe’s got me wondering, just what is it she does That’s got me stuttering, and ties my stomach in knotsWe stood outside, we were blowing smokeI asked her, “do you wanna go?”Cause I got time, and you got movesBut I don’t wanna dance, just wanna talk to you Let’s go inside, I’ll buy you a drinkIf you tell me all that you really think Cause you got moves, and I’ve got time To pursuade you, that you should be mineBut you ain’t mine, and baby I know thatBut in some time, I’m gonna change that factHere’s something I can believe inBut for now I’ll just be dreamingShe’s got me wondering, just what is it she does That’s got me stuttering, and ties my stomach in knotsIt’s such a beautiful feeling It’s such a terrible feeling It’s such a wonderful feeling It’s such a horrible feeling It’s such a sexy feelingIt’s such a wicked feeling Such a familiar feeling...Here’s something I can believe inBut for now I’ll just be dreamingShe’s got me wondering, just what is it she does That’s got me stuttering, and ties my stomach in knotsShe’s got me wondering, just what is it that she Does while I’m wondering, if she’s thinking bout me With your lips red like match heads, my eyes crying keroseneYou polished the hatchet in the sweat of a fever dreamI’ve been waiting up for you, running around in your nameThough the difference in volume you know it came through just the sameMy eyes red like sunset, my heart like a glass balloonWell I want to go home now but they said it’d be over soon I’ve been waking up for you, the tossing and turning won’t pass Said the weight’s in the journey, if you count on making it backOh I’m drowning againThe sparks from the fire all filled to the brim And oh, when it starts to dimYour kerosene kisses are keeping it litYour ribs just a casket for a heart that’s been buried alive Your insides been crying to be released back to the light And although I’m screaming, the gust from my wailJust a ghost through the holes in your sailOh I’m drowning againThe sparks from the fire all filled to the brim And oh, when it starts to dimYour kerosene kisses are keeping it litYour ribs just a casket for a heart that’s been buried alive Your insides been crying to be released back to the light And although I’m screaming, the gust from my wailJust a ghost through the holes in your sailYour mind’s been a tyrant, boot heel in the jaw of your loveMy heartbreak a thunder clap down from the heavens aboveI’ve been tearing out pages and throwing them into the windSaid the weight’s in the journey if you remember where you’ve beenYour lips locked like safeties, the trigger awaiting releaseYour sigh spitting gunpowder out through the cracks in your teeth I’ve been screaming out for you, each word just an axe in the log Cause the louder I’m yelling the sooner that you’ll be goneYour ribs just a casket for a heart that’s been buried alive Your insides been crying to be released back to the light And although I’m screaming, the gust from my wailJust a ghost through the holes in your sail She came downstairs, asking “do I look alright?”Said “Do you think that I could fool somebody into loving me tonight?” She gets a “yes” she said “Okay, I think that’s all that I need”Now I can feel her from across the bar with those eyes tearing through meLet’s go stretch our lungs out to some Modest Mouse inside the car Let’s not go back to the barI’ve had about all I can take of this charade, we’re not that far Let’s not go back to the barThey got together for a drink, something bout old time friendsBut spending all their time trying not to remember it’s the only time they ever spend And it’s all laughing it’s all easy, fun and games til the morning comesBut they’re strangers in the daylight, afraid to see each other in the sunLet’s go stretch our lungs out to some Modest Mouse inside the car Let’s not go back to the barI’ve had about all I can take of this charade, we’re not that far Let’s not go back to the bar I wake up crawling in my skin Coughing smoke and pissing ginIn the middle of the nightI get to thinking real hardAbout what I’ve done wrongAnd not what I’ve done rightMy head spinning with the fanTo race the shaking in my handsAnd as I rub my eyes, I realizeI don’t know where I amI don’t know who I’m with or how I’m aliveAnd I feel roughThe fire deep inside your eyes Was always good at telling lies But your lips beat it to the punch My mind was swimming in the gutter Through the stammer and the stutter Your words were eloquently blunt With every twist and turn and flicker My heart beating ever quicker You’re a firefly at noonMy hand with mason jar a-swinging When empty only good for drinking When dry I’ll set out for youAnd I’ll feel rough We sang a song to cut everybody in lineWe stole from out the steward’s cart got drunk on wine She talked about the times to come and seeing sights And when I landed I was feeling drunk and I felt so aliveOur eyes were wide throughout our golden city tourWe walked around like you were mine and I was yoursWe made love in the sheets of wind that swept your porch Then I left you alone when I was scared to face the pain in storeWe raced along the highway in the drunken nightYour cocaine eyes reflected all the city lightsWe sang the words never, never with all our mightThe question still remains would I have died a happy man that nightI was just as sad as I ever wasWaking to the afternoon sun aboveThe feeling of aloneness twisting up my gutsAnd knowing that I’m halfway round the world from everyone I loveWe drank and laughed in music and the winter sunThen climbed the hills to get away from everyoneWe sat in your apartment, there was nothing onSo we smoked cigarettes until the weight of life was lifted offWe watched him make the words up as they came to himA story jumping off his caffeinated lipsA crowd that whooped and hollered on the hot pavementI checked your watch said ‘fuck it’ I’m okay with being late againWe clocked 2000 miles across the whole countryThen everybody left to see their familiesAnd I would walk the streets alone quite thoughtlesslyAnd smile to think that folks across the globe just might’ve thought of meI was just as happy as I ever wasStaring through the window on a crowded busLooking to the sun poking through the dustAnd knowing that its rays are warming each and every one of us(And since then I have always been trying, to recapture that feeling of flying)I was just as happy as I ever wasStaring through the window on a crowded bus I’ve been tearing up my mind as I run through Searching for something newSomething with a purpose, worth it, that I can hold ontoNever do I find that something newSearching for the truthMaybe I’ve found in the ground I can finally be of useOh well, I’m better off deadI’ll melt into the ground to keep the green grass fed And let the maggots make a home out of my headOh well, I’m better off deadI’ll melt into the ground to make the brown cow’s bed And let them maggots make a home out of my headAnd I’ll be tearing up the dirt as I turn Conversing with the wormsThankful I wasn’t sent to burnAnd I’ll have found inside a box life ain’t so bad Pondering the words upon my epitaphA short sweet poem of a life too quickly passedOh well, I’m better off deadI’ll melt into the ground to keep the green grass fed And let the maggots make a home out of my headOh well, I’m better off deadI’ll melt into the ground to make the brown cow’s bed And let them maggots make a mansion out of my headFinally I’ll be sure, I’ve found worth, inside the earth Finally I will sleep, sound in peace, feeding the trees Finally I’ll find home, down below, to give my soul Baby I’ve found home, down below, to give, to grow I’ve been sleeping on the ground where it’s nice and warm A nice way of saying that I feel a kinship with the floor I’m rich in the mind, but brother that don’t mean I’m not poor So you could say I’m just a foolSo you could say that I’m just a foolCup of coffee taking lessons from my cigaretteI’ve got a book full of songs looking more like empty threats And I spent up all my money while deciding where to place my bets So you could say that I’m just a foolI get to wailing and gnashing my teethShowing them to strangers and people I meet Amusing the children of terrified parents I meet on the street And they all say I’m just a foolI get to feeling kind of highMy eyes a shining, affixed on the skyAs all the chaos and tumult and bedlam go drifting on by So you could say that I’m just a foolI wish this house would burn to the ground Give me a good excuse to up and leave this town Spin the globe and decide where to settle down Then they’d tell me I’m just a foolI think my mind ran away with my trust They took off laughing leaving me in the dust Now tell me brother, do you think that’s just Or would you tell me I’m just a fool she told me how, she told me how she hates the rain She told me how, she told me how she hates the rain And I said babe, I said babe just you waitIt’s only April right now, wait til MayIt’s always raining, it’s always raining outside Is it still raining, Is it still raining outside?I told her I, I told her I don’t mind the rainI told her I, I told her I don’t mind the rainShe said “you’re crazy”, I asked “what’s love without pain?” She said “I’ve never known either, to me they’re all the same”It’s always raining, it’s always raining outside Is it still raining, is it still raining outside?It’s always raining, it’s always raining outside Is it still raining, is it still raining outside? about Ain t Comin Down is the second release by Geometrist, and our debut full length. This album was two years in the making, and we couldn t be happier to share it with you!Associate Engineer - Jason Perfetto Mastered at Interlace Audio by Kris Crummett Produced by Jay Deluca and Geometrist thebearsdenstudio.com www.interlaceaudio.com Photography by Marie Sullivan and Jake Capistran Artwork by Marie Sullivan Special thanks to: Jesse Garcia and MixOne Studios Bryce Buchanan - Geomehedron Max Rogers Friends and family Buddy the dog Geometrist came to fruition in the sweaty depths of a booze-soaked basement in Allston, MA. The self-proclaimed “weird” district of Boston served to be the perfect home for Geometrist to begin shaping their sound in late 2012. They have been creating folk-inspired indie-rock music together, and storming the Boston music scene with their brand of rock ever since. ...more Avi Buffalo had a hand in producing this cassette of Lowpines serene, self-described Lo-fi-Anglo-Americana pop songs. Bandcamp New Notable Feb 28, 2016 Stevenson s out-of-print sophomore album will be reissued with a special edition double vinyl LP. Bandcamp New Notable Jul 24, 2020 Adult Mom and Laura Stevenson take on each other s songs ahead of their joint tour on a charming two-track EP. Bandcamp New Notable Nov 27, 2019 Gorgeous indie folk from Laura Stevenson glows with intimacy and warmth. Bandcamp New Notable Mar 15, 2019 The proceeds from Laura Stevenson’s stark, moving new single benefit Safe Horizon, dedicated to empowering victims of abuse. Bandcamp New Notable Dec 26, 2018 With “In Silver Halides,” Lowpines have created a collection of rich, textured, deeply-felt rock songs abounding in small sonic details. Bandcamp New Notable Feb 26, 2018 Moody and moving, Good Good Blood’s “Son of a Gun” has a richness and breadth that belies its home-recording roots. Bandcamp New Notable Oct 30, 2017 Split Single’s Jason Narducy and the Rock n’Roll Hall of Mirrors Chastity Belt on Bro-Trolling and Growing Up (Sort Of)

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Geometrist Geometrist came to fruition in the sweaty depths of a booze-soaked basement in Allston, MA. The self-proclaimed “weird” district of Boston served to be the perfect home for Geometrist to begin shaping their sound in late 2012. They have been creating folk-inspired indie-rock music together, and storming the Boston music scene with their brand of rock ever since. Ain&#39;t Comin&#39; Down, released 28 April 2015 1. Son of A Gun 2. California 3. Hellos 4. Kerosene 5. Interlude 6. Modest Mouse 7. Rough 8. Bus Window 9. Better Off Dead 10. Just a Fool 11. Rain Ain&#39;t Comin&#39; Down is the second release by Geometrist, and our debut full length. This album was two years in the making, and we couldn&#39;t be happier to share it with you!

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