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different clothes
03:31
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different city different night
same feelings different time
theres a blanket on my eyes
i’m reminded, softly blinded
i am reckless i’m not afraid
i am bored while you’re amazed
it is broken, we are too
turns out to be a story we already knew
when we miss the pain
do we wish to be there again?
moving forward is curse
going back is a suffocating comfort
i am tired and not asleep
i lay silent while you weep
same story, different souls
same me, different clothes
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4am
03:26
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it’s 4 am it’s getting light outside
i’ve been thinking about you all this time
and it’s only been some hours but it feels like its years
my room smells like flowers drenched in week old tears
i’ve been waiting for someone all my life
but as soon as i think i’ve found them, they’re taken away
i know that you will be okay
but tonight
can i say the same for me?
it’s 4am it's getting light outside
i can hear the birds in the sky
and i’m crying in my head but nothing comes out
oh i’m so tired but i can’t lay down
i’ve been waiting for someone for all my life
but as soon as i think i’ve found them, they’re taken away
i know that you will be okay
but tonight
i can't say the same for me
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sunday morning
03:35
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sunday morning and she’s waiting for the sun to rise
like it did last night but
everything’s the same as it was last year
no one’s waited for the light, no
no ones here
her reflection in the mirror shows nothing but her lies
everything she says is through her eyes
everything was meaningless on friday night
but on sunday morning, nothing seems quite right
undecided steps taken lonely into town
only hoping that’ll be somewhere to be found
but her world is still and she still
welcomes being buried in the ground
her reflection in the mirror shows nothing but her lies
everything she says is through her eyes
everything was meaningless on friday night
but on sunday morning, sunday morning
waiting for the right moment to rise again
if we ever did
waiting on the only thing we know
waiting on darkness, waiting on time
waiting on not quite perfect rhymes
waiting on happiness
and the time we spent being sad
missing those who we forgot
missing those we never had
sunday morning when she’s staring at the ceiling
is more than meets the eye
she hasn’t slept since she saw her eyes in front of her
the alarm she so disdains is now the only thing that keeps her sane
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so many pens in
so many places
no words written on the page
fantasy people
all of your problems
why are you not letting them escape?
are you lazy or afraid?
so many metaphors
not enough sleep
is that just the way it has to be?
who understands you?
your fantasy people?
how will they console you in your brain?
tell me, are you lazy or afraid?
do you have a dream or do your sheets just lay unmade?
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taketaketake
03:56
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i guess we’re back here again
winter’s bringing it’s friends
it’s been a couple years and i
have learned how to cry
still can’t play the chords the way i want to
even though i try
i’ll wake up in the morning and know
theres some place i have to go
working on the corner,
meet for coffee, feel alone
its obvious, i’ve learned a lot
and doing so, i have forgot
what i once knew, back when i threw
myself ahead the burning stars
and watched the cars just drive away from me
from me, from me
so i guess we’re back then
a time without a when
theres a feeling in my fingers
it’s unwelcome but it lingers
i havent changed still want the same
a silent sinner(/singer)
i spent all my money
guess it’s kinda funny
how no one knows
why
its obvious, i’ve learned a lot
and doing so, i have forgot
what i once was, that i had trust
in all these stars that burned my eyes
and took my sight, took it away from me
from me, from me
away from me away from me
take take take
its obvious, i’ve learned a lot
yet again
i bought
into love
when all it’s done
is hurt me
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ncem England, UK
singer songwriter from a small town in the south east of england with dreams 10ft taller than he can ever hope to reach even on his tiptoes
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