Clara is an opinionated, loud-mouth, sometimes vulgar, often silly, gin drinking feminist singer/songwriter living in Chicago, Il.

Risin’ up, back on the street, did my time, took my chances. Went the distance now I’m back on my feet just a man and his will to survive.

So many times, it happens too fast you trade your passion for glory.
Don’t lose your grip on the dreams of the past you must fight just to keep them alive.

It’s the eye of the tiger, it’s the thrill of the fight risin’ up to the challenge of our rival and the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night and he’s watching us all with the eye of the tiger.

Face to face, out in the heat hangin’ tough, stayin’ hungry. They stack the odds still we take to the street for the kill with the skill to survive.

It’s the eye of the tiger, it’s the thrill of the fight risin’ up to the challenge of our rival and the last known survivor stalks his prey in the night and he’s watching us all with the eye of the tiger.

Risin’ up straight to the top had the guts, got the glory. Went the distance now I’m not gonna stop. Just a man and his will to survive.

Ouachita Mountains storyteller, Songwriter, Guzzler of coffee, and lover of traveling and old dogs.