The line was longer than a December night
There were crying babies and free giveaways
There was an open field out of the window
And all of what the window unit was in the way of
And the line was right up on the zip-tied barricades
And the room where it was: well, it was a room temperature room
Something was bubbling up between the years of wallpapers
Pathetic clown dolls and babies figurines
And loose sheet music in the piano bench
In the room where it was no room
Two blue squares. Folded blue paper
The pet food smoke engulfs the Starlink lights
The word we use is a made-up word
We made it up for you and you
And when the unit of time is no more than one day
Who could transcribe what the money tree says?
The angel of day observes the day school kids pray
But who would remember this song?
When when day is so long
I was vindictive. I was loose armrest fluff
I thought the Walgreen's marquee knew my walk
I'd tear open a hole of unclouded day
With all of what a "Love Is..." photocopy would communicate
And I was right up on the zip-tied barricades
And the story we tell is not a good one
There's no love, and the characters are a ragtag bunch
You have been nodding off in the yellow chair...
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