Annie Clark
American multi-instrumentalist, singer and songwriter who performs using the moniker St Vincent.
Honey what reveals you is what you hide away.
I certainly owe a lot of awesomeness to blogs, to people who have been blogging about a show, or blogging about a single, or blogging about something. It's just amazing to me that it seems to be a nice equalizer. People don't necessarily need the clout of a big "record company machine" to put their face on a billboard. It seems more organic and honest in a lot of ways, for fans of music to be critics I suppose.
While Jesus is saving, I'm spending all my days
in backgrounds and landscapes with the languages of saints.
While people are spinning like toys on Christmas day,
I'm inside a still life with the other absentee.
I'm crawling through landmines
Just to know where you are.
A lot of the songs have a duality about them; one part is totally sincere, and there's another part that is kind of smirking and making light of it all. Or there's a very dark streak about it.
Tomorrow's some kind of Stranger I'm not supposed to see.
If you want we could go somewhere else.
Oh but I'd pay anything to keep my conscience clean.
I'm keeping my eyes on the the exit sign. Steady now.
In a really great way, you simultaneously try to take up as little and as much space as possible.
I do a dance to make the rain come,
Smile to keep the sky from falling down, down, down, down.
Collect the love that I've been given
Build a nest for us to sleep in here
You know it's real.
Her stage name was inspired by the hospital where Dylan Thomas spent his last hours. Its the place where poetry comes to die, she said, joking. Thats me."
The first thing I did when I picked up any instrument, when I was five years old, was write a song. It's kind of funny; I thought about it, statements that it's a "solo effort" it's kind of like, "Oh, well I've been doing this since I was five." I was kind of doing this before I did anything else.
All your praying moments amount to just one breath.
Please keep your victory
But give me little death.
The drug issue is hard to separate from a class issue, an education issue, a wonky foreign policy issue, and a race issue. What I do know is, be it caffeine, alcohol, cocaine, or adrenaline, let's face it: people like to get high. From Starbucks to Budweiser to your own brain, everybody's a pusher these days. If I could substitute another drug to be consumed in the country as much as alcohol is, it would be helium from children's birthday party balloons. Try not laughing when someone sounds like a chipmunk!
I love the idea that something would be whimsical, and like "delightful", you know, but also disgusting so I like this sort of, you know, a really gnarly guitar really gross, disgusting guitar and then a really a whimsical... it's one of those things you can only describe in sort of awkward hand gestures and eye motions. Imagine!
I think I love you I think I'm mad.
I enjoyed, and I tried to soak up and learn everything as fast as I could from doing any kind of music. It's good to have a gig. If you're a musician, it's good to be working.
I love doing all of it, but Marry Me is my baby, St. Vincent is my child.
What me worry? I never do.
Life is one charming ruse for us lucky few.
Little lamb, what's your plan?
Greener pastures in the sky?
It's a shame you want to die know why
Just to find you've been blinded to the greenest of pastures they're right here on Earth
For what it's worth you're not the first to break my heart.
Sticks and stones have made me smarter
it's words that cut me under my armor they say...