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St. Vincent - Rattlesnake

St. Vincent - Rattlesnake Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: St. Vincent
Released: 2014

Rattlesnake Lyrics

Follow the power lines back from the road
No one around so I take off my clothes
Am I the only one in the only world?
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, whoa

I see the snake holes dotted in the sand
As if the Seurat painted the Rio Grande
Am I the only the one in the only world?
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, whoa

Sweatin', sweatin'
No one is behind me
Sweatin' sweatin'
No one will ever find me

The only sound out here is my own breath
And my feet stuttering to make a path
Am I the only one in the only world?

Is that the wind finally picking up?
Is that a rattle sounding from the brush?
I'm not the only one in the only world
Oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, oh oh, whoa

Runnin', runnin'
Runnin' rattle behind me
Runnin', runnin'
No one will ever find me
Runnin', runnin'
Runnin' rattle behind me
Runnin', runnin'
No one will ever find me
Sweatin', sweatin'
Sweatin' rattle behind me
Runnin', runnin'
No one will ever find me
Sweatin', sweatin'
Sweatin' rattle behind me
Runnin', runnin'
No one will ever find me

Writer/s: ANNE ERIN CLARK
Publisher: BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
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Rattlesnake

The song documents a hot day in Texas, when St. Vincent's Annie Clark went for a walk on her own on a friend's ranch. "It was a beautiful day and no one was around, so I thought, 'I'm going to take all my clothes off to fully experience this,' she recalled to The Observer. "I was having this communion with nature when I saw this rattlesnake. I took off running and when I got home had a shot of tequila."

NME asked Clark if she had thoughts of mortality when she realized a snake was lurking nearby. "Yes I think about dying all the time," she said, "and that would have been an awesome way to die – like it would suck to choke on a chicken bone alone in your apartment, but dying by rattlesnake bite is cool – I was like, 'No, not this time.'"

St. Vincent - Prince Johnny

St. Vincent - Prince Johnny Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: St. Vincent
Released: 2014

Prince Johnny Lyrics

Prince Johnny you're kind but you're not simple
By now I think I know the difference
You wanna be a son of someone

Remember the time we went and snorted
That piece of that berlin wall that you extorted
And we had such a laugh of it
Prostrate on my carpet

You traced that andes with your index
And brag of when and where and who you're going to bed next
Oh we're sons of someone's
Oh we're sons of someone's

I saw you pray to, oh oh oh oh oh, to make you a real boy
Saw you pray to oh oh oh oh oh, to make you a real boy

Prince Johnny you're kind but do be careful
By now I know just when to stand clear
When all your friends and acolytes
Holding quiet in bathroom stalls
Where you pray to, oh oh oh oh oh, to make you a real boy
Saw you pray to oh oh oh oh oh, to make you a real boy

But honey, don't mistake my affection
For another spit in penny style redemption.
Cause we're all sons of someone's
We're all sons of someone's
I'll mean more than I mean to you
I'll mean more than I meant to him

So I pray to, oh oh oh oh oh, to make me a real girl
So I pray to, oh oh oh oh oh, to make me a real girl
So I pray to, oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh, oh oh
Oh oh oh, oh oh oh oh oh

Writer/s: ANNE ERIN CLARK
Publisher: BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
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Prince Johnny

St. Vincent's Annie Clark hopes against hope to make the poor, precocious subject matter of this song, "a real boy." She told NME that the tune is a, "love letter to a tragic character and the New York downtown freak, weirdo, queer scene."

The titular character hangs out in bathroom stalls and tries to affirm himself through having sex with famous people, but is safe in the city's embrace. "It's that kind of story you don't get from New York City when you're still clutching your purse on the subway," Clark told NME. "It's the kind you get when you've proven your devotion to the city. Then she lets you in her arms."

The best known song about New York's queer scene is undoubtedly Lou Reed's, "Walk On The Wild Side," which introduced us to Holly, Candy, Little Joe, Sugar Plum Fairy, and Jackie.

Clark told HMV.com that this song began with the lyrics, "then I just had to sort of step back and go 'OK, well, what does this short story sound like? What could this possibly be in a musical sense?'"

Clark described this to Q magazine as "a fairly literal story." She added: "We all have friends, we love dearly, who are charming and hopelessly self-destructive and you intersect at some point. Prince Johnny is a friend. It's about those fabulous New York nights you only get with the kind of people flee their home towns and come to this place and reinvent themselves."

St. Vincent - Digital Witness

St. Vincent - Digital Witness Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: St. Vincent
Released: 2014

Digital Witness Lyrics

Get back, to your seat
Get back, gnashing teeth
Ooh, I want all of your mind

People turn the TV on, it looks just like a window, yeah
People turn the TV on, it looks just like a window, yeah

Digital Witnesses, what's the point of even sleeping?
If I can't show it, if you can't see me
What's the point of doing anything?
This is no time for confessing

I want all of your mind

People turn the TV on, it looks just like a window, yeah
People turn the TV on, it looks just like a window, yeah

Digital witnesses, what's the point of even sleeping?
If I can't show it, if you can't see me
Watch me jump right off the London Bridge
This is no time for confessing

People turn the TV on and throw it out the window, yeah
Get back to your stare
I care, but I don't care
Oh oh, I, I want all of your mind
Give me all of your mind
I want all of your mind
Give me all of it

Digital witnesses, what's the point of even sleeping?
If I can't show it, if you can't see me
What's the point of doing anything?
What's the point of even sleeping?
So I stopped sleeping, yeah I stopped sleeping
Won't somebody sell me back to me?

Writer/s: ANNE ERIN CLARK
Publisher: BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
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Digital Witness

This song finds St. Vincent's Annie Clark tackling her frustration that the Internet is leaving us incapable of living without documenting everything. It is the most vitriolic of several tracks on the St. Vincent album where Clark shares her concerns about the world seen through screens. She sings:

"If I can't show it
If you can't see me
What's the point of doing anything?"

Clark told Uncut magazine: "A lot of the record touches on this digital reality of total connection, and total lack of connection, where it feels like every day is an episode of Black Mirror. This record is me trying to figure out how to navigate that malaise."

Clark described her songwriting process during a Reddit Ask Me Anything as such: "I collect ideas, words, melodies when I'm on the road. When it's time to write an album, I go to work every day. 10-7. Day job!"

Clark explained the St. Vincent artwork to NME: "On each of my records, an archetype starts to emerge. On Strange Mercy it was, like, housewife on barbiturates and white wine, and on this one it's near-future cult leader. So that was that visual directive, and I also reference one of my favorite films – The Holy Mountain, the Alejandro Jodorowsky movie. In design, I'm drawn to symmetry and patterns so I wanted to create a visual world that was analogous to the music – not just analogous, but an enhanced musical language."

The music video was nominated for three UK Music Video Awards. It was directed by Chino Moya, who also did the Marina and the Diamonds clip for "Froot."

Clark took her St. Vincent moniker from a line in the 2004 Nick Cave song "There She Goes, My Beautiful World" about St. Vincent's hospital in Manhattan's Greenwich Village, where a drunk Dylan Thomas passed away.

St. Vincent - Severed Crossed Fingers

St. Vincent - Severed Crossed Fingers Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: St. Vincent
Released: 2014

Severed Crossed Fingers Lyrics

When you're calling ain't calling back to you
I'll be side stage, mouthing lines for you
Humiliated by age, terrified of youth
I got hope but my hope isn't helping you

Spitting out guts from their gears
Draining our spleen over years
Found myself with crossed fingers in the rubble there

Wake up puddle eyed, sleeping in the suit
The truth is ugly, well I feel ugly too
We'll be heroes on every bar stool
Seeing double beats not seeing one of you

Spitting out guts from their gears
Draining our spleen over years
Found myself with crossed fingers in the rubble there
Well you stole the heart right out my chest
Changed the words that I know best
Found myself with crossed fingers in the rubble there

Spitting out guts from their gears
Draining our spleen over years
Found myself with crossed fingers in the rubble there
Well you stole the heart right out my chest
Changed the words that I know best
Found myself with crossed fingers in the rubble there

Writer/s: ANNE ERIN CLARK
Publisher: BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Severed Crossed Fingers

St. Vincent's Annie Clark told Uncut magazine she got the idea for this song from a phrase in a short story by a novelist she loves, Lorrie Moore. She added: "It was such a perfect image of some hope you have that ends up, for one reason or another, in a pile of rubble on the floor."

Lorrie Moore is an American fiction writer known mainly for her humorous and poignant short stories, which have long had a cult following. Her tale of a young child falling sick, People Like That Are the Only People Here, won the 1998 O. Henry Award, which is given to short stories of exceptional merit.

Annie Clark elaborated on the song to Mojo magazine: "Severed Crossed Fingers is a Lorrie Moore reference, from a short story about a woman who reads a story in the newspaper – they're sifting through a plane crash and find somebody's severed hand, but the fingers are still crossed, and I thought that was such a great, hilarious, bleak metaphor for life."

St. Vincent - Cruel

St. Vincent - Cruel Lyrics and Youtube Music Videos

Album: Strange Mercy
Released: 2011

Cruel Lyrics

Bodies, can't you see what everybody wants from you?

Forgive the kids, for they don't know how to live
Run the alleys casually Cruel
Cruel, cruel

Bodies, can't you see what everybody wants from you?
For you could want that, too
They could take or leave you
So they took you, and they left you
How could they be casually cruel?
Cruel, cruel, oh
Cruel, cruel, oh

Bodies, can't you see what everybody wants from you?
If you could want that, too, then you'll be happy

You were the one waving flares in the air so they could see you
And they were a zephyr, blowing past ya,
Blowing fastly so they can see ya
Cruel, cruel, oh
Cruel, cruel, oh

Cruel, cruel, oh
Cruel, cruel, oh

Writer/s: ANNE ERIN CLARK
Publisher: BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC
Lyrics licensed and provided by LyricFind

Cruel

The song's music video was filmed around San Francisco and on Mare Island. It was the third consecutive clip directed by the Terri Timely directing team for St. Vincent. Speaking with NME in 2014, she recalled Cassidy, the sweet, mordant little girl featured in the clip. "She was so smart and so bizarre, she was so really special kid. I liked her a whole lot. I hope she's doing well."

St. Vincent added to The Huffington Post : "She was cracking me up between takes, wheeling herself around in the prop wheelchair and showing me how to use her Playstation handheld to take pictures of people and then comically distort their faces. Very intelligent, very special child."

The father/bereaved husband in the video was played by Bjørn Johnson, who opened Bjørn Johnson Acting Studio in Los Angeles in 2001. He has appeared in such hit TV shows as Dexter, Madmen, ER, Sopranos, Nip/Tuck, Law and Order and Criminal Minds. St. Vincent recalled to The Huffington Post that he, "instructed me on how to make the abduction scene more believable by not anticipating that he was about to throw a sack over my head."

"Luckily, it didn't take much method acting to honestly react to," she continued, "well, having a sack thrown violently over my head and my body thrown into the trunk of a car."