Biography:
Field Medic is the stage name of American singer/songwriter Kevin Patrick Sullivan (born in San Francisco on 2 May 1991).
Sullivan began releasing music with his older brother Sean in 2009, initially as Westwood & Willow and then with drummer Andrew Skewes-Cox as Rin Tin Tiger. He debuted as Field Medic with his the EP Crushed Pennies. In 2015, Sullivan released his first full-length album titled Light Is Gone. Since then, he released a number of EPs and singles on Bandcamp.
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[Intro]
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[Verse 1]
Am G
Came here as a young man
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To escape the confines of my home
Am G
To a world without judgement
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Where the strange & unusual'd roam
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It was here i was raised up
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It was here that i've grown
Am G
& now all of these ro-bots
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Have re-paved our streets with silicone
[Verse 2]
Am G
I can't afford a bus pass
Fmaj7 C
I can't afford to eat well
Am G
If it wasn't for food stamps
Fmaj7 C
I'd be back to busking in the BART tunnels
Fmaj7 C
If it wasn't for charlie
Am G G7
Out on 16th street giving em hell
Am G
There'd be no more po-etry
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No more stories to tell
[Verse 3]
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& who are these people
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In there vest in their shoes
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Who boast of not voting
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Cuz what good could it do
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When they're already filthy
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Rich & living comfortably too
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In a new condo off 22 - nd
I tip my hat to those
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Who smashed their windows
[Verse 4]
Fmaj7 C
& i sing for my people
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Who have yet to cash in
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Their chips on this wonderful
Am G G7
Place that we live in
Fmaj7 C
See it's not the city
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Itself that's violently ill
Am G
It's just these fucking foolz
Fmaj7 C
Making valencia street unchill
Am G
& destroying the mission
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4 every1 who lives there
C
[Verse 1]
Am G
Came here as a young man
Fmaj7 C
To escape the confines of my home
Am G
To a world without judgement
Fmaj7 C
Where the strange & unusual'd roam
Fmaj7 C
It was here i was raised up
Am G G7
It was here that i've grown
Am G
& now all of these ro-bots
Fmaj7 C
Have re-paved our streets with silicone
[Verse 2]
Am G
I can't afford a bus pass
Fmaj7 C
I can't afford to eat well
Am G
If it wasn't for food stamps
Fmaj7 C
I'd be back to busking in the BART tunnels
Fmaj7 C
If it wasn't for charlie
Am G G7
Out on 16th street giving em hell
Am G
There'd be no more po-etry
Fmaj7 C
No more stories to tell
[Verse 3]
Fmaj7 C
& who are these people
Fmaj7 C
In there vest in their shoes
Fmaj7 C
Who boast of not voting
Am G G7
Cuz what good could it do
Fmaj7 C
When they're already filthy
Am G G7
Rich & living comfortably too
Am G
In a new condo off 22 - nd
I tip my hat to those
Fmaj7 C
Who smashed their windows
[Verse 4]
Fmaj7 C
& i sing for my people
Fmaj7 C
Who have yet to cash in
Fmaj7 C
Their chips on this wonderful
Am G G7
Place that we live in
Fmaj7 C
See it's not the city
Am G G7
Itself that's violently ill
Am G
It's just these fucking foolz
Fmaj7 C
Making valencia street unchill
Am G
& destroying the mission
Fmaj7 C
4 every1 who lives there
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