A Crack in the Snow Mortar

by Saint Solitude

follow landslides, but this one's gonna last battle cries lost in the static of the fight we'll get one more chance to make this happen so if i hurry now, try to capture it, will i get it right? see another way to an open plain, but i've got this sinking doubt and it's no excuse for a falling out like i thought it was will i fall in love? and if i can't see you, what good is this truth? follow landscapes, but this one's gonna pass the unfaithful suckered me again and it's cruel to ask me why as if i could explain the simple horrors of our days we'll get one more chance to make this happen i've got unopened plans
even if i could go back even if it worked like that id' be up against a wall letting conversation fall anyone but me could've seen but i'll get even now that we can read the stone the calculation's left us with clay and bone the combination's wrong the secret handshake's gone anyone but me could've seen but i can't even fight shut out all the news paint a picture with what clues? is it any wonder how, why, or what we're made of now?
knockin down a flower to mark the second hour you see who's got the power? the girl inside the tower let down ruby hair when the fairy tale lies, you don't care decided to argue but i can see you waiver so i can ask a favor weren't we just being neighbors? the stories that i gave her and all that we've saved dotted trails on the maps that we made (a drink to all) a drink to never knowing (a cheers to all) a cheers to all the strangers (the strangers who) who are only moving where the winds are blowing
shoot the fantasy down and take the daydream away i am still awake dirty all of the springs and dry up the lake my eyes are open wide and if you pass on by, keep your head "we're just followers of the crowd," she said pick at the mountaintop map and carve out the cliffsides show us what's beneath and in the caramel core we've all lost our way it's a matter of how far
i spill out no designs for my peers to crucify i gather my supplies but silence is justified and you'll understand just why so where to, and with whom? this winter is not immune to neglect and to doom it has its own heavy swoon and you'll understand the wasted times and you'll understand future crimes i want out from within! what a tired story to begin but i can't seem to give it up don't let me give up on this now that i know it's true we've all seen it through and through the endless search for clues you can waste a life or two just waiting for the spark to drop
strange how we walk inside these lines never it once occurred to step outside their narrow confines funny the way you choose your lines happy enough to simply compromise abandon the friends from older days steering the ship: a captain crazed with limited ways the talented only go so far the manic and motivated superstar crashed the car a crack in the snow mortar a face that you know a few more to go the night of a slow murder a face that you know a few more to go a crack in the snow mortar
the incredible escape, the master crime the father of them both has taken flight an illusion left to chance and left to die you can't explain away the world you took it all away and rearranged the shapes you took it all away but someone's counting on me today and if only i could tell just one difference between the days of all that confidence and the ones that fall beneath hollow monuments i gave it my all, ghosts and parting gifts he knows what i like all good things trapped in time i took the easy way out but i don't know the other way out what is left to escape? but that won't stop me
i'm well-fed and i'm lived in, got a camera, got a battery gonna walk all over this apartment where i'm living has en engine, i'm out the window come crashing down i've got a memory i won the lottery i've got a memory but can i afford it? i've gotta give thanks to the lights of the suburban and the secrets of the little cities the mountains claim the rivers and the rivers claim the gardens gonna spill right over the cadence and valor the salt air in my lungs


Songwriting has always been a form of mapmaking for Dup Crosson - a chance to sculpt a landscape out of nothing and mark one's place in the world. Saint Solitude's third release, A Crack in the Snow Mortar, outlines numerous references to maps and oceans, making it obvious this project has not lost its sense of exploration.

The raucous opener "Simple Horrors" sets the pace for Crosson's new-found confidence in grit and volume, neatly stacking a wall of guitars over his typically urgent lyrical pleas: "will I fall in love?" From there the album expands like a starfish. "Anyone But Me" channels Beck in its alchemy of acoustic guitars and synthesized beats, and both "Future Crimes" and the instrumental "Falcon Melt" land on some of the loudest material Crosson has written to date. On an album that brazenly runs to the extremes, the less flashy numbers ("Common Elder," "The Incredible Escape") sound more glorious than ever in the careful restraint of their arrangements.

ACITSM is a lean affair, clocking in at just over 35 minutes, but promises potency in its brevity. In the same fashion as his debut, Journal of Retreat, the songs were recorded at a home studio and feel natural in their variety as a result. After returning to his native state of Maine, Crosson has made a homecoming record true to his myriad influences and lofty ambitions.

While the project is on an indefinite touring hiatus, Crosson is already halfway finished with a companion record, with a release planned for mid 2014.


released September 17, 2013

Written, performed, and produced by Dup Crosson.

Drums and piano recorded to tape by Mark Alan Miller in Winter 2013 at Sonelab. Everything else recorded Winter and Spring 2013 at Boy Island by Dup Crosson. Additional guitars recorded in various locations and crime scenes in Asheville, NC and Lisbon, ME by Dup Crosson, 2011-2013.

Mixed by Jose Ayerve at Mobile Womb, Summer 2013.

Mastered by Mark Alan Miller at Sonelab, August 2013.

Cover art by Brendan Bullock.


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Saint Solitude Oakland, California

Saint Solitude is the musical persona of Maine native Dup Crosson.

Depending on the day, or the song, Crosson alternates between the roles of loop artist, multi-instrumentalist, and perhaps most importantly, songwriter. He combines his favorite elements of Britpop, shoegaze, post-punk, and psychedelia into accessible and immediately appealing pop songs hereby known as BITTERSWEET FUZZ. ... more

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