Towers

i’m not getting back home
chasing my shadow
all the houses painted gold
i’m not getting old

mourning doves line up, crow
flying patterns merge below
the streetlight and the sun alone
but I’ll stay perched in my home

if you have nobody else, take care of yourself

devil’s got his claws in close
never matters much anymore
dot my eyes in silent temples
send the word he’s back home

credits

clinton weber - acoustic guitar, electric guitar, vocals, drums
whit fineberg - acoustic guitar, electric guitar, electric bass
pat budrick - noise guitar
scott kendall - bass

Gold

Love Island

our love was built like an anchor, tied to an island for two
no bridge back home to the mainland, lost myself sinking so fast
our love we can’t appreciate when its wrapped up in a lie
i’d like to leave a kinder way then just go up and die

i know this might just sound desperate, but all i’ve got is this overture
i’ve reframed our love as a flower, beautiful but just to see
each memory blooms and decays like a star in the sky
gone but still appreciate there’s beauty and life in your eyes

credits

clinton weber - acoustic guitar, vocals, percussion
whit fineberg - vocals, slide guitar, baritone guitar, piano
jason hendrix - acoustic guitar
grace jackson - vocals
scott kendall - bass

Pyramid Scheme

are you lonely in the garden by yourself?
playing scrabble, smoking by yourself
oh, i know we haven’t talked in a long time
so it’d be real good if you dropped me a line

lo and behold, call with the bad news
how could we go on, laughing like we should?
oh, the voice on your end sends me away again
to a place where i’m known to be a liar

the way is dangerous
101 is on fire

it’s hard to discuss tender baby talk
jars of pickles, feet all knotted up
oh, i think that we should talk another night
oh, maybe that didn’t come out right

credits

clinton weber - guitar, vocals, drums
tayo norton - drums
pat budesky - guitar noise

Tender Babies

water will float
on my back
drift in reverse
i hold my breath

with a dead stare
tell me now, does it hurt?

going down
old fall river
washed into town
no one bothers

i called you up mom
he doesn't know my name

walking back
to the bare room
feet vibrate. mad.
talking shit

i think you’re awful
silence blows through the trees

credits

clinton weber - guitar, vocals, drums
whit fineberg - electric guitar
ross huff - flugelhorn
scott kendall - bass

Old Fall River

hold me out to your voice
hold me out to you
holy ghost in my head
holy ghost thank you

what i want you to know, is that when i'm not around
there’s a picture of us that i framed, keep face down

feet are soaked, toes gone cold
hold me like a lamb
before you go, turn around
before you go, come back

what i want you to know, that when i’m not around
there’s a picture of us that i framed, keep face down
what i want you to know, now that you’re not around
there’s a piece of myself that i still haven’t found

credits

clinton weber - guitar, vocals, drums, mellotron
whit fineberg - guitar
scott kendall - bass

Lamb

sleeping it off, i come to
creak on the floor, the day’s new
take a deep breath, let time through
sit on my own and love you

sit on my own and love you

take off my shoes, i reflect
not where it went wrong or what went well
stubborn to say i need it
sit on my own and love you

credits
clinton weber - guitar, vocals, percussion
whit fineberg - nashville guitar
jason hendrix - acoustic guitar
bubba wilson - banjo and mandolin
scott kendall - bass

additional help from nick casali

Sit On My Own

hold on to the sound of echo in new mexico
hold on to the canyons and confluences
like a body ripping in between
i found love in the rags of horses

I’d like to be alone in the truth with you
hold on to the things we’ve seen
like a body writhing in the breeze
i found love in a life of wonder

hold on to my surfboard
hold on to the waves that i’m riding
like a body drowning in the sea
i found love in my balance

credits

clinton weber - guitar, vocals, drums
ross huff - trombone and flugelhorn
kenji lee - saxophone
grace jackson - vocals
noah wright - cello
scott kendall - bass
patrick budesky - noise guitar

Wander/Wonder

After two decades of drumming with Chicago-area rock bands, Clint Weber now creates and performs solo. Taking inspiration from Bright Eyes, The Weakerthans, and other indie artists who grew out of the 90’s, he writes and arranges bedroom folk songs which showcase wistful guitar riffs  and soulful lyrics.

Clint’s music explores contrasting themes: change and stillness, dependence and self-determination, devastation and acceptance, togetherness and solitude, the desire for and the fear of the vulnerability inherent in being known. He draws from the space between dichotomies in a search for balance. Clint’s recent interest in dialectal thinking and relationships with the divine is currently manifesting in a newfound embrace of the darkness within. His music offers a glimpse into his inner experience, casting shadows and reflecting light on the stories of hope and regret he carries. Like many of the songs that resonate with him, his are often simultaneously soothing and heartbreaking.

His first record, to be released in 2024, is an apology, a love letter, a recognition of growth and the cycles of lessons learned. The songs include intimate memories and sounds taken from treasured moments of his past. Though cryptic, the lyrics strike a chord with anyone who has grappled with self-doubt, helplessness, and aimlessness, and speak to the introspection and self-work he has done over the course of his life.

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