geoff farina

Con eso de que en brevas viene, pues por si no teneis los discos de frontman de karate..
muy bueno por cierto. aqui falta un disco que era completamente instrumental ,y dicho sea de paso tortuoso llamado BLOBSCAPE(2002).*











Aqui la discografia con voz escuchable


USONIAN DREAM SEQUENCE
Genero: acoustic guitar, singer/songwritter
País: EEUU
Año: 1998
Calidad rip: 192 kbps
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Peso: 50 MB


STEELY DAN [7"]
Genero: acoustic guitar, singer/songwritter
País: EEUU
Año: 1999
Calidad rip: 128 kbps
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Peso: 6 MB



REVERSE ECLIPSE
Genero: Jazz, jazz guitar
País: EEUU
Año: 2001
Calidad rip: 189 kbps
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Peso: 55 MB



ALREADY TOLD YOU [EP]
Genero: jazz guitar, acustico, cantautor
País: EEUU
Año: 2006
Calidad rip: 256 kbps
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Peso: 12 MB

lyrics del disco Reverse Eclipse. (muy rico!)

Pordenone Plaster

Only our fleshy freeway rides with pours denied and champagne sneeze control can heal our summer scratches
with alcohol and matches and cigarettes unburned and lies untold. A candy-escape, Pacific-excuse, where brides and cellulos rule against a bossa-nova backdrop with basketballs and black-top that sears the soles of sneakered hopefuls. Let linens release the rules and the rush, and ruin every single pace. Shallow, cool, and shaded, a carnet or affidavit, you're as much as liberated from all future red tape, as your mouth forms sounds that we've never heard on unrestricted air. Against some Pordenone plaster and Rotterdam disasters, I'm simply satisfied to touch your hair.

Gravity

This is the way I see it:
You're only here for a short time.
The will of windshields will win your way,
despite disconnections and digits and dimes.
Not much going on?
Well, so be it.
Just pull songs from last years favorite bars.
Do they get played on Avenue A,
or with adolescent tears that stain parent's new cars?
Profane fames and phantom paints
disappear with rains down city drains,
but like Indian summers that hold on to their suns,
only the best days remain.
One month short of a brand new spring,
just close your eyes and let gravity do it's thing.
"Those were the days," you teased,
but none will stand up to these.

Special Diamonds

Matador, masterpiece,
morning prayer memories
of horizons from the ship we were in
in one of last night's best dreams.
Perennial projections
of bad ideas onto frigid seas.
How could I neglect ideas like these?
Now Dallas, it changes me,
and Memphis estranges me.
Still I take a souvenir
to remember I was here.
Pale cheap glass of jubilee shine,
tin-coated red,
at least I can she that it's mine,
or have something for you when I return this time.
For you there are 365 summer nights,
and special diamonds that shine twice as bright.
They're far too beautiful for any old ring.
Don't say I never brought you anything.
With fever, pitch, pride, and headlong speed,
I will search this whole town to get you what you need.
just tell me what you need.

One Percent

Reverse Eclipse unties the same, and attempts to guide are all in vain.
'Cause an orange deleted mid-day maize will only serve to make us more late.
So let us stay home, ignore the phone. Tap into the skulls of the dynamos.
Leave the dub-drenched drives alone.
Watch the rest of the day from the patio.

Entry upstart pages from a sweetheart. Just let me be so I can get to a good part.
As this treble celebrates spaces so vague.-?-
Such a powerful absence no tones could betray.
You know I try to resist, but like an ash against an ocean.
Nobody else's mail could cause so much commotion.
So leave me alone with this page for a while as muscle memories emancipate a silent smile.

Over-dressed, but not as good as weekend t-shirt shoulders should support a sated wine finished face
hold new memories in their proper place.
As they wait for words that strive for one percent of what our short times togather meant.
An implatry poem, prematurely sent, but now at least yields to benevolence.

Entry upstart pages from a sweetheart. Just let me be so I can get to a good part.
This treble that celebrates spaces so vague.-?-
Such a powerful absence no tones could betray.
You know I try to resist like an ash against an ocean.
Nobody else's mail could cause so much commotion.
So leave me alone with this page for a while as muscle memories emancipate a silent smile.

Henningson Or Hemingway

This June allots an hour or an afternoon
total for the tempting views,
the sum of all smiles that could possibly escape you.
This day permits a second for the proper way
to dig a Henningson or Hemingway,
to interpret the dusk in it's aggregate grays.
So just for fun let's tabulate
the gaudy unisons of every-day
Omaha weight stations
and highway-highjacked chocolate imitations.
You will see,
within a fever or a cavity,
there's some sugar or a walk in the snow
or any old excuse just to let yourself go.

Olive And Otherwise

In Silver Lake two sunsets veil
ten techniques to make the bail
I hear it happens every day.
As Texas stars begin to fade,
embarassed patrons, overpaid,
feel entitled to anything that comes they're way.
Still, unsullied lines and browns collide.
Persistent crease, your skin, revised,
olive and otherwise.
In race conditions, no consequence;
with a pouty trance you ask to dance.
But hey,
no one ever dances anyway.
In two-tone lit
reverse amone lighter tricks,
I can't rehearse
the proper lines or appropriate verse,
so i've got nothing new to say.

The Dianne Eraser

The fan sounds like the voices of someone watching TV.
As the surplus run slowlys sits, I wish it were me.
So I'll return all my calls anonymously
as to gently release responsibilities.
These threats are less than threats-
the faster fast-balls,
unremembered bets
you made in haste against Dianne.
Erase the ones you know the best.
This Ajax, asbestos, amonia, you'll see-
as foul as this no-sleep-on-Sunday-disease-
will disarm and day-ware,
deny any crease
that dares to be neat,
that aspires to be clean.

Only Yellows

Give me illness. Give me weakness. Give me jealousy.
I'll bear it all in the name of sleeplessness and the martyr that i wanted to be.
I'll put my hands on expensive cars and imagine luxuries-
a simple gesture towards a new tomorrow.
It'll be what we wanted it to be,
or it won't be anything.
Change the water.
Change the sweaters.
Change the shades of gray,
because only yellows represent solutions
in the form of the light of a new day.
I've seen it come in tides,
and trusted theme park rides
as daffodils pissed arnica honey.
If I had hair like yours i wouldn't fuck with anything.

Fixable

about your car, fixable definitely
we'll make it graceful again like you are
it just hesitates temporarily
it's not how i drive it
i was just spending the day
tried to catch a moon at five
but the sun, the sky is just that way

about how long, will these freedoms wait for me?
about how long, will these changes take to feel like they have changed?
about how many, summers will i spend this way?
with the phone off the hook
at the pace of the rain

i'm not on your side
i realized yesterday
so dont ask me for a ride
no telling what i might say
because tonight i want out
unless you can show me another way
tonight i just want out
unless you can show me another way

about how long, will these freedoms wait for me?
about how long, will these changes take to feel like they have changed?
about how many, summers will i spend this way?
with the phone off the hook
at the pace of the rain

Fire

In the end there will be no faults.
I'm confident that the beach will absorb them all.
Later tonight there will be no more blame.
We'll lay down in different towns and sleep just the same.
From now on, I will make no more plans.
My strongest ones lay dormant in your hanrds.
Sometime soon I will accept the change,
as the evening sun gently warms the Grange.
Fire burns out.
Nature churns out fools.
Some spring days may turn out cool.
Still I stay.
Will you stay?
Sometimes I think God should erase all memories
to change the way we seal with times like these.
That would surely be heven to me;
For you it would surely be hell,
as to seperate the moon and stars from the Atlantic's gentle swell.

The Rights

Found out your with the pills on the shelf.
Found out you may have swallowed the sun yourself.
I can see your belly where the rays come right out.
I'll wait as the fire refines the lines around your mouth.
As traffic ends the fall events,
the hands of accidents and travel bends.
The rights don't have the permission to give
for us to live the way we live.
"This town makes faggots of us all."
You say, "It's not my word, so it's not my fault."
But language is on the side of harm and stability,
and I can't stand the way my own words sount to me.

The Left-Handed way

Hold on- this is only the void from the things that we had.
Hold on- this is only the shit that you say when you're mad.
Hold on- this is oly the feeling I get from the ocean.
Hold on- these are only regrets from our plans put in motion.

Paper thin against a pen,
like some skin against some scars,
think back and remeber when
we fought for Back Bay bars,
then lit out in seperate cars.
I feel like we could have it all
if we could keep it together,
and I feel that the left-handed way up to God is much better.

Soon In Tents

All you poems and the Freedom Suite
and comment cards cannot delete
broken bikes and cold, bare feet.
America, surrender.
But to honest plights
or tennis whites
or parking-space posses
that will wrong all rights?
Who took my wallet and my sleepless nights?
I can never remember.
In some towns you must respect the water
and the shade.
Part rust and part disturbing daughter
pushes you away.
Stay away.
There's dust and leaks and coincidence,
tenements in Billings, and in Butte,
soon in tents.
Call the janitor and raise the rents,
there's camping in December.
Still Astrud aspires
to blight the liars.
Sometimes a simple voice can douse the hottest fires.
A nascent tune will make them all retire.
America, surrender.

pronto
Out Trios Volume Four: Almanac
que tb sale el farinas.