1. |
Cheer the Eff Up
02:22
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psychosomatic, psycho
they say it's
psychosomatic, psycho
they say it's
psychosomatic, psycho
they say it's
psychosomatic, psycho
they say it's all in my head
like I could make this shit up
are you experienced enough
do my symptoms fit your criteria
[not likely]
I see here you've been traumatized
and some family died of suicide
tell me did you self medicate
cuz I'm billing for your suffering
what could you know about your pain
I'm the one with the degree
there's too much here for me here to hypothesize
case note: the hysterical patient cries
[cries, cries, cries… ]
[not this again]
please cheer the eff up
up, up
psychosomatic, psycho
when I can't breathe
psychosomatic, psycho
or feel anything below my knees
psychosomatic, psycho
this whole industry
is an untreatable disease
it's the ultimate cliche
what doesn't kill you makes you stronger
but what if it does*
what if does
it must be
psychosomatic, psycho
it must be
psychosomatic, psycho
they say it's all in my head
[so cheer the eff up]
*[lyric inspired by Neon, a creative contributor to the 1st issue & edition of the #SickWitch zine]
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2. |
A Party With No Balloons
02:39
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I'll shine
on and on and on and on
I'll shine
on and on and on and on
I’ll shine
this world is my front door and you ain't welcome in my home no more
you been sneaking between realms
I cast you out, you don't deserve my help
this is my ascension
I don't have no time to waste
to fight you now, get outta my way
spare me the grief or get the fuck out
because there's
a party with no balloons tonight
everyone's invited but me, that's right
don't worry about me cuz I'm flying high
you can watch me dance in yer fire tonight
feed me copper, feed me bones
feed me clever metaphors
for all the greatest sorrows in yer life
and I am fine now
the light soaks up only who it needs
I'm the light now
yer the shadow under me
I'll shine
on and on and on and on
I'll shine
on and on and on and on
I'll shine
on and on
on and on
on and on
on and on
on and on and
this life was worth parting for
I came by accident I'm sure
I sang my songs, I played my parts
carried by an out of tune heart
this was my justice quest
learning about the powerlessness
corruptive love and sweet revenge
I think I've done mighty well here
despite what became of my fragile, fragile, fragile shell
(I’ll shine
on and on and on and on…)
there's a party with no balloons tonight
everyone's invited but me, that's right
don't worry about me cuz I'm flying high
you can watch me dance in yer fire tonight
(…on and on and on and on
I'll shine
on and on and on and on)
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3. |
Sick Witch Lament
03:31
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[they say this is the city, the city of roses, all I see are dead leaves…]*
I really, really wanna burn this whole place down
but the rain will come put it out
everyone in this broken town
is so enlightened, so profound, and ironic
although some things may be out of my control
I am wondrous with intent
I am fluent in sorrow
so save me the rhetoric
I don't have the energy for your shit
they say grief will make you decompose
"cuz yer just sick with society"
body's rejecting
the intruders
sound the alarm
body's not complete
without Spirit
or this old charm
all of my able friends are hittin the streets today
and I'm stuck in bed again
floating away
everything has meaning but nothing makes sense
about a broken vessel workin at the expense
of this whole universe - it sings
and we feel about everything
we're in the kitchen
in the garden
sewing up seems
we're dressing up for protection
spitting hexes out on our enemies
rendezvous with spirits
my mind is like a cemetery
it's getting crowded
in the space
a little more every day
go on, clean up yer mess
get yer house in order
oh, what to do with all this spare strength
my body is wasting away
we stir with such emotion
cry for no reason at all
bury it in the sand
build an anchor and enjoy the fall
all of my able friends are hitting the streets today
and I am stuck in bed again
floating away
I'll start a riot at my altar
(start a riot, start a riot, start a riot, start a riot)
I'll start a riot at my altar
instead
body's rejecting
the intruders
sound the alarm
body's not complete
without Spirit
or this old charm
(please rate your pain
from one to ten
please put a number
on yer suffering)
*[intro feat. #MikeBastard // an homage to the song, “City of Angels,” written by queen punk rock n roll creatrix, Brody Dalle]
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4. |
A Grand Adventure
03:07
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I can make a home anywhere I go
and much like my last name - it's barely relative
we took a grand adventure across the United States
we never knew where we were going
but I liked to navigate
getting lost was something special - something to celebrate
it was never about the destination
it was about getting safe
still not sure where I come from
my hometown is a womb
but if a home is where you're most comfortable
my home is always you
I know monsters exist
I've seen them through these haunted eyes
and I don't see well these days
but the visions won't subside
I mapped a new beginning for 3000 miles
don't matter where we are now
as long as we can breathe
from the Gulf Coast to the Middle of Nowhere
back to the ghosts that called us back in fear
hiding in notebooks, video games, and your career
and I tried to pass the time waiting for that moment to arrive
we were born with this innate sense of danger
always running from something
until the universe surrendered
we got safe
oh how that cycle dangled from the rearview mirror
we ought never look back
we don't look straight
we must go forward
thems the rules
that's how we played the game
it was a grand adventure
it was the most clever escape, escape, escape
now I'm that rabid vixen
I got this family curse in my teeth
I really oughta hold it hostage
for I fear it's hereditary
are you a survivor
do you feel like a victim
do you seek accountability
or do you crave retribution
this is our home
we deserve to feel safe
I promise to always protect you
I will do whatever it takes
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Magnolia Fox Portland, Oregon
Bedsoaring electropop & haunted DIY beats for sick witches, tired folk, weirdos, survivors, and the mystically-inclined
A #SickWitch project by Felecia Campbell
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