lionsandvultures:

Claire Cronin - For What It Is Worth

     The first time I posted about Claire Cronin’s music (almost a year ago, crazy) I thought about snowfall, and about how her music matched that feeling. Now here I am, about to spend my first winter away from Wisconsin (not a single flake out here so far), repeatedly playing her two newest tracks.

     The FOOTBALL Ep is still the hauntingly beautiful, incredibly thoughtful songwriting that I loved from her previous release. But these two, especially For What It Is Worth, have a nice anecdotal feel to them. These moments are dark, but she presents them so delicately, that I think we all feel a little better after listening.

here’s a new song // a bedroom recording, obviously

TAKE THE ROPE

take the rope from where your neck was sold
and you’ll be spinning like a top
all we wanted was your golden shoulder
so we’re gonna dig it up

you’re a silhouette against a summer lawn
your shadow doubles in the street
doing work you know is gonna split your jaw
because you take it for the team

      you didn’t need to shrug it off
      there didn’t need to be a cause
      we didn’t mean to even call it love
      when all we gave you was a round
      of red applause

     the stitch was stolen from its seam
     the river vanished into steam
     and you won’t ever have to eat or breathe
     you’re just a statuette
     you’re just a silver sheen

claire cronin

CARRYING CLOSER

if I could recommend a way to spend your time
then you’d be chasing down the killers from your first life
and I would travel every road that you’ve crossed, twice
and take the freighter to be with you in your gold mine.

well it’s the desert tar, the ink of stars and light
that paints the sky above our city in this cold shine
and under different stars we’d let our bodies twine
and brace our hips against the current where we’ve been tied.

we’ll linger on and on and on and on all over.
telling me oh and oh and oh and oh all night.
but if I break, i’ll still believe
your mouth in mine, teeth to my teeth
shoulder to shoulder, carrying closer.

if all the summer and the singing leave your sleep
you’ll find you’re waking in the weather of your bad dreams.
when all the words we wrote in water start to steam
then we’ll be lifted from the language of our memory.

we’ll linger on and on and on and on all over
telling me oh and oh and oh and oh all night
but if I break, i’ll still believe
your mouth in mine, teeth to my teeth
shoulder to shoulder, carrying closer.

(claire cronin - 1/2012)

trying to come up with a sad version of this for SAD BRUCE SPRINGSTEEN COVERS project

(Source: tete-pownshend)