A blip on the radar
Staring at clouds
Clouds that are watching
Watching you always
People in suits with no names
Sipping on coffee
Polishing badges, talk to the brass
Whispering softly
Investments in empire
A weight on our shoulders
We're dreaming of anything close to what's comfortable
Dreaming it's over
Political slogans
A criminal impulse
Biblical omens
Predictable outcomes
The typical discourse
It's simple cause and effect
Like night follows day
How much you wanna bet
Whoever gets elected
Someones getting paid
People in suits with no names
Rewriting history
Dictating entries, a tug on the necktie
The turn of the century
Meetings on mondays
When no one is around
Arrangements are made to exchange information
There's money underground
Security's expensive
You ought to know by now
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
Album of the year. In a fair and just world, they would be headlining festivals with this one. Big hooks. Vivid verses. Fingers-crossed, the instrumentals will get the vinyl treatment. Goodwill Hunter