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I dreamt I was running
Through orange trees
With the buzzing
Buzzing
Buzzing
Of some looming swarm of bees
Beset on consuming me.
So I ran harder
And faster
Than I had known myself able
Until I collapsed
And gave to the health of the hive
Because dead
I was far more
Nutritious
Than
Alive.
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Away, Away
03:18
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Away, Away
Whisper your love, but harden your horns.
Everything starts to crumble
With cigarette tongues, like when we were young,
But no easy comedowns anymore-
There’s no way.
Away, Away
I wish you’d just come back and soften your tongue
It feels like a lifetime was held in six months
And I know this is over, I know it’s the end.
I know this is over but I can’t pretend
I haven’t typed in your number or inked it in pen
To rewrite some memories and call you again,
But I threw them away.
Away, Away
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Who Do I Lose?
03:02
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With all that’s been made clear to me,
We could taste your misery,
Open up your history
As a way to pull you apart.
Drag your blanket blindly,
Your talisman of safety.
Know this won’t come easily,
I promised from the start.
Who do I have to lose?
Who do you want me to?
I’m finally breaking loose,
What else would you have me do?
Who do I have to lose?
Why do I have to choose?
I’m tightening the noose
So I’ve got something to hold on to.
Like drinking only absinthe,
A poison that I’m masking,
I embrace these ashes
While you burrow through my heart.
So wave your blood-soaked witnesses
As we embrace this emptiness,
Two hollow hungry carcasses,
We stare into the dark.
Who do I have to lose?
Who do you want me to?
I’m finally breaking loose,
What else would you have me do?
Who do I have to lose?
Why do I have to choose?
I’m tightening the noose
So I’ve got something to hold on to.
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I Dreamt We Made Love
03:24
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Jonah Thornton: Acoustic Guitar, Electric Guitars, Drums, Synthesizer, Vocals
Nathan Schieffer: Bass, Synthesizer
Lyrics by Jonah Thornton
Engineered/Produced by Jonah Thornton, Nathan Schieffer
Mixed by Isaac Baker
Mastered by Jonah Thornton
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Ahab
03:50
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Wake up in the morning to several swimming seas.
The truth is hard to swallow but you can swallow me.
So hunt me in your downtime, your great white whale,
Close your eyes Ahab and dream of setting sail.
I will lead you on
I will bring you down
I’m your tragic flaw
I’m the distant sound
Strap yourself a new leg and see if it does the trick.
Give yourself a new name and hope that it will stick.
Find yourself some new friends and try to keep them around
I’ll be in your rearview, I’ll always hunt you down.
I will lead you on
I will bring you down
I’m your tragic flaw
I’m the distant sound.
You’ll feel better when you leave me behind
But you’ve locked your fingers in mine
You’ll feel better when you leave me behind.
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Everything is built from the outset
With the future in mind
Just because we live out of context
Doesn’t mean that we’re blind
Does it make you jealous now?
Empathy, in this case, is bullshit
Only veiled in the light
Everyone is fueled through the internet
Bread and circus for life
Does it make you jealous now?
What connects us
Is what defects us
But we’re too busy drawing lines
If what one sect does
Effects what’s next
Then we might as well just fall into line
I guess that’s fine
Ignoring the path less taken
When they both look the same
Is a burden that keeps on weighing
You down memory lane
Does it make you jealous now?
Let he who casts the first stone laying
Be of righteous in cause
And let the phone that’s never ringing
Be an answer from God
Does it make you jealous now?
What connects us
Is what defects us
But we’re too busy drawing lines
A steady guest doesn’t
Leave what‘s left
When the best slowly culled and refined
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Matador
03:10
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French kiss your problems away
With a nod and a wave
On your back while he’s kneeling
Small price for you to keep them safe
While you’re keeping a sane
And pleasant appearance
Hard candy mixed with the taste
Of a lover’s embrace
But a bad moon credence
Lay low until your phone doesn’t ring
Wash your hands in the sink,
Grab your coat now you’re leaving.
Do you feel it?
Same club, same clothes as before
Same place you adore
Same faces and feelings
Bite your lip, and then wait by the door
You lone matador
For the bull’s blitzkrieging
Your compass is pointing you north
Though it’s hard to ignore
Turn your back as your leaving.
Same taste in your mouth as before
Same shit you abhor
Can’t shake that feeling
You feel it?
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Sage (How to Live)
04:36
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I burn sage to bear witness to spiritual visions.
A common comfort to give, a natural pension,
For those who stand too aloof, or close to see how it is,
How we’re constantly grounded, yet fully surrounded.
By ghosts in the walls of the houses we’re living in,
Who occupy the blank spaces when our body’s vacant.
The hope is that they leave indifferent, or whisper some benefit,
But sometimes their malevolence gets in the way of how I live.
I sing songs to no one so my heart will hear them.
I fill loose leaves with notes to promote their aromatics.
I breathe deep all alone so my lungs can comprehend
How I’m constantly grounded, yet fully surrounded
By ghosts in the walls of the house that I’m living in
Who occupy the blank spaces when my body’s vacant
The hope is they leave indifferent or whisper some benefit
But sometimes their malevolence gets in the way of how I live.
I burn sage to bear witness to all that I can’t resist
The things that try to surround me and attempt to drown me
The voices who all insist that I let go of this
But I know that something is greater and teaching me how to live through this
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I dreamt I went kayaking
To spend time away
From the burnished woods
Of my midwestern paradise.
I paddled hard and fast
To feel my muscles
Retract and ease
The shaking dry socket stomach
That trailed me.
To move my hands meant
To progress, and each
Moment spent gliding the
Current was a moment
I volunteered control for
Vulnerability, and I knew
I would not survive much longer
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I Dreamt a Song
04:38
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I wrote a song in my dreams
It was part of me
And it leaked out of all my seams.
I wrote a song in my bed
Until she fled
She flew the coupe instead.
I retraced her footsteps.
I hope that she flew somewhere free
And out of reach
That she avoided hungry beasts.
I wonder when she'll let me be
Let me feel clean
So I get up and brush my teeth.
She's still a part of me
Who's so far that I can't see.
I write symphonies
But only in my dreams.
In this company,
Is beauty a part of me?
Or is beauty apart from me?
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To hold hate for someone who’s moved on from me
Is like being deceased,
With empty lungs.
To speak dissent for everything they’re moving through
Like rotten fruit,
Passing my tongue.
Bury my body, I am a seed
breathing dirt, the lowest of these
Tangled in a hellish dream
Let me sleep with ease
So I can be a lovely thing
Wallowing like pigs who praise our mud and dirt
Like salt on the earth
Ensures our death.
But Accepting that we’ve harvested all we can
From this rocky land
Gives us new breadth.
Bury my body, I am a seed
breathing dirt, the lowest of these
Tangled in a hellish dream
Let me sleep with ease
So I can be a lovely thing
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Shine
04:21
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Hold me like June did
And shine, shine
Hold me like I’m blue-lipped
And shine, shine
I want to soak in your skin
Like the sun on your hips
Before we abandoned this
This time, shine
Whisper how you’re musing
And shine, shine
Whisper something moving
And shine, shine
I want to bathe in the mist
Of a land sun-kissed
That transcends the synthetic
This time, it’s mine
Even if it’s just my body left behind
I wanna shine on like the sun
Bury me, a seed,
To break through sullen sod
And shine on everyone.
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Sinners & Saints
03:35
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There’re no teardrops in heaven
It only rains
So you can drink coffee by your windowsill
There’re no teardrops in heaven
There’s no comfort in hell
No Good Samaritan
No passerby to pick you up and wish you well
There’s no comfort in hell
‘Cause theirs no difference between sinners and Saints
We’re all born, we all die,
We all leave something behind.
As we move ourselves through these empty spaces
They say what matters is on the inside
But I say we have to give this a real try.
Whatever happened to your close friends
We don’t really know
Because no one seems
To look outside their living rooms
Or their pile of gold.
Don’t you think things could be different
If we work with our hands
Tryna’ fill up the cracks that divide all earth’s citizens,
Not impose our own demands?
‘Cause theirs no difference between sinners and Saints
We’re all born, we all die,
We all leave something behind.
As we move ourselves through these empty spaces
They say what matters is on the inside
But I say we have to give this a real try.
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