Out in the city
where the poor souls sleep
we’ve been building an army
fighting.

You disappear in the sunlight
like dust on wind
I only hear you late at night
like a sad violin.

I took a picture of you and put it over my bed,
but you’ve been dead.
A living picture of you is hanging over my bed,
but you’ve been dead.

Back in the city
in a box full of soul
I’ve been looking of pety
under blankets, upon blankets
of snow.

Think of me as  a place
you would go to rest
covered in cob webs
in a rotting chest.

Above the Bed

like a kiss on both eyelids
your wonderful and safe
like a sailing ship in the middle
of a dead calm sea you’re far away
like a moth to flame
i attached myself to you
and i grew a spider
in my head and named it after you

i fell so hard
i fell so hard
i cant get up

im addicted to your sweetness
wont you give me some more
i want to be the one
to write your favorite song

Kiss on Both Eyelids

wake up and put your uniform on
hardshell hat and heavy duty gloves
and please be careful darlin
building bridges is a brave man work

you know one day you’ll be in history
people will walk upon the steel you mold
things like these they just don’t fall apart
no matter how fragile and how old

and our children will cary on
what you started here today
and i know everyone involved
will have nothing but good things to say
about the monument you built for them

don’t worry there its an easy job
and ill be home before you know
all i need is my kerosine torch
with your love i cant go wrong

from where i stand i see the sun come up
across the water it filled my soul
i tell you dear the bridge is strong
someday people will see what i saw.




Monument

Last night I couldn’t fall asleep
thoughts of you were haunting me.
I didn’t think that you’d remember me at all
I am so small…
so small.

So I just lay there and whispered to the sheets
” Im so tired you hear, I can’t go to sleep”
And Im a modest mouse stuck between two walls
but no one calls…
no one calls.

So I give up, I give up you hear?
One thing I am good at is a disappear.
You don’t know me, you don’t know me and you don’t wanna know
Im just too small…
Im just too small.

You don’t know me
you don’t know me and you don’t wanna know
You don’t know me
you don’t know me and you don’t wanna know
so I give up, I give up you hear?

Modest Mouse

Simmer Down

Jackyl and Hyde

I don’t want to be another tattoo you’ll regret
I don’t want to just be someone next to whom you slept
I don’t want to be a picture in your wallet you’ll forget
I want to be a gold slide,warm whiskey and your favorite pack of cigarettes.

This is the worst homecoming yet
to an empty bed
and your rambling in my head.

I drew my sword but quickly laid it down the day you make around
Stripped all my armor and tore down the walls I built to keep me safe from harm
I want to watch you sleep every mornin’ and kiss you awake
But you had to go again and leave me hangin’ to nurse myself through the heart ache again.

This is the worst homecoming yet
to an empty bed
and your rambling in my head.

I want to be a gold slide, warm whiskey and you favorite pack of cigarettes.

Whiskey and Cigarettes

I ain’t afraid to tell you how I feel
I know you walk around looking for hearts to steal
you put them safely in your vest
you keep them close to your chest.

And then you go back out there every night
and you find one that won’t put up a fight
and you take her hand you hold it tight and whisper
“baby, it will be alright”

But she don’t know what you hide behind that smile
so she’ll let you touch and kiss her for a while
you make the broken hot go from hot to mild
you like to fix then break
that’s just your style.

I hope you fall in love
and fall flat
you set the ground rules.

I ain’t afraid to tell you how I feel
I know you walk around looking for hearts to steal
you put them safely in your vest
you keep them close to your chest.

But Im not another trophy, heart shaped flag
you can’t go around and show me off and brag
I gave you love now I wan’t it back
I am a heart attack.

But she don’t know what you hide behind that smile
so she’ll let you touch and kiss her for a while
you make the broken hot go from hot to mild
you like to fix then break
that’s just your style.

I hope you fall in love
and fall flat
you set the ground rules.

The Ground Rules

This place is a cemetery covered in dust
You come here every morning searching for luck
But you’ve been cryin on the wrong shoulder looking to help
No one’s gonna help you child.

This place is a cemetery people come here to die
You hide in your corner watching waiting for the right time
And then you jump out of the shadows and you take all they got
You always find the weak spot.

This place is a cemetery people come here to die
You come here every morning you know just the right time
And then you jump out of the shadows and you take all they got
You always know the weak spot.

Cemetery

The Perfectionist

Hallelujah

So tell me how does it feel
to be so alone
you wake up to find
there’s nobody home.

So tell me why do you drink
to drown all your sorrow
you made it yourself
you made yourself hollow.

And I never want to see you again
no, I never want to see you again
You always gave me problems
I never want to see you again!

So tell me how come you act
like a goddamn messiah
you think you were made to be
something bigger,better than me?

Well, at least Im not so unstable
not to know Im crushing somebody’s heart
you don’t give any warning, no mercy,
you just tear me apart.

Goodbye

1. You Can Have Me

Bulgarian-born Geri X is a composer, a musician and a singer hard to put a label on. Fans and critics spotted it from the moment she broke onto the Tampa Bay Music Scene: Geri is an artist with a singular sound you have not heard before. One can see it in the way she confidently plays her Babicz guitar, eyes half open and soul pouring out with a rich, crisp and mesmerizing voice.

What started with a classical training in piano, guitar and voice, evolving out of a broad and eclectic blend of influences, has become wonderfully her own. In the process of sharing her songs, Geri bares her soul to ease the audience’s emotions. It is the strength of the voice and the charge to each word that draws them to a halt. “Geri X is a poet, rebel, and a singer with a voice that is demanding to be heard. She carries the intensity of a Mike Tyson punch with the serene beauty of one of the best female vocalists of this era” (L.A. Times)

She has received countless accolades for her work, including Creative Loafing’s Best Singer Songwriter for 2 years in a row, as well as playing Summerfest and Steel Bridge Song Festival in the last few years.

Aside from being a workaholic and an alluring performer, often carrying out few shows in a day, Geri is a prolific songwriter. This is a fundamental quality, which combined with her work ethic and the gift of sharing make her a true artist: one you can connect to.

Whether with a full band or on stage with just a guitar, she is simply captivating. One only needs to experience it.

Geri X

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