Merry go round, the things that come to pass: glimpses of a future, dreams about the past. Me on the couch, you on the bed: we’re crying, consumed by everything unsaid. Played out scenes of you asking me “should we do this anymore?” The distance of boat rides from my heart to my life is what sets me apart, what makes me always try. But right now I don’t have the answers to give you. We are closest to the gray, and farthest from okay, than we’ve ever been. Pack up our things in boxes, defeated. Merry go round, the airport waits: to take you away from me…
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