OMG THIS IS SO GOOD WHAT I LOVE THIS PERSONS VOICE

this is legit the best thing ever, I have been blessed

omg this is amazing I could listen to this for hours

alternative folk is such an awesome genre and has amazing musicians/singers. you've got yaelokre, sparkbird, rabbitology, the oh hellos, the crane wives, fish in a birdcage, the family crest.. i could go on and on lol

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 - Seth Bernard - Rachel Gorman
Savannah Buist - Katie Larson

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
Album Design and Layout by Bill Chesney

Thank you to our loving families and dear friends, Ian & Rachel Gorman, Glenn Brown, Rebecca Green, The Accidentals, Seth Bernard & May Erlewine Bernard, Steve Leaf & the Ex Pats, Joey Schultz of Chickenbach, John Campos, Kris Kessel, Sean, Sarah & Arlo Lamborne, Tyler Rehm, 88.1 WYCE, Matt Jarrells, John Sinkevics at Local Spins, Emily Fox & Michigan Radio, Kevin Romeo & Rhino Media, Joey Basch, Josiah Barber, Amber Buist, Josh Gibson, Bill Chesney, Leah Pillsbury, Mark Sturr, Lindsay Lou & the Flatbellys, The Appleseed Collective, Joy & Tim Lago, Marianne & Jim Fischer, Carmen & Javier Vargas of Mi Pueblo in Kalamazoo and Edith the Kitty. Thank you to all of the people who have welcomed us into their homes, fed us a warm meal, or shared with us their stories. 

Special thanks to our PledgeMusic contributors. This album would not exist without the help of our fans! We are grateful for your support and humbled by your loyalty.

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Lyrics:

Always the artist
Never the muse
Crave your attention
You don't have a clue
Keep locking eyes from across crowded rooms
Did you catch my glance or were you looking too?

Always the poet
Never the poetry
Wanna be somebody you only see
Once in your life but remember forever
Eyes sharp as knife
Hair soft as a feather

Compare me to a
Summer’s day
Something romantic
Yet charmingly clever

I-
Wanna become all of the rays of the sun
Shining down on your face on a warm day
I wanna be the fresh ocean breeze
Fall to your knees at my feet
And beg me to pose
Beg me to be
Your Euterpe, Erato, Terpsichore
Write of my smile, sculpt me in clay
Use every metaphor you can to say that
I’m your muse
See me the same way that I see you
I’m your muse
See me the same way that I see-

You
You
You

Always the viewer
Never the view
Never the messy
Yet sweet ingenue
Romanticize me
Fantasize about all the ways I’d ruin your life
We keep locking eyes from across crowded rooms
Did you catch my glance or were you looking too?
Overthink every time that we speak
Then write up a song dedicated to me

I-
Wanna become all of the rays of the sun
Shining down on your face on a warm day
I wanna be the fresh ocean breeze
Fall to your knees at my feet
And beg me to pose
Beg me to be
Polyhymnia, Clio, Urania, please
Write of my smile, sculpt me in clay
Use every metaphor you can to say that
I’m your muse
See me the same way that I see you
I’m your muse
See me the same way that I see-

You
You
You

Guess this is what I wanted
What I set out to do
So why do I feel so small?
A fly on the wall?
Someone just notice me
Don’t let me only be
Just what I guess I wanted
Stuck in a bird’s eye view
Tell why do I feel small?
A fly on the wall?
Someone just notice me
Don't let me only be

Always the artist
Never the muse
Crave your attention
You don’t have a clue
Romanticize me
Fantasize about all the ways I’d ruin your life
Sailor and siren
Just drown in my eyes
Something erotic
That gives butterflies
Call me your pearl
Your sweet Gibson girl
I’m selfish, I’m vain
Just say I’m your world

I wanna become all of the rays of the sun
Shining down on your face on a warm day
I wanna be the fresh ocean breeze
Fall to your knees at my feet
And beg me to pose
Beg me to be
Your Calliope, Thalia, Melpomene
Write of my smile, sculpt me in clay
Use every metaphor you can to say that
I’m your muse
See me the same way that I see you
I’m your muse
See me the same way that I see-

You

Never The Muse

Stream

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)

Preybirds

Preybirds (The Watched Version)

The Light That Comes Through

Living Ghost: Still Rising

Stranger

(Verse 1)
L'isolation me donne faim,
Dois-je retourné aux instincts primales,
Donne moi t'es mains,
Apprends a dompté les mygales,

(pre-chorus)
Tout les echos de mon esprit pleure,
Tes mensonges sont taché de sangs,
Tu as abandonné toutes tes couleurs,
Tu es totalement impuissant,

(chorus)
Tu chasse par plaisir,
Tu es un animal, un animal,
Tu tue par plaisir,
Tu es un animal, un animal,

(Verse 2)
Tu es la victime,
La victime de mon amour,
Crois tu en etre legitime,
Aujourd'hui c'est a mon tour,
Je me cache dans un coin,
Une déesse me chuchote son discours,
Je t'ai poussé sur le champ de bataille,
Tu ne peux plus faire demi-tour

(pre-chorus)
Tout les echos de mon esprit pleure,
Tes mensonges sont taché de sangs,
Tu as abandonné toutes tes couleurs,
Tu es totalement impuissant,

(chorus)
Tu chasse par plaisir,
Tu es un animal, un animal,
Tu tue par plaisir,
Tu es un animal, un animal,
Tu es un animal, un animal,
Tu es un animal, un animal,

(bridge)
(as-tu peur)
(de rever et d'aimer)
(te plonge tu dans des cauchemars)
(des millions de voix, des reves muets)
(ou l'espoir reste si incomplet)
Dis le, dis le
Tu es un animal, un animal, (Ooh)
Tu es un animal, un animal, (oh)
Tu es un animal, un animal, (OOh)
Tu es un animal, un animal

(chorus)
Tu chasse par plaisir,
Tu es un animal, un animal,
Tu tue par plaisir,
Tu es un animal, un animal,
Tu es un animal, un animal,
Tu es un animal, un animal,

Tu chasse par plaisir,
Tu es un animal, un animal,
Tu tue par plaisir,
Tu es un animal, un animal,
Tu es un animal, un animal,
Tu es un animal, un animal,

Animal

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.

Preybirds (The Watched Version)

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