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Cameron DeWhitt

by Cameron DeWhitt

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1.
The skin on my knuckles is cracking and bleeding; this winter is foreign, it's dry and it's cold. I fell down the stairs holding plates and glasses; my hands will not heal, though two months have passed, and it's hard to be patient with the wounds that last. I pick and I scratch; I can't leave them alone. The skin starts its stitching, but I keep on complaining, though, I call it prayer. A voice is there, saying, "See, I am doing a new thing! Do you not perceive it springing up? I am making a way in the desert! I am making a stream in the wasteland! Forget all of the former things! Do not dwell on the past; I am doing a new thing!" Your love is an illness that's growing inside you, as murderous as the love of the Lord. The wrath in your heart can flare up in a moment. Your jealousy's righteous, but you gotta learn how to hold it! The God of Abraham, Sarah, and Isaac once nursed his hate like a lonely man: (Spare us, Lord...) he'd burn to the ground whole cities of lovers (please stay your hand...) who lusted for others. Now he stays his hand, saying, "See, I am doing a new thing! Do you not perceive it springing up? I am making a way in the desert! I am making a stream in the wasteland! Forget all of the former things! Do not dwell on the past; I am doing a new thing!"
2.
Clear a Way 03:46
I keep a disheveled home; I can't afford to pay someone to get rid of my trash. I'm all empty cans and wrappers; I'm all twist ties and stains, but I'm gonna clear a way for you. I'm gonna push the mess to the sides; we can deal with it later. But you won't have to tiptoe through my house when you come. When I last cleaned my house, when I put the demon out, he came back with all of his friends. When I purge and purify, it's always in vain, but I'm gonna clear a way for you. I'm gonna push the mess to the sides; we can deal with it later. But you won't have to tiptoe through my house when you come. I heard you were coming through. I can't remember the last time I invited you in. Well, I'll be stories and excuses, I'll be bitter ashamed, but I'm gonna clear a way for you. I'm gonna push the mess to the sides; we can deal with it later. But you won't have to tiptoe through my house when you come.
3.
When I was younger, I wanted someone to share a tragic death with me, 'cause love was a dark pit. When I hadn't met you yet, I thought God was shoveling dirt on me. I'd have followed anyone into the dark those days, but I got my knuckles bruised, anyway. Your widower grandfather was missing his lover; he spent eight months as a bachelor making his mind up. He chose to stay with us when he found a woman to share his love. He was justified to wander into the dark those days, but he chose to stay behind, anyway. Love of mine, someday you will die, and I may or may not be close behind, or far ahead of you. Just know that I love you and I'll follow as far as I'm meant to. But I won't swear to follow you into the dark that day. If fear is the heart of love, then here I'll stay.
4.
Your hands, your healing hands are tender enough to make a proud back bend, a haughty neck bow. But when your fingers touch my shoulder, I want to run, I want to put up a fight. Your love, your sympathy is a burning coal. My hands can soothe with such abandon that in a twinkling you'll feel fine, when what you need is pain. My arms always outstretched to hold you when you should run, when you should put up a fight. My love, my sympathy is a blindfold. Our hands are brave and startling liars; they fashion wonders of this world, but they don't have power. When we come to it, we'll confess that all we know is how to run and put up a fight. Your love, Your sympathy is a buried hope.
5.
When we met, you were a clueless kid, you had a stupid haircut, you were soft around the edges, but you were bold, and your kisses stirred desire. When you taught me how to make love, my cheeks were hot with bright blood. But the way you searched my body had a longing, an intensity that wasn't meant for me. When we met, you were on the run, hiding from the rule books. You needed an accomplice, and I was there to dress the wounds of shame, to keep you safe from judgement. I couldn't keep you safe from justice. My healing hands were doomed to fail, 'cause in your heart's a sword and scale. It wasn't meant for me. When you left to scale the rocky peak, to meet the God of Abram, to learn the fate of our friends... You returned, your mind was full of rules, your hair was white and flowing, your face was grim and glowing. A law was written on your heart while I was trying to play the part that wasn't meant for me.
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7.
Driving into the parking lot, sharing my heart with my brother, Joseph. Choking on the sounds, tugging at the sore parts for my brother, Joseph. What awaits you at the shore line? We can find it in the valley. Keeping you at arm's length before you depart breaks my heart. Forgive me, brother Joseph. Fidgeting in the driver's seat of my care next to my brother, Joseph. Trying to talk in a steady voice is proving hard, talking to my brother, Joseph. God has called you to the Far East. But with you gone, where will He send me? You're tearing at my roots by traveling so far, but I trust your heart. Blessings, brother Joseph. Shedding tears and clasping hands in my car with my brother, Joseph. Standing in the rain where we are parked, holding my brother, Joseph, laughing at our clichéd romance, sober with the short lived closeness. Sharing you with the world is a good start for my selfish heart. Go change it, brother Joseph.
8.
Peace Song 03:41
"Lord, make us instruments of Your peace" we sang. The vibraphone, it rang the dissonant chords, arranged to unsettle the way we think about peace. "It's not an easy thing," I remember thinking. Well, it'll take more than a couple altered chords, and may well take much more before I make my mind up. 'Cause now that I am living for myself as well as someone else, I have more than I'll give up. "Lord, make us instruments of Your peace" I prayed when I heard my father say, "Measure your love this way: not by whether you would die for your lover, but if you would make another die in place of her." Well, it took more than a few words from my dad to take stock in what I had. Now I can't make my mind up. 'Cause now that I am living for myself as well as someone else, I have more than I'll give up. "Lord, make us instruments of Your peace" rings out. The courtroom silence, loud. Your mother makes a vow, "I forgive you for this thing you have done, for taking my husband from me, my daughter and sons." Well, it'll take more than a drunk man in his car and a family full of scars for me to make my mind up. 'Cause now that I am living for myself as well as someone else, I have more than I'll give up.
9.
"Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sew nor reap nor gather food in barns, yet your heavenly father feeds them" when he's not watching them fall. On highway 8, I saw your friend, so I swerved around and hit you instead. You lay there on the ground, still making breathing sounds. I chose to take your life away. "Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sew nor reap nor gather food in barns, yet your heavenly father feeds them" when he's not watching them fall. In David's room, he watched you die. Your heart sped up, then stopped marking time. You lay there on the ground, you made no breathing sounds. You had to give your life away. "Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sew nor reap nor gather food in barns, yet your heavenly father feeds them" when he's not watching them fall. I never met you, but through your sons and daughter beautiful (whose heart I've won). They tell your stories, friend, they've survived your absence, but fathers weren't meant to die that way. "Look at the birds of the air, for they neither sew nor reap nor gather food in barns, yet your heavenly father feeds them" when he's not watching them fall.
10.
I wish I could say the nightmares have gone away, that when our heads rest in one bed I soundly sleep and gently wake. I wish you could quell the terrors that shake my faith, but with you here, there's more to fear; when I'm alone there's less at stake. Now I see, the rift between what I want and what I need might never cease expanding. So if you'll help me pack my things, we'll venture through this valley and ford the rivers winding. I wish I could match your feelings with sympathy. You've tried explaining what's to gain by spending your time crying. I wish I could understand, but it's beyond me. Though my heart's cold through, I will hold you; you can have my body heat. Now I see, the rift between what I want and what I need might never cease expanding. But I will help you pack your things, we'll venture through this valley and ford the rivers winding. I wish we could say the sex has come easily, that we've been Venus and Adonis, basking in our ecstasy. I wish we could say we've earned the looks and the winks to the extent that they were meant. We're not there, but we're trying. Now I see, the rift between what I want and what I need might never cease expanding. So let's sit down and pack our things, we'll venture through this valley and ford the rivers winding.

about

Cameron DeWhitt's self-titled new record is his coming of age album. Inside are songs about first encounters with death, outgrowing childish concepts of love, the challenges of marriage, struggling with faith and coping with lasting wounds. Stories are set to intimate vocals, anxious banjo textures and hopeful cornet melodies, as well as string bass, drum set, and intricate vocal counterpoint.

Thanks to our Kickstarters for making this album a reality!

credits

released April 11, 2014

Banjo, Lead vocals: Cameron DeWhitt
Cornet: Jonathan Roberts
String Bass: Nolan Staples
Drums: Luke Bonham
Background Vocals: Erik Bay, Paulina Jaeger, Jonathan Roberts, Grace Roberts, Joseph Rourke IV

Recorded by Victor Nash at Destination: Universe!
Mastered by Gus Elg at Sky Onion

with special thanks to the following Kickstarters:
Rob Wetherington, Stephen Landis, Miriam Staples, Andrea Herling, Derald Herling, Wayne Roberts, Shirley Brendlinger, Irv Brendlinger, Ruth Walton, Mark Walton, Barbara Casteel, Joe Getz, Robert Hornak, Mary Lou Keeran, Deborah Bowman, Mark Bowman, Nicole Jordan, Taylor Townsend, Lauryn Kiara Clark, Janet Damron, Vanessa Caruso, Luke Bonham, Joanna Kelly, Tevyn East, Ashley Bowman, Steve Hoke, Ben Cocchiaro, Jonathan Ziegler, Lena Helen, Justin Hollinger, K.G. von Winbush, Debi Lemieur, Benjamin White, Rachel Galloway, Tonya Comfort, Allison Comfort, Nathan Leonard, Shari Lane, Joseph Forster, Nic Justice, Stephanie Ann Manzo, Jamie Johnson, Preston Cabe, Andy Tweet, Travis Ehrenstrom, Jessica Berthold, Sarah, Aaron Summerfield, Collin Clements, Victoria J Engelstad, Amy Kathryn McDonald, Sarah Kelley, Robin Hood, Jessica Walz, Nevin Werron, Ben Rosenbach, Gillian, Nathan Swanson, Glen Gathercoal, Marita Bay, Nathan Hunt, Dale McCarthy, Nathan, Kent Ellingson, Nicole Ellingson, Billy K Martin, Elizabeth Schallert, Jeffy Thomas, Joshua Grace, Mark A Roberts, Wayne Teske

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