1. |
The Narrator
03:55
|
|||
|
Lately I have been distant
Lately I'm lying still
Keep floating with the current
Letting it take me wherever it will
No guise of hope, only questions now:
What air to breathe when I start to drown?
How much a certain life is worth
If you keep wondering what could have been?
And I keep falling
Into the cracks
Of the pavement
Following tracks
Of the person I was so sure to become
Now a hollow phantom of things to come
Awaken from insomnia in stinking sweat
And every new day might just be the worst one yet
I'm so sick of the stoic
So sick of staying calm
So sick of writing songs
About 'you and me'
About 'where we are'
As if the world revolves around this
As if I'm privileged to ignore it
There's more to living than suffering
There's more to life than just one being
I will keep trying to be the best version of myself
Though it just feels like I keep failing every day
Too preoccupied to see other people's fates
That everybody's got their own meals on their plates
I suffer loudly, always long to annotate
I'm just a narrator who aims to entertain
One day, I'll open up my hopeful heart once more
I'll scratch it right off the dusty bedroom floor
Invite the whole world in
Just like I did before
|
||||
2. |
Colourblind
03:20
|
|||
|
I never wanted to
Write this song for you
I thought we would get through
But here we are now
I got another confession to make
I heard the shatter, I felt the quake
But I can’t trust my eyes
It seems I’m never fully awake
And all our useless fights
Carried out through endless nights
We should have talked about
More than 'wrong' and 'right'
And all my yesterdays
With all your anxious ways
Kept on hiding in plain sight
And we returned their gaze
Devastating fights
Hiding in plain sight
I can’t trust my eyes
I am colourblind
You want me to see
But you won’t talk to me
I can’t trust my eyes
I am colourblind
And all our useless fights
Carried out through endless nights
I thought we would get through
But here we are
And all my yesterdays
And all your anxious ways
I thought we would get through
But here we are
I hate this savage rush
I long for a healing touch
The gap between us
Makes my numb heart feel too much
The tide will never turn
Ashes will never burn
This is my epilogue
My point of no return
|
||||
3. |
Harbinger
02:56
|
|||
|
Harbinger
I spent weeks making a list of things to show you. Places, buildings, memories. We didn’t look at it once. It seemed so useless, once we were in the same place, latching to one another like koala bears. Sometimes, the memories you have aren’t as important as the ones you are creating, and the people you are creating them with. In this very room, or in a distant lake house we keep joking about – but always meaning it. I’m sure you can already picture the ornaments on the windowsill.
In every wish, every notion,
every bold belief
There’s dreams in all these gutters
In all these streets
I want to know where the clocks
send the wasted time
Everyone has a vision
And I found mine
It’s been a week now since you left. And I still try to pretend. Your towel’s still in the bathroom, your toothbrush near the sink. I still keep a second duvet in my bed, so when I wake up at night, I can pretend you just went to the kitchen real quick.
In every wish, every notion,
every bold belief
There’s dreams in all these gutters
In all these streets
I want to know where the clocks
send the wasted time
Everyone has a vision
And I found mine
In every doubt, every fraud,
every disbelief
There’s dreams in all these gutters
In all these streets
I want to know where the poets
find all their rhymes
Everyone has delusions
And these are mine
We wait our turn, we live sweet dreams
We cook our meals, we change our sheets
We wander through our minds
And search for all the wasted time
One day we’ll break the distance
One day we’ll make it through
Everywhere I’ll go, you’ll be there with me
Everywhere I go, I summon you
In every gutter, every street, every memory
On every rooftop, every square, every ocean beach
In every home, every lighthouse, every ship at sea
They will know our names, they will know our names
|
||||
4. |
This Too Shall Pass
03:43
|
|||
|
Rejoice! The end is near!
It is time to depart
And I will try to keep wandering
Despite my heavy heart
You’re the best mistake I ever made
You’re the crippling pain that never aches
I’m a scam, and still I feel betrayed
I’ll sleepwalk through nightly days
Trivial stories are the only remaining bricks
Of a gutted home
And I can’t stand to be alone
I’m traveling to the unknown
There is motion in the deep
There is stoic misery
It keeps me denying
Everything I need
And every single word from every song I heard
Told me it will be alright
A victim of desperate hope
I’m sorry that I tried
You’re the best mistake I ever made
You’re the crippling pain that never aches
I hope that one day we’ll look back with pride
So glad we tried
This is not the end for us
I will hold out and wait
Until we will be ready again
I will mourn the blessed and slain
And sing your name
In my daily anthem
We will gather at the fireside
We'll return from distant lands
But you won’t stop making sense to me
You will never stop making sense
The greatest success I ever made
You’re the ever present smile on my face
|
||||
If you like Kincaid, you may also like:
We'll Hide Away: Complete Recordings 1993-1995
by Grain
In the early ’90s, the Ohio band were champions of boundary-crossing Midwestern hardcore.
go to album
Derramar | Querer | Borrar
by MASSA NERA
Massa Nera makes '00s-style screamo that strikes a balance between delicate intricacy and heavy passion.
go to album
Toronto band Respire deliver a post-hardcore tour de force on the largest scale possible, orchestrally rich and incessantly uncompromising.
go to album
Crashing female-fronted hardcore perfect for afternoon slump revival.
go to album
Artificial Bouquet
by Frail Body
New on Deathwish, explosive screamo from this Illinois band, full of scalding riffs and searing vocals.
go to album
Misanthropic hardcore punk from NYC that galvanizes jagged guitars and dense production towards satisfying mayhem.
go to album
Ataraxy
by Sadness / To Be Gentle
Atmospheric black metal band Sadness and experimental screamo band To Be Gentle channel intense emotions on this split single.
go to album
