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Geography Cones

by Get Him Eat Him

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Raise a toast Two brightly colored envelopes A way to show What you've been saying since you said hello He knows He's waiting to go To the room where he took off your clothes You won't let it go When your mother walked in on a sad display She saw him hard over you and she walked away You won't put it down She's reading the letter she left you aloud Ready to face the faceless crowd Swallow your fingers and furro
One Word 03:12
Take me home There's no one I know Suffered to stay low Haircuts and halos Set apart and spent Take a hand fit to shake A cigarette break A minor mistake Tonight was a neon sign with the last letter missing A neighborhood (tied to / done in by) one word An all-night diner closed at a quarter to twelve A cat call called out of a cash hotel Cut loose, and set up for a sinking spell Six miles sick with a city smell It died tonight Shaking oh no I set up the show I set my sights low Texas and talk shows Better off in bed Make a silent spit take A fidgety fake I'm lying awake
Cut up and called away Cacaphonously played You wound me up I said I would never be your apologist I'm sorry but I've got something to say I'm just a bit frustrated I know you're smart You know your part But you don't know what to say I watched you part Then I got hard And couldn't stand up straight And tomorrow I'll be longing But today belongs to me And this settlement is so unsettling But I can't get sentimental over you A subtle double-play You play me for a fool And you play dead I said I would never say anything It's alright I've got nothing to say I've waited and I've waited And I said it I said what you wouldn't say you knew that I would say When I hear my train a'coming I'm gonna tie you to the tracks I can't wait
My feet were fumbling And I couldn't step in time And the time was moving so slow I was outside of what I saw I was on the right side of the law I was lost inside a show I lost the right to let this Go away you'll never know the way To overcome your flawless face And (outgrow your gawkish grace / forget these final days) But I'm not not nervous now I was stumbling And I had no sense of time But I was so intent on something You were so unkind You were off-hand fit and refined You were fine You were finally okay I finally got my chance
One more cup of coffee I'm cutting out faster I'm walking in circles Watch the surface tension rise Far past a quarter to five Five minutes now and I'm a mess A second guess, unsympathetic, stressed, obsessed And dressed up all wrong Nothing to say Not my time of day Maybe it's a sign -- you're mine You froze, that's fine I wonder Mumble mumble, my confidence just crumbles When sickness speaks and sweetness is secondary Mumble mumble, sniffle and stumble And find that I was humbled long ago Atrophied and aching, my limbs are misaligned Limping and maligned, it's fine, I fumbled One more cut you caught me, I'm walking away It's much too late For one more cup of coffee, I'm cutting out faster I'm talking in circles Cut a circle around my spine Six centimeters wide Wide open now and I'm a mess A second guess, sycophantic, stressed, obsessed And pressing onward
Prick my ears up It's predatory and profound Caught in a college town Burnt out and battened down I swallow scents, I follow sounds I stay awake and sit around Lazy and lewd, a listless lout I'm out of luck, I've been called out I've been called worse before We wasted hours with secret sours (Waking up with the lights turned on Waiting up after everyone else is gone) Sour and so low But we exist in separate states When I can't speak and you can't wait To go on Still hung up on the shit that got me at thirteen You set a perfect scene Coffee with cubes and cream I'm so upset, I'm so obscene I cut you out of my routine Get out of bed at half past three Some sense of dread, some sympathy I've seen it worse before Tripping over the coattails you coaxed away Ran out of things to say Stayed up for sixteen days A hundred hands, a dozen takes Too dull to piece together When we exist in separate states I can't speak and you can't wait To take me down and stack the stakes To turn me out until the taste is gone To go on using the word The word you use for me You found hunger in the thickening wonder There are half as many homes to stay I made a map and called it "A Case of You" You can't cover what you're already under I'm gone
(Interlude) 01:56
Now it's 10am and I'm startling slow I've got a shirt like a couch, belt unbuckled below It's an awful fit and it's all for show And it's framing a face you'll see for the first time Now it's 2pm and I'm ready to go I've got my face face-down feeling gravity grow I've got six set of sneakers set out in a row Or I'm out the door and onto the punchline And I forget just what it is I was hoping for I forget that I know That I've never even heard you speak And all my words just jump and squeak With this awkwardness But I thought that was just a line "I'm concerned and you're consigned" I thought you were someone else I thought this shirt was pretty fucking swell
Bad Thoughts 02:14
Posture 03:36
September shook the streets and left a sedimented sky And a countenance that accounted for a crime Summer left me sweet, unfit for such a sad surprise Summer left you supple and supine I was poised, can't you tell? Pursuit doesn't suit me well I'm sick with this sickly smell And these truths will only serve To sell to someone, to tell to someone else But you don't know if my eyes are green or blue And I guess it all depends on point of view Cinders soaked the streets and left them empty and enshrined Cross it off of calendar time I set it up!
Numb above the waist Come apart and call courageously But that gives me a headache That give me the shakes Tapping on the table where we were base After you go You leave me with metal splinters in my fingers But that's not copacetic That's a mistake Colored in for conversation's sake
Saying sooth with a crooked tooth Turn a crooked time of day Taken in with a nervous grin And oxygen And androgens And mouths that buckle and break Soft side, leaning away at your knees Eyes cast downward by seven degrees Untamed by the meal that you made And the minutes that make up the day Full speed ahead At the foot of your bed There are feet that are longing for fingers instead "Makes sense," you said With your hands on my head These are hands that are longing to bristle and bend And go to sleep with the words that you keep At half past ten With pathogens And paths that take you away Outside, roadways are ready to freeze Ice kept colder by several degrees Unnamed, will it still sound the same In the movements that make up your day Count it off Happy new year


released July 26, 2005

Matt LeMay - vocals, guitar; Joe Posner - bass, vocals; Jason Sigal - guitar, vocals; Raf Spielman - keyboards; Jeff Wood - drums, percussion, vocals. Recorded and mixed by Jay Pellicci at Tiny Telephone. Mastered by John Golden.


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Get Him Eat Him Providence, Rhode Island

Five young men with passable small motor skills making big, confusing music. 2004-2009.

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