With tat like that I cant believe it were my songs.
the words I sung, the trap I sprung and strung you all along.
I guess it was our miry minds
skin as bad as ours I dread to think how rotten we are inside.
Though I was only an arms reach away from you
never felt we knew eachother, never felt we breached eachother
but in the end it worked out fine,
you kept hold of all your money, I kept hold of some of mine.
Thank God for circumstance, thank God for luck and chance
Thanks christ for right times and places
Thank him for ills and guns, thank her for medicines
Thanks for light for your faces
Wasn't it good or we fooling ourselves?
I remember smiling plenty, not to much of laughing wildly.
There was nothing that made me cry
not to know it, never show it, I recall slowly dying.
In fact I had no intention to stay
even less of singing for you, bringing wild flowers for you
You didnt see that I was going down
A simple call, any sized drink and I'd be there as quick as thunder.
Thank God for endings, Thank God for weddings
Thank Christ I found you when I did
thanks to all to those who came, those who didnt but tried in vain
Given half the chance I'd try again.
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