slumped across a greasy vinyl booth
clicking on a picture of someone
dreams are always stupid
that was the dream, this is the lesson
like open doors open doors
but only with my glasses on
habit seduces when inertia is stronger
oh but my blood curdles
I met a coward outside the party
stinking in his rumpled duster
nobody so smart as
the brass knuckles necklace he clutched
he said this is the dream, this is revenge
and I might have shared my arms-length spread
oh but the bloodrush squeezed my fingers purple
and no one watches when
when you’re walking
and you look over your shoulder
when something stirs your memory
opens ugly words
opens ugly words
I tore my ticket open
I said it wasn’t me
within the crowd, I succumbed to panic
within the giddy scene, I saw red
red eyes with wide pupils gleaming
someone said to me, what does that mean?
I said I was counting birds
I was only breathing steam
anything to keep my blood pump working
and no one watches when
when you’re walking
and you look over your shoulder
you hold your nose, surrender
your warm position
admire the cold dirt
ah, what is the word for “soft touch?”
what is the word for “soft touch?”
what word?
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
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