The Lost Ark Studio presents "Waiting Room" by Phoebe Bridgers, the latest single from the Lost Ark Studio Compilation - Vol. 08.

Phoebe Bridgers - Acoustic Guitar, Vocals

Additional Musicians:
Waylon Rector – Guitar, Organ, Background Vocals
Andrew Wells – Organ
Zach Bilson – Bass, Background Vocals
Bryan De Leon – Drums, Percussion

Produced, Recorded, and Mixed by Mike Butler at the Lost Ark Studio, California
Mastered by Jamal Ruhe at West West Side Music, New York

www.phoebefuckingbridgers.com

Waiting Room - Phoebe Bridgers

If you were a teacher, I would fail your class
take it over and over til you noticed me,
If you were a waiting room, I would never see a doctor
I would sit there with my first aid kit and bleed,
I want to be the power ballad that lifts you up and hold you down,
I wanna be the broken love song that feeds your misery,
And I can wish all I want, but it won't bring us together,
Plus I know whatever happens to me,
I know it's for the better
When broken bodies are washed ashore
Who am I to ask for more, more, more?
But you're breathing in my open mouth,
You're the gun in my lips that will blow my brains out,
I want to make you drive all night just because I said maybe you should come over,
I want to make you fall in love as hard as my poor parents teenage daughter,
She'll be the best you ever had if you let her,
I know it's for the better...

Phoebe Bridgers - Waiting Room

Dark

This piece is from Soledad Soleil's side band with her best pal, Cookie.

Sabateur

i dont think its done yet, but this is somethin im working on

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Sounds from Monday evening

Kathys Song

ayo i got a gal thats always late
anytime we got a date
so is you is or is you aint?
baby, just be frank
im taking comments and complaints
if you got a suggestion, say it
or write it on some paper
plenty of places you could place it.
on my spaceship
serving plates lit
by candle light, im faded
consider this my affidavit
go ahead, throw this on your playlist
i feel amazing
just got done blazing
im that noisy neighbor
moving with the force, no lightsaber
feelin major, dont hate the game or the player,
just make ya money, spread ya love
and thank the lord you aint a hater
i got a cup filled up with rum
im smoking some'n
come down n join the fun
choppin up this syllable surgery,
im on a murder spree,
coughing up a lung
9 1 1, theres an emergency
emergin from these lips,
the shit i kick is third degree
no applause please, i dont do it for u i do it for me
selfish's a real easy thing to be
what you get is what you see

no fade (prod. by yason13)

Anywhere is Everywhere

Red Dred

old appalachian mountain song

O, Death
O, Death
Won't you spare me over til another year
Well what is this that I can't see
With ice cold hands takin' hold of me
Well I am death, none can excel
I'll open the door to heaven or hell
Whoa, death someone would pray
Could you wait to call me another day
The children prayed, the preacher preached
Time and mercy is out of your reach
I'll fix your feet til you cant walk
I'll lock your jaw til you cant talk
I'll close your eyes so you can't see
This very air, come and go with me
I'm death I come to take the soul
Leave the body and leave it cold
To draw up the flesh off of the frame
Dirt and worm both have a claim
O, Death
O, Death
Won't you spare me over til another year
My mother came to my bed
Placed a cold towel upon my head
My head is warm my feet are cold
Death is a-movin upon my soul
Oh, death how you're treatin' me
You've close my eyes so I can't see
Well you're hurtin' my body
You make me cold
You run my life right outta my soul
Oh death please consider my age
Please don't take me at this stage
My wealth is all at your command
If you will move your icy hand
Oh the young, the rich or poor
Hunger like me you know
No wealth, no ruin, no silver no gold
Nothing satisfies me but your soul
O, death
O, death
Wont you spare me over til another year
Wont you spare me over til another year
Wont you spare me over til another year

Oh death

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