She had some kind of courage that we had never seen
She had some kind of wisdom, didn't need to scream
She had some kind of power that we had yet to know
Her words made a river that always seemed to flow
Is she waiting, shall it be?
Has she fallen to the sea?
Climbing mountains in her mind
Floating calmly above the grind
You ever speak so softly, you think no one hears?
When the truths you utter, live on for years
You can trim some branches, or you can plant a tree
Which in a couple of decades, will tower over me
Sound and Vision, brought to life
Words are sharper than any knife
Incomplete still, that may be
Loving hands seem to strangle me
A million faces bathed in light
Quickly fading into the night
It's an ocean, I can't I cross
Though respected, it's a loss
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