Her overnight success might not come as a surprise to all, as Rosinkranz has been writing songs since she was 8. Filling notebooks and iPads with lyrics, turns of phrase, and poems, the homeschooled artist would spend hours writing lyrics to songs that didnβt exist yet. Sometimes, sheβd help her musician father, Ragnar, with melodies and lyrics for songs heβd been tasked to compose for TV shows and ad jingles.
Claire describes her style as alternative blues-pop, equally as inspired by early influences (like The Beatlesβ Help!, Frank Ocean, and the Jack Johnson songs the family would listen to around the house) as it is by the singer-songwriterβs contemporaries, like Benee, Bruno Major, and Still Woozy.
Claire traffics in lo-fi songs with intricate yet totally relatable lyrics about friendship, crushes, family, and feelings. They plumb the depths of the human condition in very short bursts, exposing the songwriterβs remarkable emotional maturity and strong, singular grasp on her sound. Narratively, tracks like βTough Guyβ and βSeriouslaaayβ follow Claireβs stories from start to finish while Ragnarβs clean, crisp production buoys his daughterβs crystal-clear vocals. βHe totally captures my vision and if I donβt like something, Iβm not afraid to say it,β Claire says of her dad. βBecause weβre able to communicate so well, the process happens so quickly.β
The βstar of the show,β Claire says of her catalogue, is βBackyard Boy,β the final song she wrote for the EP and one that grew legs of its own shortly after release, achieving massive viral success all on its own. βI was getting DMs from people telling me that βBackyard Boyβ was doing really well on TikTok,β she remembers. βThen, friends started texting me. Then more people were texting me. So I opened TikTok and I had 300,000 videos under the song and realized, βOh, this is a thing!β
Signing to slowplay/Republic Records in 2020, Claire realized the work and dedication sheβd been putting into music for half her life was coming to fruition. In August, she shot the βBackyard Boyβ music video but kept things close to the family, as sheβs done for years (itβs directed by her uncle, the first AD is her cousin, and close family friends star alongside her onscreen). βI think people are connecting to that song because itβs about a feeling you long for, especially during this time,β she says. βEveryone wants to have this experience but itβs something we canβt have right now because of COVID. But βBackyard Boyβ makes you feel like you can.β
Claire has spent a few years drilling down on her craft by refining her songwriting and learning to play instruments like the ukulele, the piano, and the jazz electric guitar (βthatβs the one I absolutely enjoy the most,β she says), which have helped her turn her lyrics into fully imagined soundscapes. βI consider myself a writer first and foremost,β sheβs quick to note. βIβm super fortunate to be able to sing all my songs, and I want to sing them, but writing is my favorite part of the entire process.β
Parking Lot
Claire Rosinkranz Lyrics
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Reminiscin' all the memories that we had
Streetlights burn bright on the busy street
I'm alone in the parking lot, look at me
All these eyes passing by, but I'm invisible
Is there something wrong with me, am I fixable?
I'm a lot, but I know I'm not a criminal
I'm in my head, forgot to breathe
The colors cast red, yellow, green
My heart got dipped in jealousy
I'm desperate for good company
My words just bounce back off the walls
I got no one I wanna call
Doesn't feel like I got a lot
Just me and empty parking lots
I still wear the sweatshirt you forgot at my house
When I watched you get high on pot
You got caught, you didn't hesitate to leave
Never came back, I guess that's fine by me
All I'm saying is a lot of things don't really last
I hope my future doesn't look anything like my past
Gazing up at the clouds painted in the dark
Drownin' in deep thought, just patterns of art
I'm in my head, forgot to breathe
The colors cast red, yellow, green
My heart got dipped in jealousy
I'm desperate for good company
My words just bounce back off the walls
I got no one I wanna call
Doesn't feel like I got a lot
Just me and empty parking lots
I'm in my head, forgot to breathe
The colors cast red, yellow, green
My heart got dipped in jealousy
I'm desperate for good company
My words just bounce back off the walls
I got no one I wanna call
Doesn't feel like I got a lot
Just me and empty parking lots
I'm in my head, forgot to breathe
The colors cast red, yellow, green
My heart got dipped in jealousy
I'm desperate for good company
My words just bounce back off the walls
I got no one I wanna call
Doesn't feel like I got a lot
Just me and empty parking lots
I'm in my head, forgot to breathe
The colors cast red, yellow, green
My heart got dipped in jealousy
I'm desperate for good company
My words just bounce back off the walls
I got no one I wanna call
Doesn't feel like I got a lot
Just me and empty parking lots
I'm alone on the curb at 12 a.m.
In Claire Rosinkranzβs song Parking Lot, the singer is alone on a curb reminiscing about past memories with someone. The streetlights burn bright on the busy street, but the singer feels invisible to all the eyes passing by. The singer begins to question if there's something wrong with them and if they're fixable. Even though they know they're not a criminal, they feel like a lot of things about them are not right. The singer is desperately seeking good company and is drowning in deep thought. They're surrounded by empty parking lots and don't feel like they have a lot.
The singer continues to reflect on their past memories with someone they used to know. They still wear the sweatshirt that was left behind and remembers the last memory of watching that person get high on pot before leaving and never coming back. The singer is hoping their future doesn't look anything like their past full of abandoned memories.
Overall, the song speaks to feeling alone and questioning one's worth. The singer is in their head and drowns in their own deep thoughts of self-doubt. However, the song ends on a hopeful note where they are looking up to see the clouds painted in the dark and appreciating the patterns of art within them.
Line by Line Meaning
I'm alone on the curb at 12 a.m.
The singer is alone and thinking about the memories she has shared with someone.
Reminiscin' all the memories that we had
The singer is thinking about the past experiences she had with someone.
Streetlights burn bright on the busy street
The streetlights are bright and the street is busy, but the singer is still alone.
I'm alone in the parking lot, look at me
The singer is alone in the parking lot and feels like people are passing by without seeing her.
All these eyes passing by, but I'm invisible
The singer feels like people are not noticing her.
Is there something wrong with me, am I fixable?
The singer is questioning herself if there is something wrong with her and if she can be fixed.
I'm a lot, but I know I'm not a criminal
The singer thinks that she is different from others but knows that she is not a criminal.
Will I be somebody? This is miserable
The singer is questioning if she will become someone and feels miserable being alone.
I'm in my head, forgot to breathe
The singer is lost in her thoughts and forgets to breathe.
The colors cast red, yellow, green
The colors around her evoke different emotions within her.
My heart got dipped in jealousy
The singer is feeling jealous of other people who might have companionship.
I'm desperate for good company
The singer is craving good company.
My words just bounce back off the walls
The singer feels like she is talking to no one and her words are not being heard.
I got no one I wanna call
The singer has no one to call or talk to.
Doesn't feel like I got a lot
The singer feels like she has nothing or no one in her life.
Just me and empty parking lots
The singer is alone in empty parking lots without any companion.
I still wear the sweatshirt you forgot at my house
The singer still wears the sweatshirt left by someone else that reminds her of the person.
When I watched you get high on pot
The singer is remembering the time when the other person got high.
You got caught, you didn't hesitate to leave
The other person left when they got caught without hesitation.
Never came back, I guess that's fine by me
The other person never returned and the singer is okay with it.
All I'm saying is a lot of things don't really last
The singer realizes that things do not last forever.
I hope my future doesn't look anything like my past
The singer wishes for a better future than what she has experienced in her past.
Gazing up at the clouds painted in the dark
The singer is looking up at the clouds that are visible in the darkness.
Drownin' in deep thought, just patterns of art
The singer is lost in deep thoughts and sees the patterns in the art around her.
Contributed by Ruby J. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
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Lyrics if you prefer comments:
Iβm alone on the curb at 12 AM reminiscing all the memories that we had
Street lights burn bright on the busy St. Iβm alone in the parking lot look at me
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All these eyes passing by but Iβm invisible is there something wrong with me am I fixable
Iβm a lot but I know Iβm not a criminal will I be somebody this is miserable
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Iβm in my head forgot to breathe the colors cast red yellow green my heart got dipped in jealousy Iβm desperate for good company
My words just bounce back off the walls I got no one I wanna call doesnβt feel like I got a lot just me and empty parking lots
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I still wear the sweatshirt you forgot at my house when I watched you get high on pot
You got caught you didnβt hesitate to leave never came back I guess thatβs fine by me
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All Iβm saying is a lot of things donβt really last I hope my future doesnβt look anything like my past
Gazing up at the clouds painted in the dark drowning in deep thought just patterns of art
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Iβm in my head forgot to breathe the colors cast red yellow green my heart got dipped in jealousy Iβm desperate for good company
My words just bounce back off the walls I got no one I wanna call doesnβt feel like I got a lot just me and empty parking lots
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Iβm alone on the curb at 12am
(byw i'm a singer/songwriter inspired by Lauv/Jeremy Zucker. It'd mean a lot if you check out my music and subscribe,promise you won't regret<3have a great day:)
@tatiana4251
yes yes yes. i needed new music by claire. we ask; claire provides.
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Your PFP πβ€οΈ.
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Tell Claire to please heart comments π
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@@wonderbread4280 yeah :c no matter how soon we are
@lizblanco2075
Same
@tatiana4251
@@wonderbread4280 oh my god. she liked my comment. this just made my weekkkkkkk!!
@nidhimathew9848
I love the tennis ball for Saturn!
@ayeshasmiles79
same
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she be spoiling us so much ππ
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frrr π