ICU - Phoebe Bridgers

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

in between by gracie abrams

the record

Cool About It

the rest

Voyager

Lyrics: 
Elegance and ebony
Daisies on the mantle
You're meeting my family 
You're lighting up candles
Introduce your mom to me
I wear your flannel
You ask me to dance
You know I always will
There are flowers and postcards and handwritten notes
White tablecloths and the warmth of your coat 
Bracelets and patience and driving me home 
We're in love, and everyone knows cause
You're spoiling me
You're spoiling me
Laughing at your tv screen
With you I binge I said I can't watch anything
If I know the end
We watch what you want
I said I didn't care
You're stealing the blankets
Cause you know you can
I am left speechless at episode ten
Until you let it slip that my favorite's dead
I am so beyond pissed off, you don't understand Its an honest mistake I guess but
You spoiled it for me
You spoiled it for me
If l ask you for space you write seven page letters
I used to think that meant I couldn't do better
You blow up at me then you pay for my dinner I used to think that meant I wound up the winner but
But front after front I was taught to forgive You bought me to rot on the shelves of your fridge
And you keep me around Till you're hungry enough
But my face has gone grey
There is mold in my gut
Expired and rotten and long overdue
Left me to wilt without courage to shoot
Cause you're just kind enough to keep me in the loop
I have never met poison like you how
You're spoiling me
You're spoiling me

abby powledge - spoiling me

A life painted without knowing, seasons adding their colours, faces leaving their shade, until the day the picture clears and you see that was never about what you built for yourself, but what you could pass on, a skill, a love, a legacy, a kindness  to someone else: it wasn’t status or wealth, but the gold you’d grown in others that mattered.
By the end, your life’s picture was a gift being crafted for another all along.

The great artist of this story was you all along, even if you don't see it at the time. :)

Lyrics: 

[Verse 1 the blank canvas]
First breath laid on a canvas bare,
Colours asleep in the waiting air.
Brush of the wind, stroke of the rain,
Lines drawn soft, then cut by pain.

[Verse 2 the shaping years]
Winter carves shadows, summer spills gold,
Edges get sharper as the story unfolds.
Faces and places blur in the frame,
Each leaving a shade, but none with a name.

[Chorus]
Every mark, every hue,
Every scene the seasons drew,
Every line you never knew,
Was painting the place that would open to you.

[Verse 3]
In the quiet, the picture clears,
A lifetime layered in joy and tears.
A hand steps back, the truth in view,
The art was never for keeping by you.

[Bridge]
It wasn’t the crown. It wasn’t the throne,
Not the gold you held, but the gold you’d grown.
A canvas passed, still wet with hue 
Signed at the end, but painted for you.

[Final Chorus]
Every mark, every hue,
Every scene the seasons drew,
Every line you never knew 
Was the gift you were shaping to give them too.

[Outro ]
And in the corner, small but true,
Picasso’s hand… looks a lot like you.







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