SUPERGENIUS EP

by SUPERGENIUS

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Debut 4 track EP
Recorded on the 26th and 29th of December 2014 at House Rott Childs by Chuck Dexters and SUPERGENIUS.
Mixed by Chuck Dexters.
Mastered by Lewis Johns at The Ranch.

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released June 26, 2015

Guitar and voice - Edward Godby
Lead guitar - Mich Decruyenaere
Bass guitar - Vincent Maes
Drums - Wim Coppers

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Track Name: Making Shapes
Couldn’t think straight
Waiting for your call
Got this idea
That we could …
You’re just a bit late
It means nothing at all
You’re a good one kid
You’re great

Couldn’t speak straight
Feeling two feet tall
Oh so near
But not enough
You choose your own fate
Looks like you chose to fall
You’re a good one kid
You’re great

In the meantime
You roll your eyes and twist your hair
I couldn’t stop you
From making shapes, denying that you care
If you could go back
Into the winter, so warm and yet so cold
Would it be different?
Will my need for your touch ever become old?

The beasts have broken through the net and
I can’t think of any simple way of
Making sure that they
Don’t come and take us over
Track Name: The Transmitter
Lives like litter
Blowing about in the wind
Fire up the transmitter
Send a word of goodwill
To make the people feel better
To make them glow with our charm
Because I might need some numbers here to back me up
And you’re not all that strong
Despite the size of your arms

Hear the hope that glistens in their voices
Watch the movement as they make the trip to kiss the ground
Where once crawled the most decorated of public liars

Would you mind? Hold my drink a second don’t move a muscle
I saw a face I’d like to question, over by the pulpit
There’s not much liquid in the glass, but I’ll be back to fetch it
And we can pick the bones
Track Name: Goodbye Brainstem
The keyholes offer up a light that’s finite
By the time it’s gone you might have learnt to read
I’ve got an itch to scratch that never stops so I might
Get them to take away my skin, and my thoughts and let me bleed

You were the sole in favour of reflection time while the rest of us were living

The keyholes represent what’s left of innocence
By the time it’s gone you won’t know how to smile
Momentarily, get the chance to see, but in a sense
Got so used to counting nothing that something just isn’t my style

The sole in favour of reflection time while the rest of us were living

Detach my brainstem
Control my scheming
Get out my heaven
It’s all I’ve got left
The brail walls have got a life of their own
Our fingertips can but try
Track Name: Rumours
I’ll write a bestselling story
From all the secrets I know
I hear you’re not supposed to tell them?
That doesn’t bother me

Interrupts you while you’re talking
With some ideas of his own
He’d like to be the inspiration
For your lack of confidence

We know all about your temperature
And how you take off your clothes
A case of too much information
No longer startles me

Heard you’ve been reading up on science
Between DeLillo and Rose
And if you need an explanation
Don’t think of asking me

Drink Islay like moonshine
Have a shouting match with the sky
Oh we are destined for better things than this atmosphere
Paint over the little white scratches to make the cut unscathed
Or let there be rumours now

It’s a shame I’m not an astronaut
Take everybody to space
To try and capture their attention
With more than snow and lights

And if you need to you can drive my car
It ain’t an auto, it shifts
And, no, that’s not a Beatles reference
Although you think it is

Drink Islay like moonshine
Have a shouting match with the sky
Oh we are destined for better things than this atmosphere
Paint over the little white scratches to make the cut unscathed
Or let there be rumours now