Monday, September 17, 2018

“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 

Website: http://www.fields-music.com/




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

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