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Let’s go back to our snow, there some new feet fall
Give me my hard hands, my code, we’ll practice letting them go
Letting them go
Letting them go
Letting them go
But what’s mine are paired eyes in the dark of a car,
No, it’s the soft light, the cold tiles, can I keep things so small?
Or should I call out
in some new voice
that echoes it all?
Now if I grow old - echoes
would
Find me way gone
Find my place some
Long lost day
Where I don’t know me
But if I
Keep time in tones
Hold some day close
Just one day to
Lead my way
These lines might keep me
My years breathe slow
Falling, calm, cold, in sunlight
But in night my face will be old
Some
Silver Ghost
Wasted light, land will leave my age
Hold this frame, never face away
Wasted light, never face away
Now if I grow old - echoes
would
Find me way gone
Find my place some
Long lost day
Where I don’t know me
This Fall is our last day
Hours slur my tones, as leaves start to go
But I’m not that fawn you saved
Caught in the past games of a gold age
No, I’m not a follower anymore
Leave me my parts, leave me my home and I’ll be one
Or am I just this colder ache
Caught in the past days
Of some new mistake
Five
shores I let pass away, scars in my bed they, hold me from miles away, hold me just once today
I lost my own name
Caught in some fragile aims
of a calling
am I calling
am I calling
til I’m sold
am I sold
This Fall is our last day
Hours slur my tones, as leaves start to go
Nights go again in my mind ––
Will you hold my face in your eyes
Father’s stark awareness of time
Means this new age is not mine
Can we hold on days at a time
old places safe in your eyes
remember, say that you’re fine
remember, say that you’re fine
Eight-hundred-sixty days of our lives
Eight-hundred-sixty days we’re alike
We were long New York boys and I
Kept our love, small safe silver dimes
Can we hold one age at a time
keep places awake in your mind
remember, say that your fine
remember, say that your fine
We were 18, then 35
You were able then so was I
Drove minutes in cold road light
Till you’d found new love, so had I
Can we hold one space at a time
old places safe in your mind
remember, stay you and I
remember, stay you and I
I’ve got your records on in my head
Each note reflects, my skull bends and bends
Your melody was so like me then
No competition for my close friend
Can we hold one age at a time
Keep places awake in your mind
remember, say that your fine
remember, say that your fine
I know your face more than I know mine
We’re the same, but now who am I?
We were long New York boys can time
Hold our love, kept safe in one mind
Please just hold my place, say your fine
Keep these worn out moments of light
remember, stay you and I
remember, stay you and I
Well, scars say this mind isn’t gone yet
And I won’t give thought to what things we lack
So give me light, give me your light x4
If New York’s long lost to a new page
Then we can find boyhood in old age
So give me light...
But I still know each word, every look you gave
How could I explain all of those days?
You say:
John I’ve given you my whole life,
but now every loved light is leaving just to pass
by
No
I’m not that old, I’ve got time to be alone,
So please don’t call my name this first of
long nights
Now thirty years have gone away, this home we made, each footstep paved with Christmas games and sons we’ll separate
how will I find myself when you’re away?
start again or is this life a waste?
this ghost just stares at me in the same way
I’m still alive
this room’s filled with warm light
It will find
it will find
it will find me
Mind’s singed mesh of wire ––
the first sign of new life
I will find
I will find
I will find me
And I’ll make new noise
find calm for our daughter
It will find
it will find
it will find me
Alone isn’t lost
alone I’m with others
I will find
I will find
I will find me
Let’s stay
caught in Hope’s former tides till
i’m lost
letting go, getting older
afterlight
after light
(6)
This love's past
silver ghosts on our shoulders
but I'll last
Fall will come, give another
afterlight
after light
(6)
and every night
if I can’t wake new fires
i’ll be following lost days and
if I can’t leave loves behind
i’ll be following lost days and
i’ll be following lost days and
i’ll be following lost days and
i’ll be following lost days
no lost days
no lost days
some
afterlight
after light
(6)
about
Each track on glint, Stolen Jars' visual EP, starts with an impossibly small sound – a keyboard briefly glimmering in warm light, a finger sliding down the neck of a guitar, a chord strummed with just enough space in between the strings that each note sounds alone.
These are the small spaces from which Cody Fitzgerald starts. Fitzgerald, the group's songwriter and center of gravity, started writing as Stolen Jars in 2011, and in its evolution his small and intricate introductions have grown into full and powerful statements. glint finds beauty in brief moments of reflection, elongating them with deft chamber orchestration, sorrowfully penned lyrics, and vocal performances from Fitzgerald and collaborator Molly Grund that guide each track from tension to reconciliation and back again.
Following the success of 2015's sophomore LP Kept – NPR's Bob Boilen named Stolen Jars as one of his top ten bands to watch at CMJ, the Deli Magazine featured the band on the cover of its CMJ issue, Stereogum and Consequence of Sound premiered the album's singles, and the Village Voice ran a feature on the the band's songwriting practice – Fitzgerald sees glint as a lens for his collaborative process. A constellation of musicians orbits the band – vocalist Molly Grund, drummer Matt Marsico, guitarists Connor McGuigan and Peter Enriquez, and keyboard players Grant Meyer and Max Finkelstein make contributions to Stolen Jars and push the band's energy to its outer edges during live shows.
glint, thematically unified along lines of loss, reflection, and renewal, breaks apart into different visual interpretations. Each track on the EP plays alongside a composition from different video artists, animators, choreographers, and directors – Evelyn Ross for "Eliot," Jenelle Pearring and Nora Alami for "Gold Age," Abie Sidell and Felix Handte for "Long New York," Marissa Goldman and Blaine Dunkley for "Gone Away," and Henry Chaisson for "Afterlight."
Alongside his work with Stolen Jars, Fitzgerald has a publishing deal with SONGS Music Publishing and a burgeoning film scoring career, including credits on feature films The Rewrite and Hard Sell, and Open 24 Hours, a short film that premiered at Cannes in 2015. Music from Stolen Jars has also appeared in film (How To Be Single) and TV spots (Apple's "Do It All" iPad commercial).
As Stolen Jars moves forward, it becomes both more frenetic and more precise. Small sounds become larger, Fitzgerald's compositions grow ever-more intricate, and different collaborators bend the project in new directions. glint may hone in on little moments, but Stolen Jars' future is very big.
credits
released April 7, 2017
Music and Lyrics written by Cody Fitzgerald
Vocal melodies co-written by Molly Grund
Recorded and produced by Cody Fitzgerald
Mixed by Eli Crews at Ham Radio Hobby Room, Brooklyn, NY
Mastered by Jeff Lipton at Peerless Mastering, Boston, MA
Assistant Mastering Engineer: Maria Rice
Album Art by Molly Grund
Video Credits:
Eliot:
Directed and Animated by Evelyn Jane Ross
Gold Age:
Directed by Jenelle Pearing
Choreography/Dance by Nora Alami
Production Management by Emma Bregman
Long New York:
Directed by Abie Sidell
Cinematography by Felix Handte
Gone Away:
Directed by Marissa Goldman
Cinematography by Blaine Dunkley
Afterlight:
Directed by Henry Chaisson
Cinematography by Cole Moore
Wardrobe by Katharina Windemuth
Produced by Supreeti Sharma
Thank you to Molly Grund, Connor McGuigan, Matt Marsico, Grant Meyer, Peter Enriquez, and Max Finkelstein for being an essential and wonderful part of this thing with me and for transforming this music live and adding so much to it as it is created, thank you to Rachel Nigro, James Rainis, and Dylan Farrell for being the most helpful humans, thank you to Tristan Rodman, Clyde Lawrence, Sam Sander Effron, Patrick Orenstein, AJ Mezoff, and John Ribbans for playing some of these songs live with me for the first time ever, thank you to everyone at Missing Piece Group for the support, thank you to everyone who played on this thing, made videos for this thing (seriously oh my god such beautiful and unreal work), and who generally helped to make this thing happen, thank you to everyone who is listening to it now (!), and finally thank you to my family and my friends who make this whole making music thing worthwhile
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