Time flies when you're feeling blue
It's funny how it slips away from you
The way it happened is the same as how you said it would
A museum will emerge
You will make the most of it
No one will understand a word of how it's supposed to work
& the campground mascot will describe a wound
& it will seem a deeper shade of blue
when the sky is like a yellow sky: the yellow story you described
& in the comfort of a home is where it used to be
You could find it in the TV room
& it was matted as a horse's mane: the name you had to suffer through
No one would understand the influence
under which the audience was moved
A yellow filter will absorb the worst of it
But you can't look at the crows
with the sun in the way
It's all sepia tone
's what you're trying to say
& you can't videotape
what you think with your mind
You can't look at the crows
with the sun in your eyes
No, it's realer
than what you understood is
unreasonable
and unfeeling
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