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Start Again
05:04
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I could put my money in an envelope
Enough to tide me over till I don’t know when
Cut loose of my attachments, all my possessions
And start again
It may be true that I never learned to love right
For my will is half is good as my intent
I pray they both forgive me when he is a grown man
Start again
I could start again, start again
Have you forgotten our beginning
Reaching for an end to start again
I have never faced so steep a valley
As the center of the mattress in a wedding bed
All of the years of isolation are more than I can stand
Start again
Said we’d reclaim it all with time and medication
There are ordinary reasons for every doubt
But if this shit was any good for me I would be better by now
Start again
Old father, you’re the one they will compare me to
With your dozen broken loves, your empty room
She told me to get straight with God or end up just like you
(When I) start again
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Sandpaper Hymn
05:07
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What is this feeling, hovering over
That follows me to bed
The coldest of fingers pressing my lips
The fist upon my head
Call me a liability from the start
I thought that I could bring you more than
The sum of our troubled parts
Lately I'm keeping just out of reach
Of friends who want to help me
I know they see me for what I am
And have no heart to tell me
I am the circularity of my father's speech
Flashes of a mother's rage at every water breach
If history's nothing more than the tales
We choose to tell ourselves
Then why've you discarded every page
Of things that I did well
Have a care what's coming out your mouth
Let condescending words be smoothed out
If every footfall is jarring our little frames
Then who will bend our stooping spines
Back to their proper shape
Maybe this famine hinges to feast
And nourish what has died
But you can’t preserve me out in the cold
Just 'cause you won't decide
Would someone tell me my labor is complete
Or give a mathematics for the day to choose defeat
I swear to God, I'm learning to shut my mouth
That every splintered corner be sanded clean and round
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ITAVOS
04:15
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My beloved is frightened to death of
What she becomes in the cold.
So easy, tiger, with consolations.
Battering ram at the threshold.
I’ll come break you out of the Chelsea.
I’ll weave the hardest sell.
God damn, when I see you
Shrink this small it takes me straight to hell.
I lay down my head on the day that you left.
There in bed, I took a vow of silence.
In the coldest sweat, I lay down and wept.
I’m closing in. I took a vow of silence.
I keep trying to stall the departure.
Somewhere the world’s still green.
I pull the teeth from my every intent, but
None of the words ever feel clean.
I won’t lose you again. I took a vow of silence.
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Retrieve
03:59
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Chris DuPont Ypsilanti, Michigan
Southeast Michigan tunesmith. From anthemic to intimate, Chris' songs marry Americana folk with ambient minimalist orchestration.
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