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Floral Prince

by Field Medic

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yknowwhat
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yknowwhat By far one of my favorite albums. Surreal and guttural at times all bundled together with that classic indie bow. Truly beautiful! Favorite track: i want you so bad it hurts.
Brian Harrington
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Brian Harrington If Bob Dylan grew up on MySpace and had a juul. Featured here: deathbyalgorithm.substack.com/p/what-ive-been-listening-to-101320 Favorite track: i want you so bad it hurts.
keithworldpeace
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keithworldpeace simple and accessible but authentic and poetic Favorite track: it's so lonely being sober.
Josh Sharp
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Josh Sharp Lovely, thoughtful songs, just the sort of folk I was looking for. Favorite track: i will not mourn who i was that has gone away.
Mason
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Mason Putting on my cowboy hat and singing along to this shit to the moon 😔 Favorite track: i will not mourn who i was that has gone away.
walker
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walker brb bawling my eyes out Favorite track: bundle of hyacinths.
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1.
traded my creative whim for a level head & a phantom limb you know chamomile is sweeter when the sky is blushing too tell me have you ever thought of leaving your boys behind? i’ve got no concept of a savior there’s nothing I could do… there’s something strange inside me digging holes with house keys i’ve grown vulgar, vacant, & angry so patient & passive I thought that would make me wise in my mind i’m a ballerina straight off of Degas brush & when I fall I make a pretty pink mess & in my life I’m just so angry about all of everything I never got so when I fall i’m just the ugliest pale, but raging with darkness like twilight
2.
when i’m wearing high rise white denim i’m thinking about your legs i’m thinking about your eyes i wanna wake up in your arms wish you would come over to my place bring a couple of 32’s we can pretend we aint gonna fuck i want you so bad it hurts when i’m wearing your doggie earring i’m thinking about your hips i’m thinking about your neck i wanna whisper in your ear wish i could walk up 24th backpack full of IPA’s make out & miss the train... i want you so bad it hurts when i’m wearing a floral pattern i’m thinking about your shoes both your low tops & your boots i wanna watch you get dressed... wish we could break up on the beach then drive back to my house & hook up on my bed i want you so bad it hurts
3.
i swear these crows keep getting bigger hanging off the fence post together nothing’s moving, there’s no winter drawn to thrill drawn to surrender but somewhere deep inside my memory there’s a kid with a neck so slender capsized & ten years later his arms are tattooed he looks like a sailor but i will not mourn who i was that has gone away now he’s assumed relaxation’s posture so everyday he’s underwater isolation, cave mouth darkness he’s trying to say something it makes no sense but somewhere deep inside his memory there’s a kid who would just go walking 24th street thrift shopping he looks so happy trying on a costume how do you perceive the morning sun? after endless days of dull repetition are you reaching out or are you reaching through? are you a ghost in an empty room?
4.
you’re filling up my daydreams you’re a spiritual salve i’m dizzy, you’re intoxicating when i see you i hear bells so i climb into the attic pull the sheet off of the canvas to paint a picture of your essence a bundle of hyacinths… this lighthouse needs a keeper it goes searching in the night i saw you grinning from the top sail letting the waves act as your guide i met you at the staircase with a pink ribbon in your hair then i lead you to the ballroom & we danced like we’d been practicing for years… you’re a wedding ceremony something timeless made of lace your music box heart’s always winding ringing a smile across your face so i climb into the attic pull the sheet off of the canvas to paint a picture of your essence a bundle of hyacinths
5.
HEADCASE 02:18
please don’t think that i hate you when i don’t want to see you i just don’t want you to see me i’ve been hiding in dark rooms going to bed early self diagnosing on WebMD i used to feel so pretty now i’ve got a complex is it supposed feel lucky when they say i’m just a headcase? my days pass in a bright blur while my mind is elsewhere i’m obsessing over who i could be if the fog would be lifting for some relief from this sickness that beats me into submission anytime i’m happy
6.
i rode my bike for 15 miles today & i kept thinking about writing a song but i had nothing say & the girl that i been seeing said “there’s a party going on, come over” it’s so lonely being sober… i’m feeling proud & my stomach’s doing better i even started doing push ups & my dick’s harder than ever but the world is far from me now it used to feel much closer it’s so lonely being sober it’s friday night & everybody’s dancing but i just can’t get in the spirit i’m just staring & toe tapping & the band’s playing my favorite song but it feels so mediocre it’s so lonely being sober… so i turn off the lights & put a match to a candle & play guitar in the flickering & make friends with the shadows but no one’s really with me & i start to feel much older it’s so lonely being sober but at least tomorrow i won’t be hungover…
7.
better way 02:35
i’m untouchable i’m a silver flame i’ve seen the future i know what’s happening & everything’s gonna be alright it’ll all be okay remember that this is your life so feeling fine is the better way reflection leaves me short of breath so i paint my mirror black there is something that i’ve lost there is something that i lack
8.
i need love like june carter love me till im sober get these pills off me & put your arms around me i need love like johnny walk the line for me boy it’s a grand old opry when you put your arms around me i dont wanna hear about the world today something bad is coming be my escape if wind means fire here comes the flame i’ll smoke u to the filter just to savor the taste i need love like oldies there are blue birds in the moonlight when i feel your arms around me i need love like monet paint me like a lily bridge over giverny when you put your arms around me
9.
light be kind to me when i wanna hide my face death don’t call to me when i long to be erased baby stay with me… baby stay life be kind to me help me live with my mistakes in my dream i’m home waking at my own pace grinding coffee bean & boiling water breaks the silence getting dressed i watch my belly tuck into the high waist i’m older now it’s hurts me, ow owwww swore to avoid the mirror cuz one look can wreck my day tried to quell my fears then i got mugged & stayed afraid tried to make new friends but i just don’t fit i’m an abstract shape i keep myself company like Joni i live in a box of paints
10.
taking time to be a small person still the same boy bent up the ocean’s my chorus our love lays before us i’m twisted not useless… so i gotta face the page instead of cracked ribs on the pavement this retaliation’s ignorant at best & it’s no wonder why i can’t see the poetry in anything i’m a vessel for my own uncertainty ugliness swallows & shrieks like a crow while beauty fades out of the bay window god damn your ego’s gotta die a thousand times before your body goes…
11.
TRANQUILIZED 04:51
i want to be tranquilized like a mountain lion in a tracker collar put me to sleep change my batteries… & i want to be purified from the depths of this exhaustion i’ve been living in the fog i can’t feel anything & all those awful scenes flash before my eyes the hours fall away i want to be tranquilized i’m wreaking havoc on all my loved ones lives cuz i got nothing to offer cigarette butts & empty drinks asking for favors pay you back later… & i don’t wanna be put on trial but my face demands an explanation it’s easy to talk about how to be once you’ve lost all your abilities…

about

For some time now, followers of Field Medic have been piecing together clues about Floral Prince. The name has been mentioned in late night Twitter hints, secret YouTube leaks, teaser riddles, Instagram live sets, and standalone single drops. This unconventional approach paints a bigger picture for the 11-track project as a whole, set for release October 2nd from Run For Cover Records.

Part mixtape, part album, part collection, part musical patchwork quilt, Floral Prince is the latest offering from Field Medic, aka the preeminent Bay Area freak folk artist Kevin Patrick Sullivan. It’s a reflection of his unique approach to songwriting and a creative drive that can’t be contained to the traditional album format. Field Medic’s songwriting rarely slows down; even after the release of his 2019 full-length fade into the dawn and the busy touring schedule that followed, Sullivan still found himself flush with new songs and ideas. As he attempted to earmark certain songs for his next release Sullivan began to chafe at the pressures of a follow-up album.

Longing for the spontaneity of Field Medic’s earlier work, Sullivan found inspiration in what he calls the “full-time freestyle” mindset where he writes and records songs on the fly with a four-track, usually with a self-imposed limit of three takes. “This style lends itself to more off-the-cuff lyrics and recordings that communicate their point much clearer to my ears,” he explains. “It’s also fun.” The process proved surprisingly satisfying, often capturing the diary-like nature of Sullivan’s songwriting more accurately than some of the music he’d been poring over. “The songs born from this method aren’t always ‘hits,’ he says. “But they feel much more important to me…closer to how I really feel.” Some of these charming homespun missives made their way onto the internet, spurring fans to follow the breadcrumbs towards these first glimpses into Floral Prince and the ever-expanding Field Medic mythology. “I realized the songs I was saving for another album were much less focused and effective than some of the freestyles I had been creating and subsequently leaking,” Sullivan says. “I think that’s because I really enjoyed the process of writing and recording the freestyles, whereas the ‘hits’ I was attempting to make were being approached as more of a chore.”

Floral Prince officially began to see the light of day through a series of stand-alone singles released throughout early 2020 in tandem with episodes of Sullivan’s homemade webseries, the field medic show. To invite fans further into Field Medic’s unique world of achingly beautiful melodies and conversational lyricism, songs like the atmospheric ballad “better way” and the Alex Menne (pickleboy/Great Grandpa) collaboration “talkin johnny & june (your arms around me)” were shared alongside the YouTube show’s accompanying live versions. Other tracks—like rousing opener “-h-o-u-s-e-k-e-y-z-” and the longing “i want you so bad it hurts”—were repurposed from the fade into the dawn sessions to finally find a home on Floral Prince. Elsewhere “it’s so lonely being sober” exemplifies the unvarnished appeal of the full-time freestyle attitude. The song’s direct lyrics and single-take phone recording preserve the deeply personal storytelling, relatable details, and palpable emotions that make Field Medic’s work so intimate and enthralling.

Although Floral Prince is culled from several years of Field Medic songs, its 11 tracks have a sense of cohesion that can be attributed to Sullivan’s singular vision and willingness to allow the listener into his life. “These songs were written through different seasons of my life but they all share a common theme of quiet, nagging, yet somehow defiant insecurity,” he explains. “To hear them all grouped together reminds me that I’ve always felt more or less the same way, and have had the same obsessive tendencies my whole life that have often led to self-destructive behavior. Maybe this is catharsis.”

In the end Floral Prince is actually many things at once: a snapshot of an artist shaking off the perceived boundaries of his medium; a document of years of Sullivan’s life preserved in musical form; the closing of one songwriting chapter and the start of another. Or perhaps as Sullivan puts it, “All songs have their day…”

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released October 2, 2020

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