No medicine will ever heal your wounds
No diagnosis will split the bad from good
No bandages will turn the damage done
No new prescriptions will immunize your blood
The best of luck I do extend
For lack of love and lack of friends
Embrace your nights, just count your days
The doctor is dead, no one will be saved
No chemicals will calm your stomach sludge
No anesthesia will bring you down enough
No OTCs will solve your short-term pains
No vaccinations will block out all disease
The slight of hand, the flicking wrist
For ivy leagues who leave unsaid
So tighten up don’t be so brave
The doctor is dead, no one will be saved
No antidotes will cease your worried heart
No explanation for when it just won’t start
No formula for calculating health
No expectations lead to nobody else
You might feel tired, you might feel sick
Just pony up, and deal with it
Your body’s strong, our world’s in flames
The doctor is dead, no one will be saved
Recorded live at St Buryan Church, the latest from Sarah McQuaid is a showcase for the simple power of voice & guitar. Bandcamp New & Notable Oct 16, 2021
Alec Bowman perfectly captures the dark soil under the pastoral world of British folk with this collection of melancholy originals. Bandcamp New & Notable May 12, 2020