Carvings

Carvings

BandAlternativePunk

Carvings is a band that thrives in a live setting. We have recorded two EP's and a single and have play numerous shows in the Kingston area opening for bands such as Fucked Up, Every Time I Die and Monster Truck. Our music is melodic, groovy and loud and has a little something for everybody.

Biography

Carvings formed in the winter of 2010 in an attic in Kingston, Ontario. Coming together through various acquaintances and wanted posters, we started off simply with intention to have fun and write music that excited us. After a handful of low profile shows and one very sweaty attic show, we had the opportunity to open for Every Time I Die in Kingston in May 2011 and to record an EP the following month at North of Princess Studios. Between now and then we have played numerous shows in and around the Kingston area, opening for the likes of Fucked Up, Cancer Bats, The Reason, Lifestory: Monologue, Single Mothers, and Monster Truck. We have also written, recorded and released our second EP entitled "These Days", as well as two other songs that will be released as a single in the spring of 2013.

Carvings is a band that strives to write music that is honest, creative and above all, music that we enjoy playing and listening to. Our influences include everything from Refused to Radiohead to Brand New to Hot Water Music. Playing a specific genre or style has never been a primary concern of ours and finding ways to incorporate the wide array of music we collectively appreciate into our own songs is something that continually excites us about being in a band together.

Lyrics

These Days

Written By: Mac Cameron

When I was young I fell in love and I believed, honestly, that it would be forever. But what’s forever, these days?
A few years passed and it turns out that forever doesn’t last. Now your brain is stained with my blood; a reminder that you loved.
A reminder what you were. A reminder what you did. A reminder where you’ve been. A reminder what you are.
They shipped me off from her skin so soft, asked me to find some thoughts to share. So we all lined up but it wasn’t enough, it was my soul I needed to bare. Still they sucked me dry, left my soul to die, now I can’t escape her stare. And now I long for the days of that petty charade because what I needed wasn’t here.
A reminder that you loved. A reminder what you did. A reminder where you’ve been. A reminder what you are.
A monster that knows me well.

My Head, My Home

Written By: Mac Cameron

I found my head at the bottom of a box filled with holes
My eyes are wide open
Don’t cut me up just yet
I’ve got so much blood to give

Pack me up and ship me home

Because I’m dead
I feel it
I’m dead

I found my heart at the bottom of a well filled with souls
No life rushing through them.
Despite their grip I have no hope to give.

Break my bones and I’ll sink into the stone

I’ll devour you all
And as I digest you
I’ll be pushing you down
In hopes to fill the sound
In my belly
In my pit

Fill me up
It’s not enough

Because I’m dead
I feel it
I’m dead

Your tongue may have spoke more prophetically than my own, but what I have I have in my bones
You may have spat more cynically than I but what I have I have in my spine.

No words, no language, no prayer will take me back there, for I’ve found my head and my home

Black Flies

Written By: Mac Cameron

Get in line you worthless swine; let us show you how to be perfect.
Get everyone against the wall and they will shoot you down one by one
Dying off

Like the flies
In the deepest of woods
When the heat
Burns through their young
We will try
To arise
But we are just flies
Death to us all
Angels used to sing so heavenly but here I am a demon
No surrender only means we’re falling faster to where they wished we were
Dying off

Like the flies
In the deepest of woods
When the heat
Burns through their young
We will try
To arise
But we are just flies
Death to us all

One by one
Like the flies
Dying off

One by one

Never Sleep

Written By: Geoff Parent and Mac Cameron

What if all the words I left unsaid await me when I am dead?
And the syntax of my empty bed leaves me hollow, plastered and misread.

It’s not a struggle of purpose to stand in the dark while the words explode from my chest like I’ve earned this.
But it all turns to cold sweat, into violent unrest.

What if all the words I’ve left unsaid await me when I am dead?

Brick by brick you lay your foundation
Thoughts lined up in calm formation
The river that flows through all your creation
It’s filthy and its foul
It’s my pollution
So I propose a solution;
Give back my blood, my mind, and my bones and let me sink into the ground.

They’re just words on a page
They’re not meant to make a sound
I swear I hear them talking out
But only when it’s dark
I never sleep.

Sheep

Written By: Mac Cameron

A sullen song was ring through my head this morning, the birds were crying out a warning as I walked back to my den.
Laid down my head and then I realized I had been mourning the death of me for months now before the results took shape.
We're looking through a broken lens
All the cracks run across your skin
Where have you been?
You never let me in.
All you ver want to do is sleep, it's like I'm the sheep.
Everyday, it's the same.

Discography

I Am The Wind EP (2011)
These Days EP (2012)
Civic Guilt - Sheep (Part of CFRC Compilation) (2013)
Winter Classic Single (2013) - not yet released