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Epic songs

A song to listen to while the lavender spokes whistle against your arms on some fine, June day as your lover sleeps beside you, unaware of the gnats kissing their cheeks.

Lyrics:
Mmm, mmm,
(Gloria, Gloria, Gloria, Gloria)
Night is nuzzling, downy
(Gloria, Gloria,)
The lady's sleeping soundly
(with Eloria, Eloria)
Twitching, forehead frowny
(Gloria, Eloria)
Light is nuzzling down on (you)
(Eloria, Eloria)
My lady's sleeping soundly
Night is nuzzling down on you

Eloria, Eloria [June Demo]

Fish in a Birdcage

Rule #4 - Fish in a Birdcage

my heart has leapt out of my chest, all to deliver this song to you, my valentine.

lyrics:
how is it the more i learn to loathe you,
i learn i still loved you more
—with all of this hate that’s weighing my heart down—
than you ever did, when I still thought you were pure?

true, a valentine has its smoothness and its edges,
but I never knew love to hold all these rough patches.

...valentine, stop being my tragedy
valentine, you’re ripping my heart from me...

how is it the more i learn to loathe you,
i learn i still loved you more
—with all of this hate that’s weighing my heart down—
than you ever did, when I still thought you were pure?
true, a warmblooded fool can flow and can ebb,
but i never knew love to hold all these distresses!

...valentine, stop being my tragedy
valentine, you’re ripping my heart from me...

O Valentine, My Tragedy [December Demo]

A song from the 2021 archives... hated it back when I wrote it, but after some cleaning I think she's ready to go out into the world!

Lyrics:

Bundles could never warm me up,
by God, even the sun won’t do;
I shiver asleep with dreams to be
a living pyre among the spruce.

I’ve heard word of a forest aflame, how a flare eats at lamb’s wool—
hair soaking thick with gasoline, I’ll hail this hearth my home.

My Momma met a doctor once,
who diagnosed me as a ghost,
‘cause no flame too harsh, nor glacier cold
could pierce my stiffened soul.
But, I could never fall in love,
this body, weakened, would
keel with fever strong and rough…
even if I could.

I’ve heard word of a forest aflame, how a flare eats at lamb’s wool—
hair soaking thick with gasoline, I’ll hail this hearth my home
(hail this hearth my home)

No, I’m no kindling, nor no coal,
but it’ll light me like wood.
And I’m no hunter, nor no hunt,
but it has caught me good.
No, I’m no lover, nor no love,
yet this, I’ve mourned and chewed…
And I’m no hunter, nor no hunt
but it has caught me good.

Living Pyre Among the Spruce [2021 Demo]

This song was written and produced completely in my dorm with a $20 mic. Forgive me for the oddities it causes. 

Background:
And Eve was told not to eat the fruit, because "she would surely die." Instead, she learned information that she was not given before—she gained a power in that sense; she became the apocalypse.  What other powers are women "forbidden" from, all in the name of holiness? Maybe we should take a bite of that apple, feel some warmth from that lit match, explore ourselves, explore each other. They are baptizing the candles of tomorrow: they are snuffing flames. Why? They're scared of the heat we might just bring to the table. Mwah-ha-ha...

I digress... lyrics!!:
baptiser, baptise her, rose water, soft daughter
rectify and sanctify her, hold a moth and let it flutter
Don’t forget to floralize, don’t vocalize the smoke in eyes
Don’t don’t don’t strike.
catchin’ on that distant lie she’s gotta be divine
death-defier hanging on a burning tether line
then line breaks, spine aches, coiled snake, broken rope and Joanie chokes
they hope her perfume’s stronger than the soul

They’ll put an apple in your hand but don’t you dare bite it
A match and a wick but don’t you dare light it
They say temptation be a sin, don’t look any more behind it
That’s just how it is, don’t you dare fight it
They’ll put an apple in your hand but don’t you dare bite it
A match and a wick but don’t you dare light it
Life’s only meant to live, don’t fill it with excitement
Abstain, restrain, forgive, yeah, that’s how he likes it

Wax-dripper, flame-kisser, lost-livered life giver
Crucify and waterlog the sinner mother, sinner daughter
She could take you by surprise   
Beware the July fire ides
She’s a locked and loaded inferno with underglow she cannot know so drown that power fore it overflows
Sorry man, it’s way to late, her choice is made, the apple’s ate, the candle starts to flicker in a wicked little divine state
Rising and rising, gently respiring

she can’t let the candle burn
She can’t let the candle burn
So they’ve gotta teach her so she knows how to learn
That she can’t let the candle burn

CANDLEBURN

CANDLEBURN (Dorm Demo)

another quick piece, thrown out in basically one night before classes started back up. stubbornness and such. y'all love the more acoustic pieces so have fun

also FYI sang this entire song with a pill literally stuck and actively dissolving in my throat so bonus points for realism there (very painful would not recommend)

LYRICS:
Love: what a gentle drug
Tugs the body, cling to familiars,
Pull, no push.

Love: haunting like the moon
You strummed my guitar ‘till the strings fell out of tune
And every time I play it sounds like you

Every minute I’m away from you it gets
Easier, oh so easier,

Love: a worn-down torn-up glove
Hugs the fingers, at least where it can
Warm, not hot.

Hope: a pill stuck in my throat
Fear of the toke, my type of hope loves to be known
So stubborn I think I’ll choke

Every minute I’m away from you it gets
Easier, oh so easier,
And I mourn the mourning as it goes ‘cause
Momma raised no quitter
Let it be easier please just be easier

Love, Like a Sore Throat [January Demo]

Played by The Crane Wives...
Kate Pillsbury - Emilee Petersmark - Ben Zito - Dan Rickabus

featuring their friends…
Steven Leaf - Savannah Buist - Katie Larson - Seth Bernard
Justin Dore - Ian Gorman - Michael Dause

Produced by The Crane Wives & Ian Gorman
Mixed by Ian Gorman
Engineered by Ian Gorman & Ben Zito
Recorded at La Luna Recording & Sound in Kalamazoo, Michigan
Mastered by Glenn Brown at GBP Studios in Lansing Michigan

Artwork by Rebecca Green

Thank you ~ our loving families, Ian & Rachel Gorman, Edith the Kitty, Carmen & Javier Vargas of Mi Pueblo in Kalamazoo, Rebecca Green, Joey Schultz of Chickenbach, The Accidentals, Seth Bernard & May Erlewine Bernard, Steve Leaf & the Ex Pats, Sean & Sarah Lamborne, Arlo Lamborne, Tyler Rehm, 88.1 WYCE, Matt Jarrells, John Sinkevics at Local Spins, Amber Buist, Josh Gibson, Bill Chesney, Lindsay Lou & the Flatbellys, The Appleseed Collective, Kris Kessel, Marianne Fisher, Leah Pillsbury

Special thanks to our PledgeMusic campaign donors. We would not exist without our fans! We are so grateful.

Never Love An Anchor

My babe, replaced me with a new girl I see
Her in
The mirror, not out of jealousy but rather similarity

Oh, does she know

That when he braids her hair she looks just like me, his last lady?
Or why the corn don't grow
In the garden, she'll dig and find teeth not seeds
'Cause that's where I sleep

She don't know
Why he's got so many old ghosts

My babe's got her pruning in the garden now, poppies
She scrapes the dirt from
The souls in her boots, the buried bodies
He never means it when he says he's sorry

When he finally blows
I pray she won't forgive easily like me, that she can gnash her teeth
So she can throw
What's left of him upon his pile of dirty laundry
As she wipes herself clean
After this new girl, there will be no more
Old ghosts

He taunts my spirit every day with his new, new girl
Does she know that he too was once my world?
Just as well-behaved with my lamb-like grace
Belly-up in the beast that I thought I could tame
I wanna raise the dead just to play with his head
It's a shame that he'd make her clean his mess up instead
I wanna set her free, and say she's not alone
When her peripherals make him a devil
But I'm just an old ghost

New Girl, Old Ghosts

The Bog Bodies

The Bog Bodies (Acoustic Dorm Demo)

Lyrics:

If the double-row eighteen-cylinder
Air-cooled radial engine
Is not enough to tip you off
Before he slips you off the needle
Drops you into unstitched space
The wasteland which henceforth
Shall be referred to as “your place”

The captain lives by the sword
And the captain loves by the sword
When the captain dies by the sword
He'll leave you trapped in the cockpit
Crying out "Mayday!"

When a Scissor-tailed Flycatcher aerial courtship
Nosedives in a blitzkrieg from that Whiskey Delta
You can tell the backyard bomber
Never helmed a cargo crate
He croaks out undoing and doom
To the wishful safety net
You jeopardized your life to loom

The captain lives by the sword
And the captain loves by the sword
Once you elope with the captain
You'll leave on a sordid honeymoon
Trapped in the cockpit
Crying out "Mayday!"

Always the last and never the least
Always the fast and never the feast
Always the cult of domesticity
Always the jolts of electricity
Always surpassed and never decreased
Always amassed and never released
Always the past controls your mind
Never the peace you hoped to God you'd finally find

The captain lives by the sword
And the captain loves by the sword
And when he dies by the sword
He’ll reward you for your obedience
For your countenance has woven in at every turn

Even as the back, even as the back
Of the hand
Even as the back, even as the back
Of the hand still burns
Even as the back, even as the back
Of the hand still burns
From the last airstrike

Credits:
Music and lyrics - Stephan Nance
Piano/vocals/backing vocals - Stephan Nance
Programming/bass guitar/guitars/banjo/organ/keys - Josh Frigo
Violin/viola/cello - Yoed Nir
Double bass - Jeni Magana
Trumpet - John Lake
Trombone/bass trombone - Becca Patterson
French horn - Meredith Moore
Piccolo/flute/oboe/clarinet/bassoon - Josh Plotner
Percussion - Mathias Kunzli
Drums - Aksel Coe
Orchestral arrangement - Josh Plotner
Vocal recording engineer - Adam Sweeney
Mixing - Josh Frigo
Mastering - Alex Dobbert
Artwork - Rebecca DeMoss
Graphic design - Chad Lowe

Mayday!

Preybirds (Watcher Song)

Living Ghost

Intro (Living Ghost)

The Light That Comes Through

Ive_tried

The Crane Wives - Hollow Moon

The Crane Wives - Take Me To War

a lil bit folk, a lil bit cosmic, a lil bit whatnot... 
songs for the winged, moss-clad being that climbs through my window every blue moon and demands MUSIC.

Intro (Living Ghost)

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