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POWERFUL LOVE
02:17
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i gotta headache
but i'm glad that i stayed up late
i think i love you
from all the way across the state
i think i know you,
i love the scar across your face
just let me kiss you
yea i believe a kiss
could make a change
i stayed up drinking
with kreider singing bout his hannah dear
but it was you that i was thinking of
as i played banjo in that rickety chair
that beer called becks it
reminds me of a haiku i wrote
& it goes:
my beverage of choice
clearly resembles the face
of powerful love
you are the face of a powerful love
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p e g a s u s t h o t z
01:49
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learned to keep your hands to yourself the hard way
now you're old enough to follow your own whims
love is something you like to take comfort in
but sometimes you want to be on your own again
no needs no wants
just thinking pegasus thotz
these sexual favors
in the mornings
make us late for our appointments
now it's past day light savings
oh my god it's spring and love is dead
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i crouch low and smoke with spiders
to keep raindrops off my head
i'm singing bout your ghost love
in reverie like you were dead
cuz i miss you already
you're the hollow in my bed
i want to be your stallion
no it's not the nightmares
from our armistice in the fall
it's just that i feel your distance
and i love you like no one before
i stalk the streets alone now
just me my gibberish and the moon
for i speak a different language
if i cannot speak with you
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GRAFFITI PAINT
03:37
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sometimes i wish that i could just
join a gang
cuz life's only as precious as
precarious
the streets are dangerous for sure
but the hood shows love
while all these well to do people i know
are cold as fuck
my love's neon & permanent
my love's like graffiti paint
my love's a crime by morning light
so my love always goes to waste
i like making rice
you like making calls
& it makes no difference
if you show up drunk to my house
& i act pissed off
it's just cuz i'm a pouty bitch
who constantly
tells heself that me's the best
cuz him is scared 2 death
so when you're happy asking he
"baby what's wrong?"
it's hard for him or i to admit
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NEON FLOWERZ
01:43
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how about this clarity?
all my thoughts burst chasing after her
neon flowerz, firecrackers.
here's why: i'm the only one who
takes this heavy
all my thoughts burst chasing after her
neon flowerz, firecrackers.
i just wanted to hurt him
i didn't want to have to
make you hear me
all my thoughts burst chasing after her
neon flowerz, firecrackers.
i'm the water
the crunch of snow
the grey moth
the paint brush.
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OTL
02:57
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i'm just hanging out at goodwill
looking for my one true love
i'm in the library reading in the aisle
looking for my one true love
i'm smoking a cig sitting on a fire hydrant
looking for my one true love
i'm drinking a tall can on the steps of a church at twilight
trynta find my one true love
i'm wearing weird clothes & feeling sexy
dressing like my one true love
so she'll know that i'm the fashion king
once i find my one true love
i'm railing percoset at the party
getting high to find my one true love
i'm hungover on the daily
come & save me one true love
i'm at the grocery store buying EBT sushi
wasabi soy sauce one true love
i'm making eye contact, smiling, then looking away shyly
hey, that might have been my one true love
i'm reading norweigen wood by murakami
dreaming of that one true love
i'm in the sunroom drunk & recording
emo & horny one true love
hey come & fuck me one true love
i'll make you breakfast in the morning
one true love
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do a little dope (live)
02:27
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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 waitin on no angels choir
he’s down in the parlour havin him a smoke
he chuckles; “take your time”
the devil he aint waitin on no angels choir
he’s down in the parlour having him a smoke
says he’s gonna show me how to tie that rope
then walk me down the line
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i don't need to see you
to feel you
noble season
i anticipate you
heavy eyelids in low light
you're a wonder
just thinking of you
sudden springtime
tell me it's true
like a feather or a pawprint
your spirit speaks to me of kinship
the only love that i believe in
you're a golden railroad
shooting thru me like starlight
your name i whisper
& it sounds like music
it sounds like windchimes
tell me it's true
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9. |
uuu
03:31
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all i ever needed was your matchstick mama,
to take my wrongs & make them right
to take my darkness & make it bright
give your old boy's cigarette a light
i want uuu to hold thru the night
i want uuu to see thru my hearts disguise
i want u
all i ever needed was your siamese kiss
to cleanse me of this spookiness
to clear the fog see thru the mist
give my sorrows a plot twist
i want uuu to stand with me thru the fright
i want uuu to swing with me thru the noontime sky
i want u
lovin you, sure makes me afraid
of losin
but i don't care, i can't slow down now
once we kissed i lost my choice to be choosin
& no one else will do
all i ever needed was your red wine voice
that comes out when it's late & we're getting close
& when i say 'let's take off all our clothes'
its because im a bumblebee baby, you're a rose
i want uuu to love me till daylight
i want uuu to wake up bundled up beside
i want u
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GYPSY DEAD GIRL
03:20
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you're good looking and well dressed
it's no wonder that you can't see me
cuz all them beautiful boyz with
sweaty smiles and straight spines
are gonna take your world and hurl it into motion
it's that vague intermission
of late afternnoon fading black
and i'm helpless
become addicted to lonliness
bloodshot eyes, night time vice
i need someone
to show my devotion
gypsy dead girl
the worst thing imaginable
you make me feel low
ah you make me feel low
in the rain and the distance
them street car lights shine like feminine eyes
but i'm cured now
i got no symptoms of youth left
my innocence was exorcised
when her love was a demon
and i was possessed
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tombstone poetry
03:39
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tell me now doll when you come around
are you gonna fight with me?
or when i lose my head when i lose my head
are you gonna light the way?
tombstone poetry
she's speaking from her grave
in a letter she sent to me
& i get it
baby i get it
in a dream i circled blue lakes
where the waves washed out our mistakes
swimming with you
tell me now doll when you come around
are you gonna fight with me?
or when i lose my head when i lose my head
are you gonna light the way?
burnt up, fallen angels
she speaks in their mother tongue
collects soldiers uniforms
& how would it feel then
to live that way instead?
among all this broken furniture
my feet rest on his ottoman
but did he love you like i do?
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not a normal boy
04:00
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today's lines they read:
i wanna get dressed up & make a scene
with baby girl
so even thru this fog that seeks
to blind my heart
i hold a torch for you
here on geneva
hope you could see it down in woodland hills
i'm not a normal boy
i need an abnormal girl
you're in me like a prayer
you hold me like a spell
you're supernatural
this future's a strange place
never hesitate to kill the pain
going broke for a baggie of novacaine
cuz i always dream the darkest fate
wind up drinking alone on saturdays
cuz what's the point of talking
when no one understands a word you say?
i'm not a normal boy
i need an abnormal world
i sing a broken prayer
i live a twisted spell
disaster natural
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prowler
02:16
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all i am's a prowler with something stuck in my palm
i was lead to your spirit at dusk by the black dogs
i awoke at midnite and i saw you perched there
i said it's feeling like a dream but it's looking like a nightmare
i had a dream i was draining your life force
my calendar was full with love for you
it's interesting this dream was a little backwards
it's really not something that i would do
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i came here as a young man
to escape the confines of my home
to a world without judgement
where the strange & unusual'd roam
it was here i was raised up
it was here that i've grown
& now all of these robots
have re-paved our streets with silicone
i can't afford a bus pass
i can't afford to eat well
if it wasn't for food stamps
i'd be back to busking in the BART tunnels
if it wasn't for charlie
out on 16th street giving em hell
there'd be no more poetry
no more stories to tell
& who are these people
in there vest in their shoes
who boast of not voting
cuz what good could it do
when they're already filthy
rich & living comfortably too
in a new condo off 22nd
i tip my hat to those
who smashed their windows
& i sing for my people
who have yet to cash in
their chips on this wonderful
place that we live in
see it's not the city
itself that's violently ill
it's just these fucking foolz
making valencia street unchill
& destroying the mission
4 every1 who lives there
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it's still you...
06:42
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i come home late
after closing the coffee shop
make myself some dinner
then get to drinking
& peter down at the corner store
the young man, our friend remember?
well, he's moving on
he don't work there anymore
i went by last night & he was gone
& i just wish i could tell you
wake up, phone call
from the LAPD
say they wanna talk to me about the theft
can't say i haven't been keeping busy
i couldn't write a song
so i tried to play that song
that we used to sing together bout sailing
couldn't make it thru the first verse
without breaking down & crying
what the hell is wrong with me...
hey i just wish we could sing it.
to answer your letter-
most days i'm doing fine
but sometimes i still get deep down dark & feeling low
but now i wear sunglasses
& a big jacket
& get so high that i can't see the bottom
it helps a little
& when it's too hard to handle
i call carlos
yeah, we talk it out..
but i just wish i could call you.
remember that time we rode the train to san mateo
& met up with my mom & her husband
she'd just found $20 on the ground
so she took us out to lunch
& it was raining
after that we said goodbye
then walked down to the tea gardens
beneath our broken umbrella
& when we got there it was closed
we did our best to enjoy ourselves
despite it all
but by then the sun was setting on our problems
i want to say sorry.
i got this whole trunk of love poetry between us
that i can't put away or throw away or even begin to think about so
it just sits in the window waiting
for the day when some new little rose
is gonna be heading on over
& i'll just sweep it away
sweep our memories up
like i'm making my bed
without thinking
just like i'm making my bed without thinking
& that's no way to say thank you
that whole thing about the LAPD
well- it's not as bad as it sounds
i just cashed a check for somebody
that turned out to be stolen
i think i did it cuz i was lonely
i got the call today that the bank's gonna pay restitution
but there was a while there
where i thought i was gonna get thrown in a cell
or be on the line for $5000
& you don't know the first thing about it
beginning middle or end but
it's still you
that arrests me & robs me
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