Laura Stevenson and The Cans

Laura Stevenson and The Cans

 New York City, New York, USA
BandFolkSinger/Songwriter

An eclectic Brooklyn outfit- Laura Stevenson writes and sings infectious melodies accompanied by intricate guitar, crumbling distortion, trumpets, and violins. This minimalist, quirky, and "sweetly cacophonous" band will make you smile or crush your soul depending on your current level of sadness.

Biography

From crippling depression to family fun! Laura Stevenson and The Cans sure have come a long way.

Lyrics

Baby Bones

Written By: Laura Stevenson and The Cans

baby bones are you cold- are you cold? gather up your scattered toes and i will hold you close. baby bones are you cold- are you cold baby bones?

a clattering of tones is throwing me off some- and often you're lonesome 'cause awful as it is we all have forgotten not to forget

anything about the way you say it- anything about the way you play it- anything about the way you say it- you say it so hollow- hello.

The Pretty One

Written By: Laura Stevenson and The Cans

caffeine and lack of real sleep- knees deep in gasoline- ask me if i'm afraid to speak- cause my words make heat. which streets the one we meet at? can't keep my feet to the beat of yours- read me from a map of the town and i'll lay my head down. crosswalk- we stop an wait for the light to change us- talk more and compensate for my silence- hands wrapped in hands we're ready- slow down baby- we got the town map handy inside our heads. and i'll lay my head down. meet me at the pretty lights time of day- when the pretty lights give me a pretty face- baby stay with me until we can't see- no more- til we can't see no more- we glowed hard now we're dark for sure- take hold of my arm at the elbow and we'll go -and i'll lay my head down. i'm always almost there.

Landslide Song/The Dig

Written By: Laura Stevenson and The Cans

rush, rush, rush- went the coal and went the water
past the tufts, tufts, tufts- snapping trees and fingers easy as all
down it comes now prepare yourself the black is gushing
up, up, up- to the windows, curtains, and the cushions
things are getting so untidy.

hush, hush, hush- if you scream then everyone will start screaming
numb, numb, numbs- frozen limbs and frozen bottoms hold you
still enough 'til you breathe in three times it will take you
up, up, up- high above your shoes and socks
now things are getting so untidy, things are getting so untidy.

broken are the backs of the shovel-bearers
smoking on their breaks cutting conversations to t.v. shows and places that they long to go
long before the dig began and long before the dig is over.

Nervous Rex

Written By: Laura Stevenson and The Cans

All the blips of the sinking ships are all sinking in to your skin
and i'm getting older as my hair goes white and i can not light up the dark. and all the violent waves.
i haven't left the house in 100 years and you haven't left yours in 100 hours
and we can't keep our hands out of our own mouths- see the horrible habits we acquire.
and all the rawest thumbs- from gnawing on them and rowing hard- you're a nervous wreck- i'm a nervous wreck- you're a nervous wreck.
and oh my stomach burns but only at night when the moon is bright- and i have dreams about bears with the reddest mouths but your arms are warm and your legs are wrapped around.
and the sound of your heart- the unsteady sound- i will slow it down.

Discography

Laura Stevenson: A Record
released in the Fall of 2008

Set List

We generally play for 30-40 minutes. Playing most of the songs from "Laura Stevenson: A Record" and few older ones. If we do covers it is usually Laura playing by herself- songs by Fugazi, Leonard Cohen, Neutral Milk Hotel, The Shirelles,... etc.