We’ve updated our Terms of Use to reflect our new entity name and address. You can review the changes here.
We’ve updated our Terms of Use. You can review the changes here.

The Dirt on My Hands

from Naive To The Bone by KDC

/

lyrics

To praise the chase of old mirages that won't fade. So there he lay, toyed and teased. Close to dead but never pleased. So tired. But he can't fall back on his words. There's still too much that’s on his mind. There's untouched mountains left to climb. Play to the rhythm of a diary and let the coffee-city calloused throat swear upon the open road. I will die trying to taste everything that’s been denied. To suffice. To cross out the days on my calendar with nothing but dirt on my hands. The tried, the true. The proven few. The kissers of skies who never knew what they got themselves into. We're naive to the bone. We'll go it alone and we'll write it in stone. Won't live a lie and we refuse to get by on this spoon-fed shit just to watch ourselves die. So fuck tradition. Fuck your scene. Fuck all that you are and all in between. I swore to myself that I would die with nothing but dirt on my hands.

credits

from Naive To The Bone, released June 22, 2012

license

all rights reserved

tags

about

KDC image

KDC Buffalo, New York

Coming off an incredible 7" and near-constant touring since, KDC has taken this experience and crafted one of the most genuinely interesting, but perfectly intense, emotional hardcore records in years. With its seamless blending of modern speed and power, '90s technical brilliance, and a rare honesty, this record truly stands out. ... more

contact / help

Contact KDC

Streaming and
Download help

Report this track or account

If you like KDC, you may also like:

Bandcamp Daily  your guide to the world of Bandcamp

On Bandcamp Radio

Fabiana Palladino stops by to talk about her mesmeric debut LP.
listen now