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Sick Gladiola
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On Tour
Indie Rock
Sick Gladiola was released on May 7, 2021 by You've Changed Records as a part of the album Fiver With The Atlantic School of Spontaneous Composition
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Release DateMay 7, 2021
LabelYou've Changed Records
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fiver
Fiver
Performer
The Atlantic School of Spontaneous Composition
The Atlantic School of Spontaneous Composition
Performer
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Simone Schmidt
Simone Schmidt
Composer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
I heard you're having a terrible time down in LA
I heard you're having a relative hell of a time
Bargain Tree tuna on saltines at evening
Tarot and Ambien keep you believing
Single-use stockings extending their stay
Plenty of placements, well, none of them pay
Ain't that the way?
[Verse 2]
Do you ever wonder what might have come of Alberta
If her finest children weren't forcefully purged to the coast?
If her brightest colors were welcome to come home for dinner
Would they turn the table or simply embolden the toast?
[Verse 3]
See that sick gladiola on the check-out shelf
Rootless, now blooming for nothing, not even itself
Hard disconnection and lack of affection are bound to return on its health
The waste of a testament, they can't keep calling that wealth
[Verse 4]
Do you ever come evening in fine freeway traffic
Collide with the fear of your talents misused?
You look to the drivers who pleasure in honking
Their noise ill directed as a prior abuse
[Verse 5]
See that sick gladiola on the check-out shelf
Rootless, blooming for nothing, not even itself
Hard disconnection and lack of affection are bound to return on its health
The waste of a testament, they can't keep calling that wealth
[Verse 6]
The mid-morning news says they're drowning their lawns down in LA
Success is a draught that can broil the back of a dog
The bud of the daisy is quick to absolve
The hose that's on high with a hardened resolve
Call it conflicted, rate it, now go
Don't bang your head on that bar, it's too low
[Verse 7]
See that sick gladiola on the check-out shelf
Rootless, blooming for nothing, not even itself
Hard disconnection and lack of affection are bound to return on its health
The waste of a testament, they can't keep calling that wealth
They can't keep calling that wealth
They can't keep calling that wealth
Written by: Simone Schmidt
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