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Easy Company

by Chris Canipe

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1.
Easy Company 03:25
Easy Company In the glass canyons With my heart in my hands Dying on 6th avenue tonight In the back of a cab On the long ride home Wishing there was someplace else to go Wherever you go You’ll be standing right here You’re always gonna be The one in the mirror So try to keep easy company In the final hours The promise slipped away The room began to list and then to sink Breaking with the news And the cold November blues The future is much closer than you think Wherever you go You’ll be standing right here You’re always gonna be The one in the mirror So try to keep easy company Kaleidoscope windows all the tvs in bars bouncing off of satellites and stars we're all together alone staring into the phone Trying to make sense of where we are Wherever you are You’ll be standing right here You’re always gonna be The one in the mirror So try to keep easy company If you live long enough You can see the arc all at once Bend and then break with the weight Of the grace that we ask Of each other and look past Only to realize too late Wherever you are You’ll be standing right here You’re always gonna be The one in the mirror So try to keep easy company
2.
Contender 02:19
Contender It’s hard to see the work Through all these wasted days All the time not spent All the decisions never made Could’ve been a contender Could’ve said what I mean Sometimes it was close Not as close as it seemed Clarity comes on Like a light in the dark Not everyone has The quick and the spark Could’ve been a contender Could’ve said what I mean Sometimes it was close Not as close as it seemed Deadlines like a fuse News like a vice How does anybody manage To sleep on through the night All the weight of the world Bearing down like a train And the 4am blues Rolling around in your brain Could’ve been a contender Could’ve said what I mean Sometimes it was close Not as close as it seemed What could go wrong keeps going wrong It’s hard to put into words It’s hard to fit in a song Could’ve been a contender Could’ve said what I mean Sometimes it was close Not as close as it seemed
3.
Other Lost Arts The end of the summer And the six minute song The days get short And the nights get long We were backed into a corner with a madman We tried to talk are way out And things just got out of hand Where all the best minds Don’t burn very bright It’s just takes upon takes In the bed by the light Of the phone I can’t put down But it’s not like anyone calls The more I read the less I retain anything at all Sincerity and other lost arts You can get pretty far With leftover parts If there's gas in the tank then there ain't not shame in believing And if you came this far You must have had your reasons The world outside is all tangled lives It’s just rock paper scissors Until they start throwing knives You better say it now If you’ve got something to say We’re in the high numbers Of our numbered days Sincerity and other lost arts You can get pretty far With leftover parts If there's gas in the tank then there ain't not shame in believing And if you came this far You must have had your reasons You get up go to work You get lost out at sea Until you can’t tell who what Or how else to be But you can count on the stars To be where they’ve always been And then sooner or later your right back Where you began Sincerity and other lost arts You can get pretty far With leftover parts If there's gas in the tank then there ain't not shame in believing And if you came this far You must have had your reasons
4.
All is Lost 04:11
All is lost All is lost And the fire’s not out All of that work What was it really about All the time that passed In a life built to last All up in smoke All down to ash All is lost And the fire’s not out All is forgiven And the fire’s not out There’s still a seat at the table There’s still room in the house It’s always gonna be now And I can’t make you stay Roads meet up with new ones Old roads fade away All is lost And the fire’s not out All is not all And the fire still burns There’s more to the story When the feeling returns All is lost And the fire’s not out All of that work What was it really about All is lost And the fire’s not out
5.
Attention cigarettes Wll the buzzing in your pocket Is pretty hard to ignore You keep feeling For fire behind the door While the world is collapsing Maybe it has always been Was it easier to process When you weren’t checking in Every 15 minutes Like you need a cigarette Made of vies for your attention That you’ll instantly regret The living room’s an office You sleep inside your desk Everyday the work gets harder And you care a little less Because it’s hard to form a sentence Let alone a paragraph With everybody shouting Let us out of here we’re trapped You’ve got a head full of garbage Like the news below the fold Try this one weird trick The doctors don’t want you to know What if nothing ever happened And you got over the fear Would the forest even fall If there was nobody to hear
6.
The Little Things The shoes by the door More than we wear The books by the bed In the room that we share Throw some clothes in a bag Take just what you need Take a good look around Could be the last time you see All these little things That make up a life Left for no one In the flickering light The crowds at the station The long lines for gas Nobody's moving It happened so fast A square on the board A dot on a map All the lives that we lived We'll never get back All the little things That make up a life Left for the ghosts In the flickering light The way the air moves Through you like sparks Lifted and left there Alone in the dark We pass from this life Into the next We follow each other Into the west Through improvised cities On the outskirts and fields We're trapped in due process In the cogs and the wheels My kingdom for passage And a good night's sleep An eight hour shift And a peace we can keep These little things That make up a life Left there for no one Dying in the light
7.
Every Apple 02:48
Every Apple A story has a reason Like a car has wheels Take you over the rise Maybe change how you feel A song has a shape Like a piece of your mind That’s been missing It’s gonna find you in time Every day is a knot At the end of your rope You try to hold on Keep hoping against hope Every room in this house Is a piece of my heart I get homesick When we’re apart Every book has a middle A beginning and an end And when the story’s over Gonna read it again Everybody you know Is made up of stars I wouldn’t change a thing I love you just the way you are Every painting unfinished Every song unsung Every lock on the door Every button undone A song isn’t finished It’s only abandoned In an interesting place With the edges unsanded A clock has hands to give you direction To keep your body moving Section by section Every moment Has led up to now It’s an unfathomable fact That we’re even here somehow Every book has a middle A beginning and an end And when the story’s over Gonna read it again Every frame on the wall Every ghost in the house Everybody you’ve loved Is here right now Every ship on the ocean Every plane in the sky Every apple In the orchard of your eye Every book has a middle A beginning and an end And when the story’s over Gonna read it again
8.
Stars Beyond the Stars I know these aren’t the best of times But still they are the only times we’ve got So make the best be cool be kind Don’t worry much for all the things you’re not We are survivors The last in a line Our existence is miraculous After all the time that came before There are stars beyond the stars Beyond the stars beyond the stars To them we are the same It doesn’t matter much how far apart we are We are survivors The last in a line Our existence is miraculous After all the time that came before Where fishes learn to walk and talk Break each other's hearts and write in verse Build radios and telescopes See places that we’ll never know for sure Might hold survivors At any point in time Our existence is miraculous After all the time that came before There are stars beyond the stars Beyond the stars beyond the stars We owe each other everything I am you and you are me I’m sure We are survivors The last in a line Our existence is miraculous After all the time that came before There are stars beyond the stars Beyond the stars beyond the stars We owe each other everything I am you and you are me I’m sure We are survivors The last in a line Our existence is miraculous After all the time that came before There are stars beyond the stars Beyond the stars beyond the stars There are stars beyond the stars Beyond the stars beyond the stars
9.
So it Goes 03:26
So it Goes (Dissidents) The city disappears A little every day One by one we’re broken We pack up and move away In language that resembles Those dark and desperate years You learn to keep opinions Walled up behind your fears In the long going away We drink from house to house To all the lives we’ve loved and lived In the decades up to now When we meet again We’ll all be somewhere else This one’s for the dying Raise the next one to our health So we drink to all our summers When the wheat and flowers grow We scatter like the ravens So it goes and so it goes Doctors, dancers, lawyers Musicians, friends and foes Beaten down reporters Nobody wants to go But the war goes on regardless Whether not it has a name This one’s for the living Raise the next one to the shame So we drink to all our winters When the rivers froze Thick enough for crossing So it goes and so it goes
10.
This Old House The living room leans To the northeast side The foundation has a crack But it stays pretty dry The pipes upstairs Hammer in the walls And the light doesn’t work At the end of the hall How many people Have sat here By this same fireplace What were the pictures that used to hang When they looked out of this window At the same shaded street Did they dream of someone else They thought they'd be Well the river birch in front Drinks up all the water So the grass turns yellow Halfway through the summer And the walls are thick With a dozen coats of paint And the gutters overflow With a little bit of rain How many people Have sat here By this same fireplace What were the pictures that used to hang When they looked out of this window At the same shaded street Did they dream of someone else They thought they'd be There’s barely insulation In the parts of the home Where the previous owner Renovated on his own And the plants like the light That comes in from the south And the cat likes the birds That linger out there now How many people Have sat here By this same fireplace What were the pictures that used to hang When they looked out of this window At the same shaded street Did they dream of someone else They thought they'd be

about

I started writing in January 2022 not exactly sure what I wanted to make or why. Could I still write songs? Would I need a band to record them? Who would the audience be? No idea! But I wrote a lot, and these 10 songs came together from a larger batch in a way that made sense.

It starts with an election night cab ride and ends at home by the fire. They are songs about trying to process too many things at once, constantly, and falling back on the important stuff. Friends and family. Work. Making things. And the inescapable reminders that we are all in this together, tiny and insignificant. Except to one another. Wherever you go, you'll be standing right here. Go easy on yourself.

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released November 11, 2022

Written, performed and recorded by Chris Canipe at home in Kansas City. Mixed and mastered by Wil Reeves at Centro Cellar Studios in Columbia, Missouri.

Thank you, Beth and Archer, for literally everything. Thank you, Pat Kopine, for leaving that rusted and enchanted bass guitar in our basement. Thank you Wil for making my home recordings sound bigger and better than I could on my own. Thank you, listener, whoever you are.

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Chris Canipe Kansas City, Missouri

Chris Canipe was once in a couple of bands you've probably never heard of. Like Malone, an excellent three-songwriter outfit that was unpopular in Columbia, Missouri in the late 2000s. Before that, he was in a band called Paradise Vending. They weren't very popular either. He lives in KC and works as a dataviz developer and sometimes journalist. He also writes songs and hopes you like them. ... more

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