i see faces in the texture on the walls
singing Leonard Bernstein in that R.E.M. song
hitting the hill in P.G. at just the right speed
finding dew covered clovers to grass stain my knees
burning red ears from words i should of kept behind my tongue
its funny to look back on what we did when we were young
the showers i take are extremely long like my hair
it keeps the drains all clogged
the water rises up but im stuck in the mud
i get washed away when i allow it to flood
one last drink before two at the bar
when the song ends right as you park your car
being at the same event as a friend before you met
accidentally finding Butcher Boy on cassette
the skeptic in Scully the believer in Mulder
its funny the things you enjoy when you are older
the showers i take are extremely long like my hair
it keeps the drains all clogged
the water rises up but im stuck in the mud
i get washed away when i allow it to flood, to flood
sometimes i stand in the water and think for too long
before i realize the hot waters all gone
my mind is scattered
thoughts of Chicago and what you're up to V
UFO conspiracies
how my willow turned into a cherry tree
i dont know how life will go
but you really do reap what you sew
theres proof in the pages
when you rage you gauge it
the people i know show me theres a life to roam
but im looking for that someone who feels like home
the showers i take are extremely long like my hair
it keeps the drains all clogged
the water rises up but im stuck in the mud
i get washed away when i allow it to flood
i really need to leave
i told you i left
an hour ago
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