My fractured mind cannot find the words or memories to explain the things I’ve been feeling lately. So I bite my tongue and hope for blood, or something warm to fill my lungs. It’s getting cold you know, what’s it like back home? It’s when I left that fucks me up the most. The state of things, the sad feelings; the recurring themes that plague my life. I’m sorry that I had to leave, sorry that you have to see what the world’s like without me. Just bite your tongue and hope for blood, or something warm to fill your lungs.
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