Engine oiled, brown skinned boys will dance and bow on the street
throwing gold coins at you feet
miming tears pretending to weep
not I.
I find such beauty a hindrance to sight.
On a raft I was floating as the breeze took me gently
with turtle shells up on my side
I knew my work had been done
as the mouth of the river said come
I duly oblige.
As to never turn down a free ride.
She waits for her lover to come and collect her
He picks her up he then puts her down
Oh the princess of Paris was found
Lying dead
with a dent her crown
which was then to scrap
and turned into touristy tat.
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