Inside of a dream she was seldom obscene
With sleepy sheep, sweep-sweeping the beach
All Hallow's Ween Suck-sucking my spleen
He drove away, pump-pumping the beats
And of those beats he chose just a few
To give to her, choo-choosing the words
And when the words melt into the sun
She fell asleep with the words sung unsung
All Hallows' Ween pluck-plucking the strings
Up On his grave where the man-mantis prayed
Suck-sucking spleens inside of a dream
Make-making the most out of seven dead ghosts
All Hallows' Ween pluck-plucking the strings
Up On his grave where the man-mantis prayed
Suck-sucking spleens inside of a dream
Make-making the most out of seven dead ghosts
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