Christian Dionne

Christian Dionne

BandFolkSinger/Songwriter

Folk without the country, indie without the band; my music is a hodgepodge of feelings and offbeat wordplay put to a pretty tune.

Biography

I've been writing music now for five years, I'm eighteen by the way, and am fairly proud of where I am. I suppose my basic theory/goal as a musician is as follows: I want people who listen to my music to feel what I felt when I heard the artists that inspired me to write, still inspire me today. As a performer I do still have a long way to go, I would very much like to get together a band and have a vastly different direction aside from what I do now. Until then, I'm a single acoustic act, rather quiet, but possibly entrancing...on a really good day.

Lyrics

Boxes

Written By: Christian Dionne

Argumentative thoughts aside, the color scheme just seemed to hide your candor
Even as the sounds collided, I wasn’t sure if you would’ve classified it as banter
I like to think that the slower we move someone is carefully panning in adoration
And once we make this home less square, you’ll find the need was never there to binge on solutions

And as we scaled the rooftops, the easy foam beneath us felt to fall out
Leading up the rain-tracks, pushing through the coldasacs all night
Should I dare to be so selfish as to think you might agree to aging gracefully with me
By checking yes or no in the designated box below

Stale padlocks and stairs aside, your modesty seemed to override my skeptics
Even as the doors collided, the dust had settled just the way we left it
I like to think that the faster I speak, my ‘R’s and ‘M’s won’t slur into your breathing
And once we make this home less square, you’ll see my hand was always in the north-east direction

And as we scaled the rooftops, the easy foam beneath us felt to fall out
Leading up the rain-tracks, heaving through the coldasacs all night
Should I dare to be so selfish as to think you might agree to aging gracefully with me
By checking yes or no in the designated box below

New plans and planes aside, expansion seemed to undermine containment
Even as our hands collided, I wasn’t sure if you’d have classified it a gesture
I like to think that the faster I climb, the rungs that fall beneath don’t take me further
And once we make this home less square, you’ll find our house was never there

Discography

The Disintegration EP