Show me Your Home and your family and tell me your secrets
Lie on your back watch the clouds pass by in the summertime
Recite me your sonnets and sing me your songs I am listening
Lay down your head under starlight I'll sing you lullabies
La da da da
La da da da
La da da daaaa da da
La da da da
Write me often on postcards of pictures of places you've been too
Keep me in mind on your mountaintops keep in contact
Tell me your stories I promise I'll never forget you
And maybe you'll find something out there to count on
Hands that are practiced in opening closing cigarette boxes
Looking through windows and laughing at comets
Breathing in toxins
Waltzing through motions
The daily distractions
Wandering outward and into a world
That's spinning off of its access
Depart from home, glide away
Out over the ocean
The tidal waves will sweep you in
And never let go
Breaking down your days, atom by atom
wasting away in graveyards with shadows of friends
It's finally happening
On pendulum rope swing
Caught up in ca,eras and captured in pixels and the lights are flashing
There's cash for the taking
The numbers are stagggering
The captain is laughing and shouting his nonsense
And the waves are crashing
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
supported by 8 fans who also own “Show Me Your Home”
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