In the corner of the field the farmer forgets
Grows a wildness that forgetfulness bred
And the thistle towering over me
I will sleep, I will sleep.
Thunder in the meadow where the killdeer cry
Feigned injury performed for the hungry eyed
And the hush that falls from the darkening air
Haze on the horizon and the rain it bears
You told my father you'd return for me
Ere the winter wind set the field to freeze
Now the cold has come twice without word of you
Not a whisper from the man I was promised to
I heard down the river you settled down
Wed a yellow haired woman in a satin gown
And her belly hangs heavy with a child of yours
Hangs heavy with the prize I'd waited for.
What evil have I done to account for this?
By my love forsaken, by my love dismissed.
And what evil must I do to bring reckoning?
For my faithfulness given, for my love spent.
In the corner of the field the farmer forgets
Yellow hair and blood matted to the thistle bed
Redemption is the name of the fruit I reap
Oh, I will sleep, I will sleep.
Raised in Iowa and Kentucky, Bathgate makes epic, indie-tinged folk tunes inspired by travels, and recalling the great and wild outdoors. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 5, 2016
The gentle lo-fi songs on the latest phoneswithchords LP develop their granular sketches of childhood and coming of age into full portraits. Bandcamp New & Notable Jul 25, 2023
The new Field Medic LP is the indie rock project's most vulnerable, using sharp humor to make self-reflection emotionally resonant. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 18, 2022