Emily Dickinson’s I’ll Clutch—and Clutch (LDN Cover) // SSC8 Poetry Challenge

SONG VOCAL Candy Loosely based on Australian singer-songwriter Merril Bainbridge, Candy was originally created with a coffee house vibe for a very sugary confection challege. Her breathy light delivery is excellent with jazz-based tunes. She doesn’t take her subject matter so seriously, can be very seductive, and knows how to get what she wants. Hear more of Candy’s voice here: https://suno.com/playlist/94ab1785-dc6f-4eb7-a728-f7772b800498 SONG NOTES What good is greed when you can’t take it with you? Emily appears to put herself in the shoes of the wealthy as a means of finding understanding why they can’t seem to help themselves in seeking more and more, yet never feeling like they have enough. Everything is a commodity: jewels, wives, their own image, even in death. This interpretation is mine. I feel it sums up the deeper truth about the political environment right now. I chose an opulent sound with glitchy elements to emphasize the showiness of the rich and wealthy, yet there are cracks that could topple the facade at any moment. The off-kilter rhythm and chord phrases indicate there is trouble beneath the surface in regards to their greed addiction. SONG LYRICS [Intro (instrumental fade in)] [Verse 1] I'll clutch—and clutch— Next—One—Might be the golden touch— Could take it— Diamonds—Wait— I'm diving—just a little late— But stars—go slow—for night— [Chorus (lush vocal harmonies with layered multi-voice textures)] I'll string you—in fine Necklace— Tiaras—make—of some— Wear you on Hem— Loop up a Countess—with you— Make—a Diadem—and mend my old One— Count—Hoard—then lose— And doubt that you are mine— To have the joy of feeling it—again— [Verse 2] I'll show you at the Court— Bear you—for Ornament Where Women breathe— That every sigh—may lift you Just as high—as I— [Chorus (lush vocal harmonies with layered multi-voice textures)] I'll string you—in fine Necklace— Tiaras—make—of some— Wear you on Hem— Loop up a Countess—with you— Make—a Diadem—and mend my old One— Count—Hoard—then lose— And doubt that you are mine— To have the joy of feeling it—again— [instrumental interlude] [Bridge] And—when I die— In meek array—display you— Still to show—how rich I go— Lest Skies impeach a wealth so wonderful— And banish me— [Chorus (lush vocal harmonies with layered multi-voice textures)] I'll string you—in fine Necklace— Tiaras—make—of some— Wear you on Hem— Loop up a Countess—with you— Make—a Diadem—and mend my old One— Count—Hoard—then lose— And doubt that you are mine— To have the joy of feeling it—again— [Outro] And doubt that you are mine— To have the joy of feeling it—again— [instrumental (fade out)]