"There’s a warmth to her voice, a yearning that’s simultaneously robust and ephemeral. That’s why a song like “85”, no matter the lyrical content, feels like it has the power to lift worshipping hands skyward." - CoS EP Review
"Fresh off a buzzy SXSW run and leading up to their self-titled EP comes June, a blissful jam stocked with warm weather melodies galore. It's a harmonious blend of indie pop and lush instrumentals, and we can't get enough." - Nylon.
"You’ll hear everything from folk inspired harmonies, to driving bass drums, to grungy synths, all culminating in an arena anthem, where Cone’s roof-lifting vocals shine. So what do we call this Brooklyn trio, how do we label them? They’re indie-rock, sure. But that seems a disservice when they can shift and morph at a whim." - Paste Magazine "Best of What's Next"
"Frances Cone, a Brooklyn-via–South Carolina trio fronted by keyboardist-vocalist Christina Cone, presents a soaring blend of soul, electropop and folk. A high-gloss production job doesn't dull the considerable emotional punch of the band's songs, heard on a recent self-titled EP. This is definitely a group to watch." - Time Out New York
Mission
Frances Cone Lyrics
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There was a reader there and she told you all the things
She showed you all that life would hand you
Oh baby, there was time
And sleepin', dreamin' you were drowning in a tiny fountain
Up up so we'll go on like there is a new tone
Like we'll never grow old older than
Our mothers if she had discovered she couldn't walk on water
She couldn't love another
She couldn't love another
And slowly, wonderin' if only your naked eyes had told me
Whether we had
Missed it or if it was our mission to pay such close attention
I tried so hard to listen
We missed it or if it was our mission to pay such close attention
I tried so hard to listen
And swearing that I took advantage of mine
Our fathers learned to cry
He knew, he knew, he knew
The song "Mission" by Frances Cone is a reflective and introspective piece that speaks about the passage of time, reminiscing on lost moments and wondering whether or not they were meant to be missed or if it was all part of a greater purpose or "mission". The song opens with the singer talking about a reader who, at a time when they had lost their mind, showed them all that life would hand them, implying the passage of time and the lessons learned. The song then goes on to speak metaphorically about drowning in a tiny fountain, and the need to move on like there is a new tone, to never grow old, older than our mothers. This line speaks to the idea of seeking to embrace the newness of each day and moment, to experience something new every day and not let the weight of the past weigh them down.
Line by Line Meaning
If you think about the time that you lost your mind
Recall the time when you lost your sense of reason
There was a reader there and she told you all the things
A wise woman was present to reveal the mysteries of life
She showed you all that life would hand you
She demonstrated all the challenges life brings
Oh baby, there was time
You had sufficient time to experience it all
And sleepin', dreamin' you were drowning in a tiny fountain
Asleep and dreaming, you envisioned being drowned in shallow water
Up up so we'll go on like there is a new tone
We will progress, as if there is a changed atmosphere
Like we'll never grow old older than
We will remain youthful forever
Our mothers if she had discovered she couldn't walk on water
If our mothers learned they couldn't perform miracles
She couldn't love another
They could not invest in another relationship
She couldn't love another
They could not invest in another relationship
And slowly, wonderin' if only your naked eyes had told me
And gradually asking yourself if your own perception had informed you
Whether we had missed it or if it was our mission to pay such close attention
Whether we failed to notice or if it was our goal to observe meticulously
I tried so hard to listen
I made great effort to be attentive
We missed it or if it was our mission to pay such close attention
We didn't catch it or maybe it was our duty to pay intense focus
I tried so hard to listen
I made great effort to be attentive
And swearing that I took advantage of mine
And vowing that I exploited my opportunities
Our fathers learned to cry
Our male parents were educated to express sorrow
He knew, he knew, he knew
He understood, he comprehended, he was aware
Contributed by Jackson W. Suggest a correction in the comments below.
Ira Silver
on Heartland
If you were lifted
Lightly twisted
Oh maybe there is time to waste
Maybe we've got too much space
The bright lies of a mad man
The sharp size of a heartland
Two thousand made up plans they couldn't understand
But faithfully mine
Successfully and willingly blind
Oh we're shaking up our dreams
We are shaking out this scene
We are shaking up our dreams tonight