Clara Lofaro

Bloodline. A song for my family and friends in Israel and here. A song for all victims of terrorism, dictatorship, war and racism around the world who don’t have a voice or a chance. A song AGAINST TERRORISM OF ANY KIND and for all those who haven’t had the courage or clarity to speak out against it yet.

May we use our voices for good. May we support each other through this darkness and may it leave as quickly as it came.

Please share with anyone who needs to hear this ❤️

BLOODLINE

Oh her blonde hair gets tangled up
She got it from her Abba’s side
Yeah, that’s the name we use for Father

Yeah and all of his has fallen out
And I think I get the trauma now
That’s has crept into the corners of our love

CHORUS
So you wanna kill a bloodline
You want my daughter and her father’s kind
It’s not my hair, And they’re not my eyes
But if you want theirs, you want mine

VERSE
Walked into a Pizza Nova
There’s a singing man behind the counter
He’s from Afghanistan, been gone for 40yrs

I asked him why it’d been so long
Said they crushed them between heavy stones
For listening to music,
Why go home?

CHORUS
So you wanna kill a bloodline
For those who’ve been gone or taken for a long time
It’s not my skin, and they’re not my eyes
But if you want theirs, you want mine

VERSE
All I have is my voice
And the privilege to speak my mind
Or hide in bed under the covers

I hear the voiceless crying out
And there’s no peace among the crowd
This kind of hatred isn’t safe.

CHORUS
So you wanna kill a bloodline
Might not be yours but it is mine
No, it’s not your hair, and they’re not your eyes
They want my daughter and her father’s kind
But they’d take anyone of a different mind

Clara Lofaro, Uri Kleinman and James Cudworth - Bloodline (Live) Bloodline. A song for my family and friends in Israel and here. A song for all victims of terrorism, dictatorship, war and racism around the world who don't ...

Her little creations are masterpieces to me.

Gig face with the best MD on planet earth.

When I had a daughter, it was a dream of mine that she have a hands on, trusting, bonded, and close relationship with her father. Forget that. It was more than a dream, it was non-negotiable. Today, Uri honors that role, embodies it fully with light in his eyes. The gift reflects back in our daughter’s sparkling eyes and in mine.

The only dad back stage at her first dance recital when Mommy had to work, he was easy and supportive. Lyla would then tell me with pride that her Abba was with her when I asked how it went.

We love you, Uri. We feel cherished and supported by you every day. We have come so far in this short while. I’m excited for more of our music together, more of our family, more memories….more, more, more!

And to my Dad who helps me plant my garden every year and shows up whenever we call, thank you for wanting a bigger life for all your children.

Happy Father’s Day to all the Dads who are here for us every day! You are more important than you know!

Couple date with new friends was a blast. Thank you and Sam! Sssssooo good - the food and the stories. 🫶

What can I say, mom life is grand and my momma is the grandest of them all!

Thanks for always making me feel so loved and special Mommabear and Lylachoo.

Happy Mother’s Day to all the momma’s out there. I hope you did exactly what you wanted to today and find more room for that in general. It’s a focus for me these days! More fun, I say! More space, more time to enjoy! Bring it!

We were standing out on his porch looking up at the starlit sky in Franklin, TN and he explained how the stars we were looking at have since disappeared. It inspired the chorus to my song, STARS which is still one of my favorites.

He is the songwriter I have collaborated most with in my career. He was my brother and I had just reunited with him a couple weeks before his passing. Having a kid turned many of my friendships on their belly and I was so excited to be back in Nashville to plan future writes together again and hear how things were going for him.

Something was different in his eyes. There was a fear, his hands are shaking, his limp was worse. I tried to talk to him about it but he brushed it off blaming it on overworking himself the past few days. I called when I got home to ask again and he said he was much better, not to worry.

His passing has hit me long and hard. It’s filled with mystery and confusion. I’m so sad he was alone. That he was surrounded by so many people but didn’t feel he could reach out when he was in trouble.

I will try to share some of the songs we wrote together over time. I don’t have it in me right now.

Craig, you were my super fan since the first time you heard me sing. We went to Detroit and cleaned your dad’s house out together when he passed away. I stayed at your Nashville hideout and we traveled to LA together, did writes whenever and however we could. You were a champion for every artist you worked with and a gentle soul. I’m so very sad we won’t have that next writing trip.

Thank you for the endless memories and the songs that will keep you close. The next one will be for you. 😞

Pre-gig meditation with giant leaves.

Without fail, I light up whenever I see these two.