When the day
Breaks
It wakes you up
And it agitates your eyes
Blinding, you
With information
And their lies
Leave
You thirsty like
your mother made you wise
And I'm the end
We will watch as they make love under the drones
The cemeteries waiting there in the unknown
I'm sorry darling it appears we're on our own
And after all they'll build their cities on our bones
And bones break down
Quicker than your history fades
So take your notes now
Make your descriptions
State what you came for
Play us your song
Before you radiate out
We are busy men
We have messages to intercept
Meetings to attend
And encrypted data to protect
Cybernetic butterfly sitting on your cigarette
Drones hacked to bits by little kids up on the internet
Drones hacked to bits by little kids up on the internet
Drones hacked to bits by little kids up on the internet
Graduated from the Nintendo to Sega Genesis
XBox trained X-47 Pegasus
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