1. |
100 ghosts
02:42
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no one knows cuz i don't show it
& no one helps
cuz i don't want it
i speak with 100 ghosts
& if i say "life's a trap"
aint no god gonna
change my mind
i came here in a strange way
i'm a silver balloon
hardly a reflection
i burst to fire
i burst into fire
it makes me better
i burst to fire
& i don't wanna hide pills
in a black glass jar
i don't wanna hide pills
from lover girl
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2. |
silver girl
03:25
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girl your command of language
has got me sprung
you express yourself
just like joan didion
but you're not some snob
you're down to play stupid too
i feel hella stupid
when i talk with you
cuz i like you
secretly
i wanna blow you a kiss
i wanna kiss your neck
you're so sorta dreamy
i love your fashion sense
wish you were out here
swinging with me
in the winter sun
cuz these clouds are so silly
i gotta tell someone
& i like you
so you're who i'd tell
& you'd listen
cuz you're open
silver girl
we had so much fun the other night
laughing, sharing a bottle of tanqueray
seems weird
i was thinking about becoming a ghost
earlier that day
hey i aint gonna do it
but the thought it follows me
what i'm trynta say
is that it was nice to have some fun
instead of always having misery
now you probably think i like you
eerily...
it's not like that
i've always felt sad
i just think you're funny
thanks for making me laugh
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3. |
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i'm not much of a charmer
just a boy who grinds his teeth
the boy who grinds the coffee beans
she sees me underwater
when she skates my icy creek
& she wonders what the blade marks mean
the season of the snow man
the season of the pine tree
weeping needles fresh
from winds beating
as a blanket i am fleeting
as a mirror she's lost to me
& i'm sure her scarf & mittens disagree
tell me what am i supposed to say
when you're kissing me awake?
just before you're crying
"i should leave"
cuz you're ashamed?
sometimes we're both no good
so go on run
cuz all them dolls got eyes
& could illustrate them pretty
my love her eyes
go unadorned
& see right thru me
i cannot avoid
clear thoughts of morning
if she wants to leave me
she should leave me
without warning
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4. |
love don't come
03:14
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these golden ideals
yes they come & go
but the wildest spirits
spring up from the catacombs
to scratch & sting
i flatline
i wanna curse them demons
but the truth is that they're mine
no
love aint the same
it could never be
cuz our arms take home stray limbs
these days just to get to sleep
we try to make love
but love don't come
sweet virtue virtue
gone out the door
& down the hall
left me lying on a pillow
casting shadows on the wall
i could've never seen myself
so eager to dissolve
when i was just a dreamer
before the alcohol
before the fall
we try to make love
we just fuck
& love don't come
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5. |
do a little dope
02:13
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if all that's left to be done is die
might as well do me a little dope
before i'm leaving
if all that's left to be done is die
might as well do me a little dope
before i go
the devil he aint waiting on no angels choir
he's down in the parlor having him a smoke
he chuckles; "take your time"
the devil he aint waiting on no angels choir
he's down in the parlor having him a smoke
says he's gonna show me how to tie that rope
& walk me down the line
no more singing
commence to swingin
here i go
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6. |
intermission
03:09
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do you realize how late it was
when we hooked up last night?
cassette tape playing opera songs
auto flipped to the b-side
this was supposed to give me life
now i'm buried in your cemetery
3AM reading poetry
& you still had shoes on
i felt like i needed you close to me
so i scooted in
sitting cross legged style
i don't remember the words i said
before you kissed my lips
but everything after that
was weird eye contact
& a tangle of limbs
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7. |
cemetery
03:00
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do you realize how late it was
when we hooked up last night?
cassette tape playing opera songs
auto flipped to the b-side
this was supposed to give me life
now i'm buried in your cemetery
3AM reading poetry
& you still had shoes on
i felt like i needed you close to me
so i scooted in
sitting cross legged style
i don't remember the words i said
before you kissed my lips
but everything after that
was weird eye contact
& a tangle of limbs
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8. |
dope girl
02:59
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aint no time to cry, no
bundle up
it's getting cold
life strikes me as quite mysterious
black widow on a black cross
the departing saturation
oh the great faith
that i've lost
dope girl
she's coming to my house
death grip
she won't let me out
kick flip skater punk
running his mouth
i'm her hostage
8 legs in a wedding gown
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9. |
cement
04:03
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lights of houses
sparkling in the darkness
i'm lost & i'm forgotten
i need your affection
i need you now
cuz the grinding sound the
world makes among the pink dusk
hurls me through doorways
that lead down black hallways
forevermore
& my mind's cement
there's so many things
i can't forget
my soul's a wreck
from the silver thrill
never said sorry
i just up & left
shadows taunt me
they speak of endings
with no beginnings
until the light can make
the worst of it known
how do you do?
i'm so confused
i feel uncool
howling at the yellow moon
i wish i was telling you
the truth
never said sorry
i can't, never will
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