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songs from the sunroom

by Field Medic

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1.
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
2.
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
3.
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
4.
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
5.
NEON FLOWERZ 01:43
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.
6.
OTL 02:57
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
7.
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
8.
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
9.
uuu 03:31
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
10.
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
11.
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?
12.
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
13.
prowler 02:16
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
14.
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
15.
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

about

Field Medic is the lo-fi folk project of Kevin Patrick. His first release on Run For Cover Records, Songs From the Sunroom, compiles material he’s recorded and released over two years from a small sunroom in San Francisco which doubled as his bedroom. At eighteen, Patrick discovered the music of Joni Mitchell and Bob Dylan, who changed his perspective on what a song could be and led to him developing his own style which he describes as “freak folk/post country with an emphasis on finger style guitar and lyrics.”

Patrick initially embraced lo-fi because he felt that his home recordings were a truer method of expressing what he was creating than anything he could do in a studio. Drawing inspiration from new wave and rap, Patrick pushed the boundaries of what a folk song could be, incorporating new elements in each subsequent release from analogue drum machines to Casio keyboards to banjo. The immediacy of that recording process and the freedom of experimentation inherent within are central to Field Medic’s character, extending through his music to his freestyle, improvised mixtapes and his poetry.

The tracks on Songs From the Sunroom were recorded during a heightened creative period and released as an almost non-stop flurry of EPs, albums, and singles, all of which have been shared via Bandcamp since 2014. As Field Medic, Patrick has released every song he has ever recorded, a conscious decision summed up in his philosophy that “all expression is valid”. “I don’t believe in perfection, I learned that perfect wasn’t real” he explains, continuing “To me [the tracks on SFtS] aren’t demos, they’re the finished songs because no one was waiting on any other versions, so why would I?”

This past January, Patrick gave up his sunroom in San Francisco to travel around the country playing music. Along the way he has joined up with acts such as Pinegrove and The Neighborhood as well as appearing at Outside Lands 2017. The coming year will find Field Medic recording his debut full-length for Run For Cover Records and touring heavily.

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released November 10, 2017

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