Lengua

by Evan Geesman

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04:50
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03:39
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01:14
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03:12

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released 08 December 2013
Written/Produced by Evan Geesman
Mastered by Joseph Guisti
Holy Mountain co-produced by Joseph Guisti
Players: Joseph Guisti,Temo Molina, Jorge Rios
Album art shot by Anne Cynn

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Evan Geesman Santa Ana, California

Acoustic songwriting filtered through the futuristic acid trip that is the current Southern California electronic beats scene. Somewhere in that mix, Geesman manages to express the ennui of being young, jobless and sexually frustrated without shedding his charm or sense of humor. ... more

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Track Name: Drawn Dogs
You've been a long time coming down
From a box up in the town
With an itch to chase the skirt
Because its easier than pulling up your lids

Drawn dogs all in the dirt
Pretend your heart it never hurt
And the birds they can bitch because its easier
Than pulling up your lids

Youve been a long time coming round
Its just the though of slowing down
In the middle of a lane because it feels okay
Like pulling up my lids

And some may say it wounds you until
All my roses wont grow without my help
Track Name: Holy Mountain
Lost on a mountain, caught by the rain
I keep forgetting that I'm not the same
Stuck in the mud in the groves of mid change
Press on, we progress down path and cross plain

For all the Holy Mountains

Missed it in the morning, it runs along beside you
That's a modern problem, its hard to find a clear view
Crawling through the undergrowth, hanging on the footholds
Everything I do is

For all the Holy Mountains

For all the Holy Mountains, lying in the fields
You were always welcome, but you could never deal
Track Name: Underworked
Underworked, got nothing to do but lay it out on the warm wet gravel
Break my wrists and live as a wordsmith, it ain't a poem but its smoke from the bellows

Its the story of my life

I'm overfed laying in the grasses, salt mines horoscopes in the ashes
Sick of looking, feeling off, coast along the ocean till the wheels fall off

Its the story of my life