Zombie Heart E​.​P.

by Gayle Skidmore

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This is a three song E.P. about love, death and insanity.

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released 02 September 2012

All songs written by Gayle Skidmore, ©2012.
Sea Boot Café Publishing. Raincoat Records. ASCAP.

Engineered by Matt Curreri. Produced by Gayle Skidmore. Co-produced by Matt Curreri. Mixed by Ben Moore.

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Gayle Skidmore San Diego, California

A born songwriter, Gayle Skidmore has written over 2000 songs since she began songwriting at the age of 8. Named Best Singer-Songwriter in the 2013 San Diego Music Awards, Gayle continually processes her adventures, experiences, thoughts and emotions through music; writing, playing and singing from the depths of her soul. Her song "Paper Box" was recently featured on HBO's new show "Looking." ... more

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Track Name: Zombie Heart
I keep fighting it back, but I charged with no plan of attack...
Just a singular thought in my head-- I wanted you back.
I keep pushing it down
Thought I buried my heart in the ground
But like the living dead it clawed its way out
And it wants you around

Woah, I can feel my heart beat like it's alive again
Woah, I can feel my heart beat when you hold my hand

Tried to put it to rest
But it's hard when you wake up the dead
To know how to stop it again
But to tear it to shreds
I keep pushing it down
Thought I buried my heart in the ground
But it suddenly found its way out
And it wants you around

Woah, I can feel my heart beat like it's alive again
Woah, I can feel my heart beat when you hold my hand

You say there is no way for us
Only heartbreak for us
But you can't deny my heart had died
You say there are no miracles
No healers, no oracles
But you can't deny
My zombie heart's come alive
You say there is no way for us
Only heartbreak for us
But you can't deny my heart has come alive

Now you can feel my heart beat like it's live again
Now you can feel my heart beat when you hold my hand
Track Name: The Wilds
I feel like I'm losing control
In the wilds of my soul
In the deafening roar
All is lost inside the storm

I feel like I'm breaking apart
There's a thorn in my heart
Burrowing deeper in
Hastened by harrowing winds

I can't ignore what's burning behind that door
The smoke that is creeping in
To lull me to sleep, sleep until death

I feel like I'm losing control
Don't make sense anymore
And in my heart of hearts
All my hope is covered in sparks

I can't ignore what's burning behind that door
The smoke that is creeping in
To lull me to sleep, sleep until death

Where can I go?
The world's up in smoke
There's nowhere to turn
Just watching my world burn

I feel like I'll never find home
I feel like I'll never find home
Track Name: Field of Marigolds
Big, black limousine
You carry me to the edge of dreams
Posies for the dead
I gathered them from the weeds in my head

A field of marigolds
A story told by the wise and old
A hand I thought I'd hold 'til my body's cold
But it's buried over the river

Ravens on a wire
Watching this transpire
With their eyes afire
Ticker tape parade
Confetti tears in the stifling shade

A field of marigolds
A story told by the wise and old
A hand I thought I'd hold 'til my body's cold
But it's buried over the river

Come on, mourners, wailing mothers
Ashes on your head, cross upon your breast
Come on, Lonely, this is only
What we can expect
We'll all eventually fall down dead

In a field of marigolds
There'll be stories told by the wise and old
And the hands we thought we would hold will be shoveling earth
As we're buried over the river