I am always walking on Gravois.
Swing my arms like hammers nailing.
Could we two flee to sunny climes?
Who am I kidding.
Not aging well.
Sliding downward slope.
You're crying in a saucer of milk.
Tears are dripping down your ski slope nose.
Can that shook face, you’re not squeamish.
It wasn’t easy becoming like this: so easy.
You said you would stop short of begging, but just short.
And you thought the raindrops would drop-off like glistening sweat.
You look like a chicken
With that white lace dress,
And your golden cheek fat,
When you’re blushing.
So wrap your legs around me
Like a belt around the sun.
Do you melt when it rains on you?
Do you flinch when you’re touched?
Oh yes, I caught you roll your eyes in my rear-view reflection.
I know that I’m not the one.
I know that I’m not the one.
I know that I’m not the one.
I am just the employee of the month.
The second EP from Northern Irish singer-songwriter Bea Stewart runs from gentle folk to pillowy pop ballads, all perfectly executed. Bandcamp New & Notable Apr 15, 2024
Percussionist and sound artist Riccardo La Foresta joins musician and producer James Ginzburg for a fluid collaborative experiment. Bandcamp New & Notable Feb 4, 2024