“Get Worse” by FIELDS – A Song Feature

     For many blogworthy songs, it’s the combination of features that creates the attraction – no one feature stands out. “Get Worse” possesses stand out features - the combination makes the song exceptional. FIELDS’ investment in their single is apparent in the melodic composition, the lyrical poetry, and the execution nuances.

     The lyrics of “Get Worse” are included in this post, with the hope that the message and the beauty in its delivery are more easily appreciated. Seán O'Brien, the frontman of FIELDS explained:

  "'Get Worse’ underpins where I’ve been at in my life for quite some time, and where some people find themselves every single day. It’s borne out of this struggle with a sense of imposter syndrome; when you’re pulling one way, then another, and all the while you feel like you should be somewhere else or someone else. We tried to explore that feeling with the track, its ups and its downs.”

     The guitar-driven “up” in the final thirty seconds of “Get Worse” is particularly effective. We needed to research the meaning of “castles in Spain.” It’s an idiom for creating dreams, hopes, or plans that have little or no chance of succeeding. FIELDS is based in Dublin, Ireland. In comparison, our area of the world uses the phrase “castles in the air.” We like the Irish/European approach better.

     The variations in the cadence of the vocals are well considered. At times, shifts provide emphasis. But sometimes they are merely attractive, such as the acceleration for the last four words in the line “Watch your scars fade like a summer moon.”

     The members of FIELDS are Seán O'Brien, (vocals, guitar, harmonium, synth), Killian Leahy (vocals, guitar), Des Brodie (percussion), and Emmet Casey (vocals, piano). While the band is based in Dublin, they identify their hometown as “the three sisters of Monaghan/Cavan/Longford.”

     “Get Worse” by FIELDS 

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Lyrics of “Get Worse” by FIELDS

My medicine

And my magazines

Keep me in line

My photograph

And my home movies

Remind me all the time

Late at night when I can't sleep

I think of work and what it does for me

With an empty mind

Later on when I hit the deep

I hear a voice willing and calling me

To make it right

Saying, open your heart and close the wound
Watch your scars fade like a summer moon
I've been hearing that there's more to you

So be like I heard

Reignite your word

Banish the curse

Before you go and get worse

The greedy one

And the needy one,

They breathe

The same air

The drive within

And the pulse to sin

Ah, the symptoms that they share

It's the vaulting ambition

To receive and to bleed paperless boundaries

It's the nervous condition that

Never leaves

It fills your conscience while your soul lays empty

While your soul lays empty

Open your heart and close the wound

Watch your scars fade like a summer moon

I've been hearing that there's more to you

So be like I heard

Reignite your word

Banish the curse

Before you go and get worse

Get worse

You're hurting though you're not crying

You're bruising though you're not fighting

Fighting for castles in Spain

You're hurting though you're not crying

You're bruising though you're not dying

Dying for castles in Spain

(And living)

Living for castles in Spain

(Living)

Living for castles in Spain

Oh Kingdom come, remove the pain